King Yan's Canary

Wen Ruyu was still able to speak before entering the palace.

He himself is a canary.

A canary that really has wings and can fly and sing.

He accidentally fell to the bottom of the valley and fell to his death because he accidentally ate the spirit fruit of the fairy mountain and turned into a human form. Fortunately, the master Yuanzi of the troupe passed by and rescued him.

He also saw that he had a natural and moving voice, and a skin as beautiful as jade, so he accepted him as his disciple and named him as famous as jade.

……

In February, the spring is cold and cold, and the cold wind blows green, igniting the apricots in the streets and alleys of Xinghua Town, and blooming with flowers overnight.

The theater troupe was extremely busy, and the master picked up the whip to urge the director and the disciples: "Hurry up and practice, the king of Yan will come to listen to the opera tomorrow, and he said that he will invite people to Chang'an City to sing for our current emperor." Qu, whoever is selected will really be able to climb a branch and become a phoenix, and enjoy endless glory and wealth!"

Wen Ruyu was hanging on the corner of the wall practicing handstands, her gray gown couldn't hide her slender figure, and when she opened her slender arms, she revealed a handsome face that was still full of childishness.

The crystal clear amber pupils are like sticky honey, and there is a hint of confusion in the well-behaved, asking the little Douzi next to him, "Who is King Yan?"

Xiaodouzi was punished for being playful. When he stood upside down, his feet were still supported by eight green bricks, and his face was flushed from holding back.

However, he answered Wen Ruyu's question with great interest: "King Yan is terrible. I heard that he is cruel. He not only kills demons, but also kills living people. He uses human blood as wine, and he grows eight heads. 26 Hands, flowers die when they see flowers, people avoid people, and ghosts will detour when they see them!"

"Ah, what kind of monster is that?"

Wen Ruyu opened her eyes wide in fear, her body trembled, and she almost fell off the wall.

Xiaodouzi's greatest pleasure is to tease him, thinking that he is stupid, and he believes everything others say.

He couldn't help but sneered, and continued to scare: "Not only that, he also caters to both men and women, and he especially likes little actors with good voices. While having sex, he asks little actors to sing for him. If he can't sing a sentence!"

Xiaodouzi made a threatening expression, bent one knee slightly, and kicked his foot into the sky. The green bricks on the soles of his feet waved in the air, and then fell neatly back to the bottom of his feet.

"If you can't sing a sentence, what will happen?"

Wen Ruyu was afraid and wanted to know, so she blinked at him curiously.

Xiaodouzi smiled mysteriously, and hooked his finger with one hand in the air, motioning him to come closer.

He is very obedient and obedient, with his jade-like slender fingers spread out, supporting the cold bluestone floor, moving across in a small arc.

"He will... pull out your tongue, goug out your eyes, cut off your ears, and finally chop off your head and kick it as a ball!"

"what!"

Wen Ruyu had never heard such a scary rumor before, her body was completely frightened, and she slid off the wall like a noodle.

Xiaodouzi giggled as if he had succeeded in his treachery: "So, if he picks you, don't go."

The apricot blossoms in the garden are too thick, and the tips of the branches protrude from the wall.

A night of wind and rain, and withered a little.

The drums sounded, and the troupe stage opened.

Yan Wang Xiao Zhen entered the arena, surrounded by the Imperial Forest Army with gold and iron horses on both sides, and surrounded the small troupe's garden tightly.

The common people had never seen such a big battle, and they gathered under the apricot tree to discuss it.

A well-known actor with a solid background is the first to appear on the stage. Wen Ruyu's talent is only suitable for playing a little-known little female role, and he will only be able to take part in the scene when the show is about to end.

There was only one person in the stands, as if he didn't understand babbling opera, he was already a little drowsy.

The pink and tender little flower girl appeared on the stage with her head full of beaded flowers and twisted her slender waist, which inexplicably made people's eyes shine.

Heavy make-up can't hide the beautiful facial features, the boy has pure eyes that are not stained with dust, and when he sings, he has a clear voice that hits the soul...

Even though he was babbling and babbling, people in the stands couldn't take their eyes off him so far.

Xiao Huadan also stared wide-eyed, looking straight at the past.

Xiaodouzi lied to me, that person does not have eight heads, 26 hands...

Aside from looking a little scary in the eyes, she looks pretty good.

At the end of the song, Xiao Huadan only looked at King Yan, and didn't even realize that she sang the wrong words.

Xiaodouzi played Chou Dan, holding a flower gun and trying to block their eye contact, but failed several times.

The master frowned, and was about to come down and punish the two of them, but King Yan yelled: "Okay! Another one!"

Xiaohuadan and Xiaodouzi were shocked, even the troupe band looked at each other in blank dismay, the master winked at them, the leader beat the drums together, and turned into a joyous little show.

Wen Ruyu was not familiar with this song, so she sang with some difficulty, but she still babbled and kept up with the beat until King Yan applauded again, saying it was all right.

He just stepped back to the background.

As soon as the thick pearl flowers were picked, Xiaodouzi leaned over with an ugly face: "Why are you flirting with him?"

"No, I just want to see if he is as scary as you said."

"Wen Ruyu, Wen Ruyu, you must be finished, I bet he's taken a fancy to you!" Xiaodouzi was very angry for some reason.

Just as Wen Ruyu wanted to refute, a tall and mighty man appeared in the bronze mirror.

With deep brows and phoenix eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, and a sharp and prominent jaw line, there is a crushing deterrent force in his calmness and coldness.

The cold pupils fixed on Wen Ruyu's body, and there was no warmth in her voice, which was completely different from the enthusiastic cheering people in the stands, "Are you Wen Ruyu?"

"……Yes."

Wen Ruyu suddenly felt that Xiaodouzi's words were not all lies.

At least he looked scary.

"Follow me into the palace."

"...Me, me alone?"

"if not?"

Xiaodouzi interjected cautiously: "Prince Yan, he must be accompanied by me in his play, otherwise it will be easy to get out of tune..."

"You want to go too?"

The man's cold eyes turned provocatively, and the cold light was like a knife.

Xiaodouzi looked at him neither humble nor overbearing, "There is no reason for Huadan to have single branches. Look at the apricot blossoms in our troupe's garden, don't they all have green leaves to match?"

King Yan tightened his dark pupils, stared at Xiaodouzi coldly for a while, and then readily agreed: "Yes!"

King Yan didn't like to procrastinate, and he went on the road when he said he was on the road.

Wen Ruyu and Xiaodouzi simply packed up a few sets of change of clothes, carefully packed the costumes, and boarded the carriage leading to Chang'an City.

The master was in tears, and kept running after the carriage, "Xiaoyu, you must practice hard, remember to come back to see the master! Xiaodouzi, take good care of Xiaoyu!"

"Master, don't worry, we will practice hard and come back to see you..."

The corners of Wen Ruyu's and Xiaodouzi's eyes were soaked with moisture, they could only blame the apricot blossoms on the street for being too dazzling.

The carriage drove out of Xinghua Town, speeded up and became bumpy.

The master couldn't catch up, and went far away, only the words that merged with the sound of the horse's hooves repeatedly: "You must practice hard, and you must come back to see the master! Xiaodouzi, take good care of Xiaoyu!"

Wrap around in the air.

In the end, it is submerged in the shade of red and white mottled apricot blossoms all over the sky.

The author says:

I wrote a slag attack on a whim, and the detailed introduction started, it is expected to hurt each other, and there will be sweetness, which may be pitiful