Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 805 Big Birthday

  Zhu Houzhao felt that Fang Jifan's sense of humor was low.

  So I didn't laugh.

   Zhu Houzhao still has deep feelings for his great-grandmother.

  After all, if it wasn’t for my great-grandmother, I would have been beaten to death by my father long ago.

  He was sitting, with his hands resting on his cheeks. His face, which was in good shape, was squeezed together and turned into a pig's head.

  Fang Jifan sat opposite him, and said with a smile: "The Empress Dowager, does she like to listen to opera?"

  Zhu Houzhao heard it, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

  Fang Jifan slapped his thigh: "It's really easy to find nowhere to find. I just need to find such a bosom friend."

"What?"

  Zhu Houzhao was taken aback.

  Fang Jifan's eyes lit up: "We can sing."

  Zhu Houzhao was taken aback: "We... can we sing?"

  Fang Jifan encouraged him and said: "The important thing is not the drama, but who is the singer. His Royal Highness sings it himself, which shows His Royal Highness's filial piety."

  Zhu Houzhao nodded understandingly: "It took a lot of effort to make my great-grandmother like it? But... if I go to sing an opera, my father will definitely be furious."

  Fang Jifan sighed in his heart, the empress dowager is kind, she is at this age, she doesn't know when she will be immortal, she treats herself well, why not just let her smile.

  People are anti-Bo beauty smile.

  Fang Jifan is a man of three calibers and uprightness, and what flows in his body is the blood of resisting evil customs and having a lofty moral mission.

   It was the old man who smiled at Fang Jifan.

  Just because of life, filial piety is the first. Treating the elderly well is a matter of course.

  Furthermore...Fang Jifan felt that in the future, he might have to ask this old lady for a big favor, which was related to his well-being.

  Fang Jifan said: "Then let's hurry up...practice."

   "Wait a minute, wait a minute, I'll find a troupe first, um, an Anhui opera troupe, a Kunqu opera troupe, and... I have to think about it."

  The reason why Peking Opera became popular all over the world is that it combines the strengths of dramas from all over the world, and finally, it is a complete success.

  The essence of Peking Opera two hundred years later was born out of the current drama.

   Therefore, it is necessary to change the singing voice, tone, and story.

   But actors are still easy to find, especially those who have a solid foundation, they can often master it well. Naturally, Fang Jifan can't be meticulous in everything, but the most important thing is to give people a taste.

  The biggest advantage of Peking Opera is not only this.

   There are also costumes and props, which have gradually derived the effect of the stage. In this era of poor entertainment, it is a rare entertainment to pass the time.

  Of course, the most brilliant thing about this Beijing opera is its libretto.

  This is a story that has been continuously revised and polished after inheriting the opera culture for hundreds of years.

  Every track is very touching.

  Thus, the essence of Peking Opera lies in the story, and behind every moving story is enough to make the listener cry.

After all, people in the last life have long been invaded by countless high-quality and bad-quality, classic or rough stories. Therefore, people are numb to stories. People directly lower the moral level of society and make morality decline all the way...

  In this era, a classic and well-known story is enough to move people's hearts.

  Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "Your Highness, you prepare the clothes, and I will make a pattern. You hurry up and bring the weavers to sew all the clothes. By the way, when is the birthday of Empress Zhou?"

   "There are forty days left."

   "I'm a little anxious." Fang Jifan took a deep breath: "But it doesn't matter, even if it is not done well, the most important thing is the heart."

  Speaking, Fang Jifan slipped out: "I'm going to find the troupe."

  Theatrical troupe is ready-made. Fang Jifan directly asked people to find the most famous troupe in Beijing, and still needed to find famous actors.

  Perhaps because of Fang Jifan's wide-ranging good ties, all the famous actors in Beijing came early the next morning. The only fly in the ointment is that the dan roles "Tsing Yi" and "Hua Dan" are hard to find.

   This Beijing opera is all sung by men. As for why women are not allowed to sing, it is probably because women's singing is almost like falling into fireworks.

  Fang Jifan simply asked the female singer to take on the role of "Tsing Yi" and "Hua Dan".

   Time is running out.

  The repertoire was quickly selected, and then the libretto was copied and distributed to each actor so that they could familiarize themselves with the recitation.

  Fang Jifan taught them to hang their voices. Although Fang Jifan's own singing is not very good, but generally, it is enough to let the actors understand the intention.

   busy.

   Watching, in this cold winter.

Zhu Zaimo followed Liu Jie to study, and sat on the high threshold, resting his chin, watching Fang Jifan directing the rehearsal like a general, and when he caught someone, he was scolded, the scolding was ugly, and he tried his best to open his mouth , babbling and humming: "You...uncle!"

   "I...beat...you won't die..."

   "You old p-share!"

  As he talked, he was happy, uncle is really fragrant.

  …

  Zhu Houzhao babbles in the cold wind every morning, leading a group of "horns" to hang his throat.

