Jinyi champion

Chapter 88
Zhu Hao took Zhu Si straight to the bookstore.

Because the big play is about to start, the surrounding area of ​​the bookstore has long been crowded with people, and the surrounding area is tight, but no one present knows what will be performed that day.

When Yu San saw Zhu Hao coming, he hurried forward to greet him: "Brother Hao, I just got the news that we invited the theater troupe, and many people paid a lot of money to invite them to stay in the theater, and some theater troupes wanted to imitate our plays." ...Fortunately, the troupe leader Long talked about morality, but he didn't agree."

Zhu Hao said with a smile: "I don't think that the leader of the dragon squad is moral, but he has good eyesight, and he knows that he can only eat if he knows how to hang out with us...Who usually goes to see those old-fashioned plays? Learn a few plays from me and go back. , I am afraid that I will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life."

Next to him, Lu Song looked at Zhu Hao with weird eyes, feeling strange in his heart.

Isn't it a library?
How did it become a theater?

Listening to what you mean, you also wrote a playbook?

You are really capable!Originally, the opening of the bookstore made the city full of wind and rain, but now you invite a troupe to sing a big play, so that the land of Anlu will not be peaceful?
Zhu Si asked excitedly: "Is this going to be a play? What kind of play?"

These days, listening to operas is still a very extravagant thing. Of course, Xing Wangfu is not included in this list. During the holidays, the Wangfu often invites opera troupes to the residence to sing, so Zhu Si has watched some operas since he was a child.

Zhu Hao said: "I will arrange for you to play "Farewell My Concubine" later, what do you think?"

Zhu Si asked puzzledly: "What is Farewell My Concubine?"

Jinghong explained: "It should be about Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, who was besieged in Gaixia by the Han army led by Han Xin. Did you really write the play?"

Children are most fond of heroic dramas. Now that Zhu Hao talked about Farewell My Concubine, he was naturally ready to write this drama and officially launch it.

"Of course, let's take a look at the "Monkey King Three Fights the Bone Demon" I arranged today... Isn't this more interesting than listening to books?"

The drama of heroism is certainly attractive, but the story of "Journey to the West" is equally fascinating.

Especially recently, Zhu Hao's bookstore has been talking about "Journey to the West". Fans of storytelling have listened to the story before watching the play, which is simply tailor-made.

"Okay, let's go and see..."

Zhu Si couldn't help but rushed forward.

Lu Song hastily reminded: "My lord, there are mixed dragons and snakes here, it's better not to join the crowd, just listen to it."

Yu San smiled and said: "My lord, you are a nobleman of the palace. We have arranged seats in the private room according to the order of the young master... Everyone, please move?"

While talking, Yu San was still looking at Zhu Si.

He had seen Lu Song appearing with Zhu Hao before, and knew that this was the head of the guards in the palace. He didn't know what rank he was, but he was an official and he was a citizen, so he couldn't afford to offend him. is the main character.

Zhu Hao warned: "Young Master Zhu is a noble person, and you can't sit with ordinary people to watch the theater. If there are other guests in the private room, please ask them to move a seat, and the fee will be reduced appropriately."

Yu San was puzzled.

If you have money but don't make money, you insist on driving customers out?
What number of ways is this?
What he didn't know was that Zhu Hao was giving him a chance.

The Zhu Houcong in front of you is most likely the future Emperor of Ming Dynasty. If you can get his appreciation, he will give you the official status of Jinyiwei with hundreds of households and thousands of households. Your ancestral grave will smoke, understand?

Although Yu San didn't understand, Zhu Hao was the boss after all, and he could only make arrangements according to Zhu Hao's orders.

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Soon a private room near the stage was vacated.

After a while, Zhu Si, Zhu Hao, Jing Hong, and Lu Song were sitting more than a foot above the ground in a private room built of solid logs that could accommodate a dozen people to listen to the opera.

There are many guards under and around the wooden frame, most of them stand at the stairs and around the attic, and some of them are disguised as spectators. One person and one chair in front can enjoy melon and fruit snacks, the middle one sits on a long bench, and the one behind can only sit on the bench. Standing, but everyone's mind is not on listening to the play, looking around one by one to prevent someone from making trouble.

But after the gong kicks off...

The Nanxi opera performed on the stage is really attractive. In order to eat the meat of the Tang monk, the ghost of bones transformed into a village girl who went up the mountain to deliver food, an old woman and an old man who went to the mountain to offer incense. All of them were seen through by the sharp-eyed Monkey King. Misunderstanding drive away...

At the beginning, the guards could still take care of the attic, turning their heads from time to time, but then all their eyes fell on the stage, and they couldn't bear to move their eyes anymore.

Lu Song was one of the few who remained vigilant. Seeing Zhu Si looking at the stage without blinking his eyes, his heart moved, he hurriedly got up and went downstairs, and shouted at his subordinates who were guarding all around: "What are you looking at? Keep an eye on it and see if there is anything." Suspicious person, don't forget your identity!"

One of the closest subordinates laughed together: "Lu Dianzhan, are you being too careful? This place is only one street away from the palace, as long as you yell, the brothers will all come, why do you need to be like this?"

Lu Song scolded with a black face: "Something happened, do you want your head?"

This kind of threat has almost no deterrent effect, but with Lu Song in charge, these guards still can only give up enjoying the big show, and focus on observing suspicious people again, but when they look around, they find that no one is playing Pay attention to the attic side during the performance.

All the guards cursed inwardly. Although they pretended to be on guard, they focused all their attention on the stage that their eyes swept over from time to time.

An hour passed, and as Monkey King on the stage turned somersaults away under the pressure of Tang Seng, the show finally ended amidst the roaring cheers of the audience.

