Phoenix and Dragon

On the opening day of the play, Linjiang Fairy was full of guests.

Chen Jianjun was running backstage deaf and dumb, while stealthily taking aim at Shizi's ugly face.

The son of the world still looks like a downcast and arrogant scholar who can't speak human words well, with a straight face and hands back, watching Qin Feng draw his eyebrows and put on makeup with cold eyes.

Linjiang Immortal's servants ran around rashly urging: "Bosses, are you ready? The seats in front have already been seated, so don't keep the nobles waiting..."

Naturally, the commotion outside couldn't reach Shi Ziye's ears, his eyes were only on Qin Feng.

Eat tea and taste, watch a play and watch a full set.

Today he is going to sing the full version of "Nan Ke Meng". Although the dream is short, the drama is long.

Qin Feng never felt pressured at all. As he said, in order to cater to the tastes of the children in the south, he painted a piece of hibiscus lightly and lightly, which was more than a little more beautiful and elegant than the thick and colorful appearance admired in Beijing.

After a few quick strokes, Qin Feng put down the black pine smoke in his hand, and turned to look at Li Mingyuan: "Did you remember what you said about the son?"

Li Mingyuan stood by the door with his arms crossed, his face pale like a bitter gourd, and he glared at him: "Just this once!"

"Of course." Qin Feng smiled, turned his face to look at his appearance carefully in front of the bronze mirror, and seemed quite satisfied, "How many more times do you want to, my son? If you and I go through this journey, if we can't keep ten The 20 years of Taiping will exhaust me to death in this uninterrupted drama, don't worry, this time I will try to get it done once and for all."

Li Mingyuan was still about to say something, but the voices urging and begging outside sounded again.

Qin Feng passed Li Mingyuan with a smile, raised his voice and responded to the door, got up and tidied up his brilliant outfit, smiled at Li Mingyuan tactfully, and said in a low voice: "Master, please remember, our The first purpose is to save people, the second is to wipe out the moths that eat inside and out, and the third is to target the group of delusional things behind you, so when you go, please bear with it first, and be hard-hearted when you see everything In any case, think about the people in trouble, the princes at the front, and the thousands of people who will go through the troubled times again if they make a mistake."

Qin Feng seldom made such long speeches. Li Mingyuan was full of complaints before he could speak, but he was speechless by his smiling and earnest pleadings. After carefully pondering the meaning of his words, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Why do I always think that you will know what I can see?" Li Mingyuan frowned, "Why on earth did you bring me to this ridiculous Jiangling?"

Qin Feng was eloquent just now, but now he refuses to answer one more word, and just smiled: "I hope that the son of the world can understand the pain of my arrangement, and I also hope that you can support my intentions that are not sinister." .”

This is even more strange.

Li Mingyuan thought, he was thinking about this superficially peaceful and turbulent world, trying his best to reconcile their father and son's decades of grievances and walking on thin ice. With these two points alone, would he still not support him?

What else?

Maybe he still has selfish intentions. In his vague childhood, there was the Marquis of Chang'an who was in his throat, and there was a princess of Pingyang who withered prematurely. Prince Su's son should also care about his mother, who had gone long ago, calling him aunt, country and family, kindness and enmity, no matter what aspect it is, Li Mingyuan doesn't seem to have a second stand.

But Qin Feng wanted him to see for himself something independent of this position, wanted him to understand his difficulties, and wanted him to stick to his side and never waver.

Barbarians, rivers and lakes, former dynasties, inner ghosts, Shanhe Society...

Li Mingyuan pondered over these things silently, only feeling that there was an answer that was about to come out in a flash.

However, the mental thoughts flashed too fast at that moment, it was just a moment of trance, Qin Feng's silent smile was still in front of him, and those lifeless hustle and bustle were still in the distance, and the scene that hadn't started seemed to come to an end in an instant.

"I'm going." Qin Feng said, "My son is in danger alone, please remember the method of contact, and please be careful about others."

After he finished speaking, he just turned around. Li Mingyuan stretched out his hand to stop him, but he hesitated slightly when his hand was halfway out. In just this pause, he was already outside the door.

Shizi withdrew his hand a little embarrassingly, he has his play, and I have mine.

Everyone is in the play, and the play is in the heart.

Thinking that the timing was just right, Qin Feng stepped out of the door, and the waiter who played in the building knocked on the door of the Shizi with a smile on his back: "Is there anyone here? My shopkeeper is here~"

Li Mingyuan and Chen An, who had been standing on the side since just now, looked at each other, and Chen An immediately climbed up the beam of the house without a sound.

