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Chen Rouen started to put on makeup, and Sa Shuang looked out from the side screen: "Today is just a guest, and he is an old man." He turned back and asked Baochan, "Baochu, are you serious?"

Baochan has already made up his mind, it doesn't matter whether he is one guest or ten guests, it is the same, tonight Ruyizhou is going to sing a play seriously: "Why are there so many words, pretend to be, Xiao Chen comes back and you go up .”

"Come on!" Sa Shuang shook his arms and rushed to hang his face.

Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong looked at each other, feeling that this treasure place is really rusty.

He didn't hear the gongs and drums, and Xiao Niu came in to urge the play: "I said Baochu, it's 07:30..." He was stunned when he saw Chen Rouen wearing a white net, "What are you doing? Isn't the imperial concubine drunk tonight? ?”

"Isn't the imperial concubine drunk at night," Ying Xiaonong muttered to the side, "I'm about to throw up."

"Baochu!" Maverick pointed at Ying Xiaonong, "Are they trying to rebel?"

"I asked them to oppose it," Baochan said in a low voice, but he was firm, "The 100-year-old brand of Ruyizhou cannot be stuck on a drunken concubine."

"What do you mean?" Maverick stared at him.

Baochan just said: "We want to act."

"Why are you not allowed to act!" Xiao Niu was also aggrieved, "Didn't you set up two plays every week, and Ying Xiaonong earned [-] for just moving his mouth, did I treat you badly?"

No, he has been following the contract. He has made money, and Ruyizhou has also made money, but he only wants money, and Ruyizhou also wants other things.

Over there, Chen Rouen has finished dressing up. Baochan turned around and faced Maverick Niu from "Dragon Robe": "It is clearly written in the contract, we are in charge of the play, you are in charge of the guests, Manager Niu, Let's each take responsibility," he ordered Chen Rouen, "Xiao Chen, come on stage."

Master Kuang and Shi Kuoting carried stools into the side curtain, but Chen Rouen didn't dare to move seeing the tense posture.

"Treasure place!" Maverick stared wide-eyed, "The program list I gave to the guests clearly stated that the imperial concubine was drunk, you get an 'old lady' to go up, who will see!"

"There are old ladies in Peking Opera," Baochan said, "Men, women, young and old, life is full of life, and no one wants to dwarf Peking Opera into a drunken beauty here. All I know is to let the eunuch support Qiqi Ai! "

Xiao Niu was very surprised. In his eyes, Baochan had always been a meek person, a singer who knew little, was easy to fool, and was friendly, but now he was hardened, and he really had the potential to penetrate Changhong.

Over there, Chen Rou En came to the stage and said: I call you a senseless and stupid king!The sound was like a bell, full of confidence, and the nine-character confession shook the stage.

Her voice is broad and beautiful, and anyone who hears it wants to shout hello. Baochan thought of her figure in the rehearsal hall at night when she pressed her legs and lowered her waist. Such a person should shine on the stage.

At this point, Maverick slapped his thigh and sat down on the chair angrily.

Sa Shuang is also dressed up, Shiqian in "Yan Lingjia", with a "white bat" face, wearing a black felt hat, a wisp of water gauze on his head, and a small white flower that is more tender and tender on the sideburns , a quick suit and quick pants, with a white belt, playful and chic, holding his waist and waiting for the order of the treasure.

Chen Rouen made a bold move and came back after enjoying herself. Baozhan pushed Sa Shuang's back: "The flea on the drum (1), it's your turn."

With fixed eyes, Sa Shuang brushed past the sweaty Chen Rouen, jumped into the side curtain, and walked towards the dazzling lights.

"Team leader!" Chen Rouen was very excited, this was her first stage appearance in Ruyizhou, "Can I sing well?"

Baochan gave her two words: "Wonderful."

Chen Rouen had mixed feelings: "I was too nervous, the rhythm behind was a bit off, and I didn't follow the teacher's teaching."

"I can hear it," Baochan's ears were not at all upset, "Don't be afraid, you can sing openly, don't hold back, we are not a professional theater troupe, there are not so many rules, and there is no leader to control how you sing. The show is all about people. What is sung differs from person to person, and the play naturally has its own merits."

That’s right, when Peking Opera was so popular, each school had its own singing style, each had its own essence, it’s not as rigid as it is today, Chen Rouen sighed: “Nobody dares to sing like that anymore…”

"You can sing like that," said Baochan as her backbone, "The meaning of Ruyizhou's existence is to allow everyone to sing in their own style and show their own style. If anyone really sings something new, I, the leader Immediately give up your seat and ask him to take the lead."

Chen Rouen looked at him fixedly, her heart was beating violently, Bao Chan patted her on the shoulder and asked her to remove her makeup, then turned her head and looked straight at Ying Xiaonong: "Ma'am, what are you here tonight?"

Ying Xiaonong leaned against the wall with folded arms, a pair of almond-shaped eyes, red lips a little red: "I've been very 'drunk' lately, I need to sober up." He loosened his arms, "Come to Duan Yuji."

Baochan admired his demeanor: "Boss Ying, I'll comb your hair."

Ying Xiaonong hooked him with smiling eyes: "Boss Bao, you are troubled."

Concubine Yu wears a flowered blouse with two willows pasted on it. It is bent into a moon gate in the middle of her forehead, and her eyebrows are hung to match her eyebrows. She then wears an ancient headgear, a wishful crown, and a string of silk flowers of different colors on each temple.