The troupe's troupe leader Long stepped onto the stage: "Everyone, this afternoon's play is over, come again in the evening."

Naturally, the audience didn't want to leave, and they clamored for another show. The storyteller went up and said in a loud voice: "The next storytelling will mainly talk about the plot after the "Journey to the West".

Compared with drama, storytelling may be less expressive, but for old audiences, the content of storytelling is much richer than that of the stage, which can arouse people's imagination and still make people addicted to it.

"Go away!"

For ordinary people, spending two or three pennies to listen to a play, what should they do when they are satisfied, and consciously leave the venue to those fans of storytelling.

Zhu Si hurriedly said: "Zhu Hao, I haven't seen enough."

Zhu Hao said: "Next time, I'll take you to the Flower and Bird Market to see if there are any rabbits for sale."

"Huh? How boring is that? Can't I watch it again?"

Zhu Si was as stubborn as ever.

At this moment, Lu Song went up to the attic and persuaded: "My lord, you can't stay here for long, and a large number of people are pouring in from outside, who knows if there are villains hidden among them?"

Zhu Si was dissatisfied: "You always say that bad people are bad people. Are there so many bad people in the world? I just watched a play, and there are bad people who are against me?"

Zhu Hao spread his hands: "There is nothing you can do if you don't want to, I have no plans for the next play... At worst, the troupe will release a new play in the future, let you watch it first, if you are still so persistent, then I can only go first gone."

Although Zhu Si has a stubborn temper, he also knows that today he will come out to play with Zhu Hao, and the guests can do whatever he wants. Besides, Zhu Hao promised to put on a good show for him next time, so he can only bear it.

A group of people went downstairs, and Team Leader Long ran over and said, "Dear guests, were you satisfied with what you saw earlier? Did you..."

This is to ask for a reward!
Yu San hurriedly approached and scolded: "You're going to die, leader Long? These few are nobles in the palace, don't cause trouble."

Hearing this, Leader Long was startled, and quickly stepped back.

Zhu Si seemed to be inspired, his eyes lit up, he looked at Zhu Hao and then at Leader Long, his eyes rolled around.

Zhu Hao guessed it at a glance, this kid probably wanted to go back and beg his father or Yuan Zonggao to invite the opera troupe to the palace to sing, so that he could watch as long as he wanted.

King Yixing's doting on Zhu Si would most likely agree.

Walking out of the bookstore, Zhu Hao reminded him intentionally or unintentionally: "The plays they sang were written by me. Without my playbook, they are just a grass-roots troupe, and they can't get on the stage at all. Usually, there should be famous actors in the troupe invited by the palace... ... Lu Dianzhan, is that so?"

Lu Song frowned.

You kid actually talk to me?
Lu Song looked at Zhu Si, and suddenly understood why Zhu Hao said so, and immediately chimed in: "The level of this troupe is indeed not good, but the script is better. If Master Zhu can give such a good script to the big troupe in the future , the effect is definitely much better than it is now.”

Zhu Sixing said excitedly: "Then let my father find a troupe to come back...Zhu Hao, you will be responsible for writing the play for them, okay?"

Zhu Haodao: "I still need to make money from the playbook, writing plays for irrelevant troupes... They have learned it, so what good will I do if I sing elsewhere?"

"My……"

With Zhu Si's mind, he really couldn't think of a compromise.

But this is an inspiration to Lu Song.

Lu Song felt that he could tell Yuan Zonggao after returning home that the prince likes to listen to operas, and Zhu Hao can write plays, so it is better to let Zhu Hao write and find someone to sing, then the prince will not have to think about running outside every day.

But letting the son listen to the play, will it go against King Xing's cultivation of the son...

Lu Song couldn't figure it out, and it's not good for Zhu Hao to write plays for others first... Lu Song had to think about whether to say this, and if he said it, how to say it.

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There are many interesting things in Flower and Bird Market, Zhu Si reluctantly pulled himself together and stopped in front of each stall, but after all, when he and his sister sneaked out of the palace, he often came here to play, most of the things were not for him. Feel fresh.

Jumping and jumping along the way, he seemed to be very interested, but in fact Zhu Si's thoughts were all on the previous scene of "The Monkey King Three Beats the Bone Demon".

Zhu Hao is still summing up: "...the singing is not very good. Southern opera is like this. It is soft and not as high-pitched and vigorous as Qin opera. If you train a troupe alone to sing the new opera I created, the effect will definitely be very different. "

Lu Song glared at Zhu Hao, as if ordering him to shut up.

You obviously don't want Zhu Si to watch more plays, and you don't want to write a play book for the palace to find a troupe to sing. Why do you keep attracting the attention of your son?
Are you looking for trouble?

But what Lu Song didn't understand was that if Zhu Hao really didn't intend to let Zhu Si get in touch with drama, he wouldn't take him to the theater.

For Zhu Hao, this is retreat.

It's not easy to raise a theater troupe by yourself, but if the palace raises it...is it difficult?At that time, this theater troupe can be used by myself, and occasionally it can help me make money...it's not too good.

But you can't rejuvenate the palace in vain. This requires some tricks to turn the theater troupe in the palace into your own.

Sooner or later, Zhu Houcong will become the owner of Xingwangfu, and even become the lord of the world. The most important condition for the palace or the court to make profits for himself is to make Zhu Houcong like these things?

"Zhu Hao, when will you write a new script?" Zhu Si asked obsessively.

Zhu Hao said: "I have already written part of it, and I can show it to you when I go back, but you can't be like Jinghong, who is so fascinated that you don't even want to read the book, then I will be a reading companion in the palace, and the days in the palace will not be good." long."

Zhu Si shook his head excitedly: "No, no, of course I understand the principle of enough is enough. Lu Dianzhan, I'm tired, let's go home!"

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