   Zhu Houzhao is the protagonist.

   No, it should be called Xiaosheng.

  His voice is loud, but he also has a style.

  Liu Jin ate the jerky, and also hung his throat beside him. Suddenly, the thick voice came out of his throat.

  Shengsheng suppressed Zhu Houzhao's voice.

  Damn it...talent.

Fang Jifan swished, wrapped himself tightly, and grabbed Liu Jin: "Grandson, old man, come and try, sing to the libretto, come, come, put makeup on my grandson, wear old man's clothes, let He tries."

  Liu Jin just laughed: "God, can I really succeed?"

   "Yes!" Fang Jifan said: "Although you are ugly, it's not too important. Even if you wear makeup, ghosts won't recognize you."

  …

  The birthday of the Empress Dowager is a big deal.

  At least, for Emperor Hongzhi who had been feeling unwell this winter, he knew better than anyone that his great-grandmother's life would come to an end sooner or later.

  The son wants to raise but the relative does not wait.

  Although, under the care of the Empress Dowager, he has entered middle age, and he can go to the Renshou Palace to greet the Zhou family every morning, but Emperor Hongzhi understands that such days will not be too long.

  He sighed, as if he vaguely understood that for others, it was nothing more than a deep palace with one less object to cling to, but for Emperor Hongzhi, this... was an era that was coming to an end.

  He seemed restless, but determined to make a big deal about this birthday.

  Even if the old lady is just happier and relieves a little bit of pain, Emperor Hongzhi is willing to spend all his thoughts.

  In the palace, there are already lights and festoons.

  Birthday is approaching.

   It seems that the officials also sensed His Majesty's filial piety, so the officials headed by Liu Jian went up and asked His Majesty to allow the officials to enter the palace to congratulate them on their birthday.

  Emperor Hongzhi hardly hesitated, and directly approved the approval.

  Emperor Hongzhi sometimes looked out of the window at the continuous snow, and his eyes always began to ripple unconsciously. The depths of his eyes seemed to reflect the good old days.

  My carefree days were spent during that time.

   But now, although that memory is getting clearer, it has quietly gone away from me.

  Emperor Hongzhi suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

  Ouyang Zhi handed Emperor Hongzhi a veil belatedly after a long time.

Emperor Hongzhi took it, wiped away his tears, turned his head, his eyes were reddish, his nose moved slightly, and he forced a smile: "Time flies so fast, many things are as clear as yesterday, look at that snow, in ten years Today, twenty or thirty years ago, how could it be that snowflakes were flying like this, like a waterfall? But..."

  He slowly bent down and sat back on the soft cushion, looking at the pile of notes on the copybook: "However, everything in the past is like a fleeting moment. I am old, and my grandmother is also old."

  Ouyang Zhi was silent, he was only a listener.

  Emperor Hongzhi smiled: "Aren't I being too wordy?"

  Ouyang Zhi thought for a while, then shook his head.

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "One day, you will feel the same way."

   "No." Ouyang Zhi said suddenly.

  Emperor Hongzhi glanced at him suspiciously.

  Ouyang Zhidao: "The minister's parents died early, and among the elders, there is only a mentor, and the mentor is still young. Even if it is a sigh, it should be the teacher's grief for the minister."

  Emperor Hongzhi's expression eased: "Yes, I don't know, it's your luck, or it's your misfortune."

  He lowered his head and picked up the ink pen. It was getting late, so he picked up the memorial, tried to concentrate, and began to watch. "

   After a long time, he suddenly raised his eyes, and there was another tear at the corner of his eyes, but suddenly said: "What is the prince doing?"

   "..." Ouyang Zhi didn't answer.

  Emperor Hongzhi was not in a hurry.

  He is used to Ouyang Zhi's slowness.

  So he waited slowly.

He even sometimes thinks in his heart that Ouyang Zhi is really a minister bestowed by heaven. With him, if he is in a hurry, he will gradually calm down because of his calmness, so that he will not make mistakes when he is in a hurry. judgment.

   But after waiting for a long time, Ouyang Zhi still didn't answer.

   This time, it seems that the wait is a bit long.

   It seems to have entered standby mode.

  Emperor Hongzhi suddenly understood.

  Ouyang Qing's family is again taboo for the venerable.

  Emperor Hongzhi gritted his teeth: "What is he tossing about again? Riding a horse? Shooting arrows? Or beating my grandson? Did you scold me, so what?"

  Ouyang Zhi still had no expression on his face.

Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "When will I grow up, when will I know the seriousness, know how anxious I am, know that his great-grandmother has reached the point of exhaustion. He still doesn't understand anything , only caring about himself, but he doesn't know how much his great-grandmother loves him, how can he have other leisurely thoughts at this time when he has raised his heart and soul."

  ...

   Chapter 4 is delivered.

  (end of this chapter)