The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 375 The Scholar
Night has finally come.

At the gate of Changyuanchun, two carriages drove over.

The carriage stopped, and the guard jumped out neatly, put down the footstool, turned around and opened the curtain.

Two young men stepped out of the car. The one in the front was tall and handsome in rich clothes; the one in the back held a folding fan and held his head high.

After the two stood still, they looked at the carriage behind them at the same time.

The young maid had already opened the car curtain and poked out a white hand from inside.

The maid held it gently.

The raven-haired girl walked out of the car, with a pair of clear and cold black eyes on her white jade face.

She looked up at the two young men and smiled faintly.
With cold eyes and warm smiles, the two young men held their breath for a moment.

The man shaking the fan wailed in his heart: Bodhisattva, can you get married now?My dear, my heart is full of love!
The man in brocade clothes grinded his molars: Still reluctant to marry her off too early, let's keep her for a few more years.

The girl held the maid's hand, and Pingping Tingting walked to the Zhu's door and handed over the theater ticket in her hand.

Waiting at the door was a middle-aged man, probably in his early forties. He didn't reach out to pick it up, but looked behind the girl.

"Miss Yan, only one person can enter with one theater ticket."

Yan Sanhe narrowed his eyes and said nonchalantly: "Then it's okay if you don't want to listen to this show. If you don't say anything, let's go."

"Wait!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the middle-aged man realized that he had made a mistake.

"One of them is the third master of Xie Daozhi's house; the other is the eldest son of Imperial Physician Pei."

Yan Sanhe smiled slightly: "They came with me, Master Chengyuan."

The middle-aged man's expression changed again, "How do you know my surname is Cheng?"

"You have a plump heaven, a straight nose, wide ears and a round mouth. You look like a blessed person at first glance. Who else could you be if you weren't the owner of the garden?"

Yan Sanhe shook the fan in his hand twice, "Besides, when was this?"

How long has this been and you are still blocking my people from entering?

All the laborious arrangements made by the old censor were in vain.

Yan Sanhe pushed the theater ticket into his hand, "Third Master, Little Master Pei, let's go!"

The third master lifted his gown, and the little master Pei waved his fan, and passed under Cheng Fuyao's nose one after the other.

You walk so confidently!
When the guests behind me saw it, their noses were twisted with anger, "Hey, hey, hey, why didn't they even buy a ticket?"

"That's right, doesn't Changchun Garden not accept female guests?"

At this time, the old man came up and said with a smile: "Excuse me, they are the distinguished guests invited by our Master Cheng today."

……

Compared with Changchun Garden during the day, Changchun Garden at night is even more charming.

There was laughter and laughter along the way.

The person who led Yan Sanhe and the others was the maid in red that day.

The maid smiled and led the person up to the second floor, pointed to the private room with the word "Chrysanthemum" hanging on it and said: "Miss, you two gentlemen, please come inside."

Yan Sanhe sat down at the main seat of the square table, while Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao sat on the left and right next to her.

The small building was bustling with people, and the eight tables downstairs were full; none of the eight private rooms upstairs was empty.

Little Mr. Pei was confused and touched Xie Zhifei with his toe.

Brother, what's going on?

Dare Qing Lu Shi didn’t book the venue?

Xie Zhifei's mind was full of chaos and he didn't know how to answer him, so he had to touch Yan Sanhe's with his toes.

Yan Sanhe was looking around this private room.

strangeness.

Last time I came back, this private room was hollow, and the movement on the left and right sides could be clearly seen.

But this time...

The hollow carvings turned into solid door panels, and the private room suddenly became a sealed space.

When she noticed Xie Zhifei kicking her, she didn't ask why, but looked at Li Buyan behind her.

Li Buyan walked out without saying a word.

As soon as she left, Huang Qi followed him without any instructions from Mr. Pei, leaving Zhu Qing alone at the door, looking around.Yan Sanhe leaned his head forward and said in a low voice: "Actually, I don't know either. I'll wait until Fuyan goes to find out."

Xie Zhifei: "..." I haven't said anything yet?

Little Master Pei: "..." What's the use of thanking fifty?My wife and I still have a good connection.

Little Mr. Pei thought for a while and suggested: "Sanhe, how about we go out for a walk. Last time we were in Jiaofangsi. Won't we bump into sweet-scented osmanthus while walking around?"

That's exactly what Yan Sanhe thought, "Let's find a chance to go out when the show starts. Third Master will stay here, just in case."

Xie Zhifei said "Yeah", but felt a little sour in his heart.

Is this the disappointment of being a brother-in-law?

After thinking about it again, I felt that this idea was really inappropriate, and it was better to deal with the matter at hand first.

"when--"

With a clear sound of gong, the noisy theater suddenly became quiet.

The show is on!

At the same time as the drum music sounded, two people slowly walked up to the stage. One was a young monk from Pujiu Temple.

The other one is wearing a white gown and a small crown. He is full of heroic spirit. He is the protagonist of the play - Zhang Sheng.

"Why is it the West Chamber again?" Mr. Pei muttered in a low voice.

He was tired of watching scenes between a poor scholar and a young lady, so why couldn't he do a scene between a handsome scholar and a poor girl?
He glanced at Yan Sanhe secretly, so he could adapt to the situation.

Xie Zhifei doesn't like watching this kind of greasy drama either.

If the family invites an opera troupe, he will watch the martial arts opera more often.

Yan Sanhe felt even more strange.

Romance of the West Chamber was performed for older girls and younger wives. At this moment, all the people sitting in the theater were men, which was obviously out of place.

"Two?"

Little Master Pei asked in a low voice: "What play is this Lu Shi going to sing for us?"

Xie Zhifei raised an eyebrow, "No matter which one comes out, you have to watch it. We don't have to choose now."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an extra hand on his wrist.

"Xie Zhifei." Yan Sanhe's voice was trembling.

Xie Zhifei saw her eyes straighten and became nervous inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

"Pinch me, pinch me hard."

I want to give it up!
Xie Zhifei took her hand and slapped him in the face.

"Snapped!"

At the same time as the pain in his palm came, Yan Sanhe felt that the whole world had stopped.

On the stage——

The scholar looked at an archway and said loudly: Oh, there is such a big garden over there, I don’t know where it is, and I am waiting for me to enjoy it as I please.

The young monk hurriedly stopped and said: Sir, please stay, you are not allowed to go there.

The scholar didn't understand: Why?

The young monk said: Here lived the late Mrs. Cui Xiangguo and Miss Yingying...

The scholar lowered his head thoughtfully, then turned around.

Just at this time, a voice like a green warbler came from the garden: Matchmaker, open the corner door.

The call came so suddenly and so naturally.

The scholar raised his face.

The face was completely exposed in the light, and the eyes were filled with panic and confusion, as if to say: What should I do?Should I hide?

Yan Sanhe, who was sitting in the "Chrysanthemum" room, also had panic in his eyes.

"Xie Zhifei, Pei Mingting, look, look, that scholar, that scholar..."

What happened to the scholar?
Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao moved their gazes to the scholar's face almost at the same time.

With this move, five thunders struck him.

That scholar turned out to be... Lu Shi pretending!
(End of this chapter)