Li Mingyuan settled down, and said coldly, "Come to invite Boss Qin? Boss Qin has put on his makeup and is ready to go on stage."

The servant outside the door smiled and said, "I know, Boss Qin is about to leave the stage. My shopkeeper is here to invite Team Leader Meng, and please move Team Leader Meng."

Hearing this, Li Mingyuan reluctantly opened the door, and forced a smile that was not a smile in line with his own image: "What's the matter with your shopkeeper, just give me an order."

The boy's eyes rolled around: "The shopkeeper never discusses important matters with us, so please trouble the boss Meng to go there himself."

Li Mingyuan pretended not to doubt him, glanced at the beam intentionally or unintentionally, met Chen An's eyes, and said, "I wanted to wait for the guys in my team to come back. If there is something urgent, don’t delay, let’s go, if I don’t come back in a while, I’m afraid they will look for me urgently. Please, little brother, run for me in a while, and let the brothers in my team know.”

Seeing that Li Mingyuan was so easy to talk to, the boy smiled openly, "Naturally, Leader Meng, this way please."

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The winding corridor of Linjiang Fairy is clearly under the bright winter sun, but separated by many carved fences and flowers and plants, there is a kind of deep tranquility, yushu and Qiongzhi, winding next to each other, there is a unique kind of intoxication and swaying steps , The half-fallen petals have a mellow fragrance of tenderness.

The eldest son was born in the royal palace of Jingmen, and a rough life does not mean a rough heart. The princes and princes understand the romance, and the eldest son is not untouched.

It's just that this situation made him suddenly think of the scene when he first met Qin Feng a few months ago. It was also a graceful corridor. I forgot all my thoughts.

But now, Jing is more than a point more beautiful than that time, but why does he think about the previous things, how disgusting he is like eating cockroaches.

The harassment of beauties is called romantic, and the harassment of ugly ghosts is called indecent.

Stretching out the head is also a knife, and retracting the head is also a knife. No matter what he thinks, Shizi feels like the wind is rustling and the water is cold. He gritted his teeth, pushed the door and walked into the room.

Before Shizi came in, he had done a lot of psychological construction for himself, and then forced himself to reluctantly accept the identity of "little boy". He had prepared countless templates in his heart, and he was going to pick one out to act when he saw Cai Ren. He had already planned in his heart that if this ugly ghost dared to make a move, he would have to implement the privilege of the imperial envoy - kill first and play later.

Cai Ren is ten years older than Li Mingyuan, and when he was released from Beijing, Shi Ziye was still a young man, but now, Shi Ziye is already handsome and extraordinary, and the eyebrows are carefully looked at. Not much has changed, perhaps, but the temperament is entirely different.

Before Li Mingyuan came here, he was worried about being recognized by Cai Ren at a glance, but after thinking about it, there is no need to worry at all. He and Cai Ren are separated by a little bit of age, and they only have a vague impression of each other. They didn't interact much when they were in Beijing. He couldn't remember what Cai Ren looked like, and Cai Ren couldn't remember him either.

However, it wasn't until Shi Ziye pushed the door open that he fully realized that this worry was really unnecessary.

The situation in the room was actually a little different from what Shi Ziye had imagined.

Cigarettes are curling up in the room, and an inexplicable fragrance is lingering in the inner room. The embroidered curtain divides the room into two parts, the inside and the outside. The curtain is double swallows, covered with a hundred flowers, and there are no poems and books on the table on one side. Throwing aside casually with Fen Dai mouth cream, acacia and undefeated Acacia are scattered on the small phoenix plate.

The son of the world suddenly felt a sense of desperation as he rushed to enter the kiln, son, quilt, prostitute, female, prostitute.

The owner of this room is clearly a woman, Li Mingyuan thought, and she is still a woman in her mid-mature and charming.

Different from the extravagant, luxurious and incomparably beautiful style of the previous dynasty, the aesthetics of the Jin Dynasty tended to be simple and elegant. The younger the woman, the more she disliked the color of makeup and powder. Do your best to keep that little time.

Hearing that women at thirty are like wolves and forty are like tigers, and that Empress Wu, who was enthroned as emperor in the previous dynasty, is extremely gifted. At the age of sixty, she still has the strength and face to face head, phoenix, phoenix, and phoenix. The son suddenly felt a little backache.

