[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Chapter 21 Puppet Show

The gongs paused for a while, and the drums started, as gently as a stream of water.

The beautiful woman made of wood was holding her swaddling baby. Pulled by the thin thread tied around her wrist, she flicked up her flowing sleeves and made a swaying gesture of supporting her temples and hairpin flowers.

The red lips cut from two pieces of cork opened and closed, and someone behind the scenes chanted, cadenced.

"Wine, Jinpoluo, Wu Ji's fifteen fine horses. Indigo black thrush and red brocade boots, and the words are not right and singing. Drunk in the arms of the tortoiseshell banquet, what a lot of flowers under the tent."

The beautiful woman looks up into the distance, her expression is infatuated and resentful, and she vividly interprets a prostitute's nostalgia and jealousy for her former glory and popularity.

As soon as Zhao Bishu heard Taibai's voice, her sharp eyes stabbed straight at the red curtain hanging behind the stage like a falcon looking for prey.

The huge red curtain hanging from the roof to the stage is not a complete piece, but is made up of five alizarin red brocade silks with sparkling water.

The brocade silk is light and soft, and a little breeze can make it dance lightly.

Zhao Bisuo caught sight of the person behind the scenes while the brocade silk was flying up.

Wang Lianhua was still dressed in Guanyin's dress when she danced the Feitian Dance yesterday, she was magnificent, elegant and graceful.

But at this moment, he folded his arms and crossed his legs, leaning on the recliner like an old man waiting to drink tea.With that lazy look, even if he slid to the ground the next moment, it wouldn't make people feel strange.

The movements were obviously extremely rough, but when placed on his body, there was a unique beauty, not the charming and enchanting of a woman, but the unrestrained appearance of a man.

Even though he has a charming appearance at this time, he is dressed in silk and Luoming, and there are two lumps of soft flesh on his chest, but he can't stop Wang Lianhua's coquettish and unrestrained, like a breeze blowing on his face, wrapping you little by little.

Wang Lianhua was chanting Taibai leisurely, and inadvertently saw Zhao Bishu glaring at him angrily.

He stroked his chin and thought for a while, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, giving Zhao Bisuo a flirtatious and provocative smile.

Zhao Bishu stared blankly, his face flushed.

She was ashamed and annoyed, and the Emei thorn suddenly appeared cold in her sleeve.She stood up abruptly, and was about to rush to the stage with one stride.

Just after taking half a step, a hand firmly pressed her shoulder.

Zhao Bishu shouted anxiously and angrily: "Brother Shen!"

Shen Lang shook his head and said, "Miss Zhao, do you still remember how many people were in the funeral procession yesterday?"

Zhao Bisuo stomped her feet and said angrily, "Who would count them seriously!"

Shen Lang didn't answer, but just looked at her with calm eyes.

Zhao Bishu's heart tightened, and it was rare for him to suppress his anger.

She frowned slightly, thought for a while, and said, "About a hundred people?"

Shen Lang said: "How many people can be used in this puppet show?"

Zhao Bisuo said without even thinking about it: "If there are few people on stage, two or three people are enough. If there is a big scene, there will never be more than ten people."

Shen Lang said: "That's not bad."

"Then Miss Zhao thinks, where are the rest of the people?"

Shen Lang's persuasive question made Zhao Bishu startled.

She looked around in a daze and panic.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of people who come to watch the play.Some are engrossed and watch with gusto, while others are drinking tea and chatting to pass the time boredly... There is no slight difference.But in the eyes of the skeptical Zhao Bishu, this kind of ordinary and ordinary is already the most extreme weirdness.

Zhao Bishu murmured, "But there are about three hundred people in this hall."

Shen Lang said: "This is the most difficult point."

"Ambushers are mixed among the common people. If a conflict breaks out recklessly, as long as they hold the common people hostage, they will make us be cautious and not dare to act rashly."

Zhao Bi combed the corners of his mouth, and wanted to say, "I don't care about the lives of those untouchables!", but as soon as his eyes touched Shen Lang's eyes, he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his mouth.

It was the first time she had scruples about the idea of ​​anyone other than her father.

She felt from the bottom of her heart that she had made a huge concession to Shen Lang and also suffered a huge grievance.

Fingers twisted the braid unconsciously again, Zhao Bi combed it proudly and thought to herself, I care about him so much, value him so much, he definitely dare not dislike me, right?

In order to show her tenderness in front of her sweetheart, Zhao Bisuo sat back on the chair obediently.

She stayed quietly for a while. She wanted to be more obedient, but she couldn't help asking: "What should we do?"

Shen Lang looked at Wang Lianhua under the shade of Qianhong brocade, his eyes were clear and his cheeks were full of smiles.He crossed his arms and slowly cut his throat at Chong Shenlang.

Shen Lang shook his head with a smile, and said, "Just wait and see."

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"And now—"

"The beauty is old, the favor is thin, and the bronze mirror often hides me. The time is wasted, and the young son is scared, and there is nowhere to find a husband."

The long tune plays again, the rhythm is in harmony, and the lyrics and music change from high-spirited to sad and sad.

The woman staggered and staggered, miserable.

"I still hate—"

"Reduced to prostitution, body like duckweed. Thousands of people sleep on a pair of jade wrists, and thousands of people taste a little bit of red lips. It is said that prostitutes/women are false, how can they compare with a man with a heart made of iron?"

The beautiful woman caressed the swaddling baby sadly, and placed the young son in front of the door of a farmer's hut.

She choked with sobs and sighed: "May the heavens take pity on the young son, and don't make the same mistakes again, step mother will be sad."

After speaking, she shed tears and left.Before disappearing behind the scenes, I still reluctantly look back.

Taibai said: "Poor motherly hearts in the world."

"But the dragon begets the dragon, and the phoenix begets the phoenix. The children of heroes are always heroes, and the offspring of villains are always villains. As for the daughter of this prostitute... Ha!"

As soon as the words fell, the scene on the stage changed, the swaddling clothes in front of the farmer’s door disappeared, and a young girl who was dressing in the mirror appeared in front of the window. She is slim and charming, with a coquettish figure.

Shen Lang frowned slightly in the audience, he felt that the appearance of this young girl puppet was somewhat familiar.

The girl's song said: "Obviously I am a noble body of gold and jade, but I was born to live in the wild grass. I have the appearance of beautiful jade, but I can't hide it in the soil. Although I don't know who my parents are, I must be no worse than the princes and nobles. How can I be willing to work all day long and lose my face?" "

"You only have the heart of Lingyun, but you don't have the strength of the breeze. If you can be valued by the powerful, once you fly to the branches, so what if you are willing to give up this skin?"

The girl Xianxian picked up a straw in her hand, pretended to be a golden hairpin and inserted it into her bun. She was obviously a mountain girl, but she was as dignified and elegant as a lady of a great family.

She is sometimes self-pitying, sometimes high-spirited and agitated, and her ambition to reach the sky in one step is undoubtedly revealed.

Just when she sang "The good wind sends me to the sky with its strength", a handsome young man with no eyes, no nose, no ears and no heart knocked on her door.

The girl hurriedly hid her rough makeup, trimmed her hair in a bun, and welcomed the young master into the door with a gentle gesture.

The two fell in love for a while, and the young master smiled and asked, "I still don't know your name?"

The girl smiled and said: "There is a beautiful woman in Chuchu, one word explains Qingqiu."

"The little girl's name is Chu Qiuci."