Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 14
"Where is the jade man, where is the jade man? Near the tomb, the west wind is old and green. The girl Su who sang in "The Song of Bamboo Branches, the cuckoo sings over the Jinjiang Wu?"

He Chunxia lifted Erlang's legs, and listened to the show and drank tea like the guests around him shook their heads. When the guests in the back seat saw it, they thought it was interesting, so they came up and said, "Girls don't listen to shows on weekdays." He Chunxia nodded, "I don't understand, this is acting. What is it?"

"There are 55 plays in The Peony Pavilion. Miss Yuhong was most proud of this play during her lifetime. She is so gorgeous and beautiful, and Du Liniang is so alive. See that old man crying sadly over there?" The guest pointed out with his finger. Looking at an old man in the front row who was wiping his tears with a handkerchief, the old man had gold embroidered clothes and a brocade belt, and he could tell at a glance that he was either rich or expensive, "Yang Shaochuan, the owner of Yingxi Pavilion, specially arranged this show, It will be performed for three days in a row to pay homage to Miss Yuhong."

"You can't get tired of watching a play for three days in a row."

"The boss can't get tired of watching it." The guest laughed twice, "This play is called Resurrection, also called Resurrection, and it tells the story of Du Liniang coming back to life. This old man Yang is just looking forward to the Yuhong girl outside the play... Haha, it's just a dream."

Zhang Zhou porridge rushed over, "It's served, Senior Sister." He Chun Xia raised his voice, "You eat first, I'll see later."

Suddenly the big drum started again, and it stopped with a sound. All the women, carrying flowers, plants, orchids, silk scarves and embroidered ribbons, lined up in a row, short, squatting or standing.

Beauty walks lightly.

He Chunxia widened his eyes.

Mo Qingshan.

His eyes are like water, his eyebrows are frowning, and he is such a sad person.

She stepped forward slowly, without looking at the towel, raised her eyes, "this world"

She wept.

There was an uproar under the stage, and the guests behind He Chunxia muttered, "There's no such part in this play?"

"Is this world really empty? The actors are affectionate and ruthless, the joys and sorrows on the stage, and the joyful judges offstage."

"Huangliang You are not yet ripe, and a dream arrives at Huaxu." She lowered her eyes slightly, took off the crown ornaments on her head one by one, and threw them on the ground, leaving only a simple, black hair.

"My first time on stage, but also my last."

"I don't want to be Du Liniang, my name is Mo Qingshan."

She looked up.

Tearful smile.

"You dare!" An old man came out of the backstage tremblingly, holding a whip and carrying a sword, turning his hand to whip out, and flying straight up to Mo Qingshan's forearm, Mo Qingshan embroidered clouds and water sleeves, holding the long whip, neither humble nor arrogant, "Grandpa, I can't learn to be a lover like Du Liniang. I want to live my own life." Mr. Mo was in a hurry. He coughed a few times, and even coughed up blood. When Mo Qingshan saw it, he let go and went to help him. The old man slapped him down.

Heavy five fingerprints.

The blood climbed up the corner of her mouth, and she didn't bother to wipe it. She continued to help Mr. Mo. Mr. Mo didn't let her help him. He kicked Mo Qingshan to the ground with one foot, and raised his whip to cover his face. Shut your face and let the whip rain down on yourself.He Chunxia couldn't see it, and flew up to the stage, the sword shadow lit up, the long whip broke into several sections, and the sword was sheathed when it landed.

He Chun Xia bowed, "Sword Master Mo."

The old man Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at her, coughed twice, "Such a fast sword, you are still a woman, you are Sword Master Ye's close disciple, He Chunxia?" He Chunxia ignored him and went to help Mo Qingshan up, Mo Qingshan was wearing it. She wanted to let go of her hand, "I don't want you" to see her pouting, her eyes widened, she was really worried about herself, and her tone softened, "What the heck do you do." He Chunxia hugged Mo Qingshan and went to Going out the door, I only left a sentence to the old man Mo, "I will apologize to you together with Master someday."

Zhang Zhouporridge and Qi Baiyu noticed the movement here early, and they have been waiting on the side, and immediately set off when they saw this situation.Halfway through the porridge, Zhang Zhou went back and copied two large white steamed buns from the nearest guest's table, and threw a few copper plates to him, "Thank you, thank you!" Xiao ran followed.

The four led three horses and walked slowly at night.

Mo Qingshan noticed that Qi Baiyu was a handsome young man who called his brother at the entrance of the concubine's mansion earlier. He avoided his eyes as much as possible on the way, secretly arranged his hair and made up his face. If he couldn't deal with it for a while, he left. Go in front of him and leave a good-looking back.

He Chun Xia was so hungry that Zhang Zhou porridge handed over the steamed bun and immediately nibbled at it. The huge white steamed bun was gone after a few bites. After eating it, he responded, "Then how can the three of you share the remaining one?" Mo Qing Shirt whispered, "I don't eat it." Zhang Zhou porridge rolled his eyes and tore half of it to Qi Baiyu, "Qi Er is wronged to order a table of good dishes, and we ended up eating steamed buns with the cold wind on this winter night. "Qi Baiyu smiled, noticing that Mo Qingshan was still dressed in a costume, the clothes were thin and the weather was cold. She shrank her hands and walked slowly in front of her. She took off her coat and went to put it on her.

"girl."

The two looked at each other.

Garden dream.

(End of this chapter)