The eldest son was in a complicated mood, and he hadn't completed the transition from dealing with old men to dealing with old women, when he heard a greeting from behind the pink tent: "Is the boss Meng outside?"

Hearing this sound, Li Mingyuan exploded.

Because the voice was clearly a man.

If there is a woman wearing heavy makeup, even an old woman Li Mingyuan can understand-everyone has a love for beauty, who stipulates that women can't love rouge and gouache when they are old?

But if the person inside is a man, it's a different matter, especially if it's a man like Cai Ren, who puts on makeup and powder, his face is as white as a vat, and with a bloody mouth and an orchid finger. I felt hot eyes, and before I could respond, goosebumps that stretched thousands of miles and couldn't be stopped first.

Fortunately, as soon as this sound fell, another voice came out from the embroidered tent, this voice was slow and contemptuous, with a sense of world-weariness and acrimony: "Lord Cai, what are you doing?" Who is invited?"

The voice was that of a middle-aged woman.

At that moment, Shizi finally felt that his heart was a little bit off the ground, and his state of mind was more than twists and turns.

He tried his best to drive the horrifying and frightening sight of hot eyes out of his mind, but after turning his mind, he felt other strange things.

The tone of this middle-aged woman was steady, but there was an indescribably strange tone in her tone, like the tone of a northerner who was taken away when learning the southern language, mixed with a unique bluntness.

Li Mingyuan knew that he couldn't pretend to be dumb anymore, so he had no choice but to respond: "Caomin is the troupe leader, and he led the troupe to speak in your place today, and I haven't thanked you for your kindness."

But Cai Ren inside remained silent as if he didn't dare to speak anymore.

Li Mingyuan raised his eyes and looked in calmly, and saw behind the gauze, a figure moved lightly, a figure of a slightly older woman seemed to take two steps forward, but did not lift the gauze curtain.

There was a round ball kneeling on the ground behind the gauze curtain. Li Mingyuan recognized it speechlessly for a long time before he could tell it from the shape of the official uniform and official hat. Cai Ren.

"The troupe leader?" The woman behind the curtain looked through the gauze curtain, and snorted coldly, "Master Cai has been an official in your Jin Dynasty for many years, and his life is very happy."

Cai Ren didn't understand what the woman meant at all, and thought she was dissatisfied with the arrangement, he lowered his head and said, "Young class leader Meng, you must be happy to make friends with a lady like Madam...uh, make friends..."

Li Mingyuan: "..."

However, the son of the world has pretended to be crazy and foolish all these years, fought a lawsuit on his head, and heard gossip all over the capital, but he has never seen anyone who can open their eyes and talk nonsense, and talk so brilliantly.

It turned out that Cai Ren, who is so good at Nanfeng, has such a strong taste, that he was pulling, skinning, and stripping for a woman.

Before Li Mingyuan thought carefully about the identity of this woman, even Cai Ren, an official of the court, could not even know how to drive her, but the woman laughed sternly when she heard the words: "Madam, I like young scholars, but it's a pity, no I dare to accept any scholar as the guest of honor! You just said, what is the name of this class leader?"

Cai Ren broke out in a cold sweat, and whispered, "Meng...Meng Dong."

As soon as the woman raised her hand, a whip in her hand hit Cai Ren's fat back, whipping him until he screamed like a pig being killed.

After twitching, looking back, he threw an open letter to Cai Ren, which stuck to his two chins with a "slap".

Cai Ren was shaken like a sieve by this letter, and Shizi looked at him from a distance and was worried that he would shake off his fat.

Cai Ren opened the letter tremblingly, glanced at it, and trembled even more: "The imperial envoy..."

Li Mingyuan was startled, his secret path was not good, he turned around and wanted to leave, but he heard the door behind him slam shut, and suddenly he heard the old but weird voice from the woman behind him again.

That strange tone of voice was as calm as if nothing had happened, as if he was just talking about something irrelevant to everyone present: "Prince Su Li Xi has two sons, and the eldest son is the son of Princess Zhang." , was named the son of the world, named Mingyuan, and published the "Book of Jin", which said, "Greatness and grandeur, great insight into Mingyuan, martial arts have the prestige of breaking and punching, writing with the concerns of the country, trusting people's hearts, and being famous outside the region." This son has a letter bestowed by your emperor himself. Madam, if I remember correctly, the son's name is Meng Dong..." Her tone was elongated and suddenly stern: "Take risks, disguise, and deceive others, my son. It's really beyond my expectation, if I didn't happen to be here today, you would have hidden this group of trash from you!"