Ying Xiaonong stood up, raised his arms, Baochan tied his waistband, covered him with fish scale armor, and put on a yellow cloak full of flowers and wealth.

"It's beautiful," Maverick mocked, "Listen to the audience, how can there be any applause!"

All the opera singers are eager for applause, but they give up their integrity after a few yells like watching the excitement, which is not Baochan's original intention, and it is definitely not the future of Ruyizhou.

"Let me tell you," Xiao Niu said from the bottom of his heart, "If you keep going like this, Ruyi Island will be destroyed, and the popularity that has been accumulated after so much effort will be gone!"

Bao Chan didn't refute, what he said may be right, money and art may be so incompatible.

"The rich people don't like to listen to your old lady drama, you know?"

Baozhan went to give Ying Xiaonong two swords.

"Where does the money come from?" Xiao Niu reminded him, "Don't heal the sores and forget the pain!"

Bao Chan handed the two swords to "Concubine Yu", and Ying Xiaonong grabbed his wrists and said softly, "Bao Chu, don't listen to the sound of Chuan Lin hitting Ye."

Why not whine and walk slowly, Baochan understands what he means, to let him get rid of distracting thoughts, and walk slowly down the path he wants.

Sa Shuang came back after shaking off all his kung fu, Ying Xiaonong came to the stage with two swords in hand, Baochan followed him to the side screen, watching him move lightly in lotus steps, looking forward to his posture, a stunning appearance, compared with the sword fingers, a needle hidden in cotton The good voice: "Persuade the king to drink and listen to Yu's song, to relieve the king's sorrow and dance-"

He is really beautiful, his appearance, demeanor, and charm are all charming. Baochan saw him as beautiful as a peach and plum, and as tender as water. Suddenly, his voice changed from charming to strong, from graceful to sad, Suddenly separated the two swords, played with the dazzling sword flowers, and sang clearly: "Ying Qin has no way to break the country, and the heroes are fighting everywhere!"

The imperial concubine and concubine Yu both drink alcohol, one is the coquettish indulgence of resenting the king's empathy, and the other is the arrogance of generosity before dying. These two beauties are all alive in Ying Xiaonong. He was born to eat this bowl The lover is not only a strong woman, but also a stunner, as long as he looks at him, he can light up the whole stage.

Master Kuang’s drum beats up, thud-thud, ringing the beleaguered night on the battlefield, Ying Xiaonong glanced at the side curtain from the corner of his eye, and Shi Kuoting’s piano immediately followed, a desolate and heroic "Deep Night", Even Director Guo of the City Theater Troupe said it was the best among the younger generation. With Ying Xiaonong's sword, it was like molten iron on a cold front, and like ice and snow on a blade of fire. They collided fiercely and blended seamlessly on the stage.

Such a superb skill, such an emotional performance, but the people in the audience were dumbfounded, sitting quietly in the middle of the fourth row, without any reaction.

Ying Xiaonong crossed his swords, bent down with his back to him, the song ended, but still did not win applause.

Baochan was the last to enter the stage, wearing a yellow scarf on his head, a pair of pompon face cards in the middle, a white three-beard on his mouth, a pair of golden and blue hard backs, and a sky-high rouge color between his eyebrows, pretending to be one of the five tiger generals Huang Zhong.

When Shi Kuoting and Master Kuang looked at the side curtain, they were singing "Dingjun Mountain".

Baochan stood with his head held high between the water-blue curtains, raised his hand to straighten his crown, Shi Kuoting saw that he was almost there, and was about to go through the door, when Baochan raised his hand, he stopped immediately.

There was silence on the field, Baochan intentionally waited until the last bit of noise disappeared, then moved his glass-like voice, and slowly said: "The last general is old and brave, with blood flowing through Changhong, killing people like cutting soil, stepping up Go west and east!"

This voice is like a knife, but also like an arrow, piercing the suffocating silence and penetrating the two worlds on and off the stage.

"Two-armed, powerful, and able to open an iron tire bow, if it comes to confrontation, he is still an old Huang Zhong!" Baozhan kicked off his armor and strode onto the stage. The dazzling light hit his eyes, and he couldn't see the audience clearly. , only vaguely saw a thin figure, facing him from a distance.

At that time, Xipi Liushui in Kuoting came up, and Baozhen slashed and sang sonorously. He sang that, as the commander-in-chief of the three armies, he stood in front of the camp gate with a knife, and asked his comrades to fight with him:

"The head is full of drums, and the battle is made!"

Behind the side scenes, Ying Xiaonong and Sa Shuang and Chen Rouen huddled together, staring at their team leader, watching him sweat profusely and try his best every game.

"Ertong drum, tight shirt!"

That voice was so loud that it would lift up the sky, Maverick also came over from the backstage, pulling the curtain to look up the stage.

"Three drums, the knife is out of the sheath!"

The person in the audience stood up suddenly, and put his hands on his chest unconsciously.

"Sitong, drum, hand over your soldiers!"

There seemed to be nothing, like applause, two very few sounds, resounded from the audience.

"The Three Armies and the Lord Returning to the Camp." Baochan's eyes were like tigers, and he focused on the only audience, "Tomorrow at three o'clock at noon—" He mustered up his breath and sang to the top, "It will be a success!"

Ruyizhou, which has been silent for many years, is destined to break out of the siege and succeed in turning the clouds to see the sun because of such an indomitable leader and such a group of young people who work together.

(1) Drum Shangflea: Shiqian's flower name, describing light and quick movements.