I seem to be a fake mistress

The first play was written very quickly. Boss Feng's reputation was so great that everyone was naturally waiting for his apprentices to appear on stage.

After Boss Feng was released to take in his second apprentice, Feng's theater couldn't be crowded anymore. On the first floor, those who had a table could order a cup of good tea and watch while drinking.Fans without tables stood between the tables, staring straight at the stage.

The second floor is reserved for dignitaries. If you don't have that status, you can't buy it with money alone.

Backstage, Wen Qi was carefully drawing his eyebrows.

Feng Hongfei stood beside him: "If you want you to remember, do you remember everything?"

Wen Qi: "Remember."

"If you make a mistake, come back and hang up."

Wen Qi: "Hehe, I can't be wrong."

The elder brother said pitifully beside him: "Master, I'm afraid..."

This performance was not performed by Wen Qi alone, but by the brothers. The protagonists were Wen Qi and the elder brother, and the supporting role was the best opera performer among the classmates.

Who is chosen is really up to good luck.

Feng Hongfei: "Don't be afraid, act as you usually do."

Wen Qi glanced back:?

Why is he going back and hanging up to fight, senior brother just don't be afraid?

This eccentricity is really too serious, right?

It's no wonder that senior brother is so proud of being favored every day. If he is beaten up when he goes out in the future, he will have to turn around and settle accounts with Feng Hongfei.

Feng Hongfei pressed his fist against his lips, and the corners of his lips raised half a point. He only realized now that Wen Qi is so interesting and talented.

Someone had announced the curtain in front of the stage, Wen Qi put on a veil and stepped onto the stage.

This section is "Spirit Locking Bag".

Wen Qi liked this play very much. The sedan chairs of the rich lady and the poor lady stopped at the same place, and then there was a dialogue between the rich lady and the poor lady. The little guy is angry.

However, today Wen Qi played the poor lady.

The character in the master's hand is a rich girl.

He knew that the person Feng Hongfei wanted to praise was always this senior brother, and he had nothing to do with him!

The play had already begun, and Wen Qi's crying sounded like weeping and complaining, and the lingering sound played the background sound.

Big brother came on stage, appeared, and asked him why he was crying.

The applause of the people below couldn't be stopped, what's wrong with Feng Hongfei's disciples, this lady really sang with a Feng style accent, really good!

Wen Qi burst into tears, slowly opened the car curtain, and let out a long sigh.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, he was amazed.

"Which lady is this, how come she is so beautiful!" someone shouted out from below.

"Yes! The singing is also excellent!"

Maybe it's because the face value filter has made up for the lack of singing, and Wen Qi won everyone's applause without much effort.

"Today's chrysanthemum selection, I propose this lock bag!"

"Hey, old Zhao, don't forget, Juxuan requires five works to participate in, and this little lady only has this one, how can Juxuan?"

Eldest brother stared at Wen Qi fiercely. Isn't he just better looking... Is there anything else he can compare with himself?

The audience under the stage was not satisfied, and seeing that they were about to step down, they hurriedly asked them to continue singing.

Feng Hongfei didn't expect it to be so successful, and he didn't rehearse the play...

Wen Qi smiled and bowed: "Don't worry, we're just throwing bricks to attract jade."

On the second floor, a person was smoking a cigar, looked at Wen Qi in the audience, and smiled slightly: "It's interesting."