My princess connects yin and yang

Chapter 78 Music and Dance

Young and young Xi smiled, she did it for the common people, and also for the women in the forest who died for the common people.

For elder sister Ping'er and other elder sisters, it can be regarded as accumulating virtue for them, so that they can go to a good family in the next life.

In the next life, I wish them peace and prosperity and a happy family.

"Let me just say, the girl of the Nian family is kind!" Nanling Princess's eyes showed admiration.

Sheng Zishu's eyes sparkled as he looked at her, which made Young Xixi a little embarrassed.

"Aunt Princess."

Young Youxi glanced at King Zhennan who was still weak and unable to speak: "We are going back."

"Are you leaving?" Sheng Zishu was the first to be surprised: "It's only been a few days."

"There are still some things to go back and figure out."

Is that old man who helped Qingya behind her back, Hua Meijing?

Why are the two members of the royal family planted with this kind of bug?

"Stay a little longer." Princess Nanling was also a little bit reluctant: "In my life, I have only been such a son, and I have never experienced the joy of pampering my daughter. Let your aunt be happy for a few more days."

"It just so happens that there is a South Xinjiang drama to watch tonight, so stay for two more days!"

Xiaoyouxi wanted to say goodbye and go back to Shengjing, but she couldn't bear the enthusiasm of Princess Nanling to keep her.

In the end, he agreed to stay, just in time to see what the famous Southern Xinjiang drama in the Dasheng Dynasty was about.

But what she was curious about was why she hadn't seen Sheng Jinmo all morning?
"Miss, my uncle and King Xun went out early in the morning." Lingjun was still sensible, and she could tell what she was thinking at a glance.

Nianyouxi glanced outside the yard, and could hear the bustle and bustle on the street.

"There seem to be many people outside?"

Lingjun went to inquire about it, and came back and said, "Just build an evening stage at the street corner."

"It is said that there will be three days of Daqing, and the demon fire and hail are gone, and their dealer this year is saved."

Nian Youxi nodded, the common people only care about two things, food and clothing.

For them, life without war is the best life.

"Ling County, where's Han Xing?" Nian Youxi just happened to have some questions about spells to ask him.

But Lingjun said that Sheng Jinmo took Han Xing away, so she could only continue to ponder the book alone.

The sunset is approaching, and the sky is full of red light.

This is a harmonious color that Nanjiang City has not experienced for a long time.

No one said Nanling princess was a disaster anymore, and the common people also forgot the existence of Qingya overnight.

They sang and danced, lit lanterns, and gathered on the main street of Nanjiang.

"Go out for a walk?"

At some point, Sheng Zishu was standing by her window in a dark blue brocade attire.

The girl's side face was fair, and she frowned slightly as she read the book, as if she couldn't figure it out.

Hearing his voice, he hesitated for a while before turning his eyes: "Huh?"

"There will be a big show in southern Xinjiang tonight, and I have reserved a good seat for you."

When Sheng Zishu laughed, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, like a college student who had just registered, full of vigor.

Nianyouxi also heard the noise and laughter on the street: "Okay, let's go and have a look."

She thought that what Sheng Zishu said about saving a good seat was to go to the street.

result……

He led young Xi up to the roof of the palace.

"How's the location?"

On the roof, the servants have prepared refreshments and fruits, which is a good place to watch a play.

Nian Youxi found a comfortable seat, which happened to be more than ten meters away from the stage, so she could see it most clearly.

"There are a lot of people." She lowered her eyes and saw that the main street was full of people.

The shops on both sides of the street were also full of people.

They are not the only ones who sit on the roof and watch the theater like this.

Neighbors actually still have a drink and chat on the roof.

Sure enough, the customs of this southern border city are bold and unrestrained, which is different from that of Shengjing.

"The southern Xinjiang drama, you can't see it in other places..."

As soon as Sheng Zishu spoke, a few girls in colorful clothes floated down from the stage.

They were humming little tunes, soft and sticky, more like girls from water villages.

"This is the top note." Sheng Zishu explained beside him.

Young and young Xi rested her chin, watching young and beautiful girls dancing and humming, enjoying herself.

The first note was about a stick of incense, and the girls sprinkled the flowers in their hands to the audience.

The crowd surged and scrambled for it, as if it had a good meaning.

The girls dispersed, and the lights around the stage also dimmed.

For some reason, Nianyouxi suddenly felt a different breath.

The strange breath seemed to come from the stage, but she couldn't tell.

When an unknown musical instrument played, several figures slowly floated over the stage.

Or wearing military uniforms, or wearing special clothing.

They sang in major tunes, impassioned, and young Xi really didn't understand.

"What are they singing?" She heard that there were people singing along under the stage.

Sheng Zishu smiled: "This play is about the battle against the barbarians of Dongling a hundred years ago."

No wonder, the hatred of the people of Nanjiang City towards the people of Dongling was engraved in their bones.

The more fun they sang on the stage, the more excited they were.

Just as he was singing about hacking the barbarians of Dongling to death, the people in the audience erupted.

But it was obvious that the knife was fake, and when it was chopped on the barbarian's head, blood rushed out immediately.

Blood spurted out and splashed on several actors.

They were taken aback for a moment, and then looked at the severed head, which had already rolled several times and fell into the crowd.

Nianyouxi's eyes lit up: "Is this special effect good?"

As soon as the words finished, Sheng Zishu gasped, "No, that's true!"

Some people in the crowd were already screaming and scattered, and the actors on the stage were already scared to death.

Especially the one who raised the knife and slashed people, sat down on the ground in fright, with a dazed expression on his face.

But weird things also appeared at this time.

That body, with its head cut off, was able to stand upright on the platform.

He played music and danced...

Just, pretty scary.

"Ah, ah, dead!"

"Run!"

There was a riot on the main street, and the stage was even more frightened.

Sheng Zishu frowned: "You stay here, I'll go and have a look."

Young Xi can listen?
When he left, she quickly followed.

At this time, only the brave ones were left to watch the excitement on the street, and the timid ones had already run away.

The bloody head happened to be at Sheng Zishu's feet.

He didn't show a scared expression, but asked in a cold voice: "Who is the class leader?"

"I, I am."

A skinny man walked over, in his 40s, and looked a bit shrewd.

But the panic and fear in his eyes could not be concealed.

"The deceased belonged to your troupe?" Sheng Zishu asked again.

The troupe leader nodded: "Yes, he is from our troupe, his name is A Sheng, and he is an orphan."

"What about him?" Sheng Zishu pointed to the one on the table holding a machete.

The class leader's expression changed, and his emotions became agitated: "He is my son, my son, my son must have been framed!"

As he was speaking, the headless 'bang' sounded on the stage, and it fell down!

(End of this chapter)