Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 202 Do you dare?
After a long silence, the fat manager of Shuiyuexuan ran over with embarrassment to ask Wan Zulong for instructions.

"Mr. Wan, look... do you want the Kunqu opera performance to start earlier?"

Wan Zulong was also embarrassed, and quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, Kunqu Opera is good, I like to listen to it, let's start performing."

Qiao Baichuan next to him heard this, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but cast a glance at Yang Hao, thinking about it.

If Yang Hao knew what he was thinking, he would definitely sigh again and persuade him earnestly: "Old Qiao, old Qiao, if you don't do it, you won't die. I'm really touched by how you worked so hard to cooperate with me to pretend to be aggressive."

A moment later, "The Peony Pavilion·Amazing Dreams in the Garden" started!
"Dream back to the warbler, chaotic times are everywhere, people set up small courtyards and deep courtyards..."

The melodious singing voice fluttered in Shuiyue Pavilion.

Old-school characters like Wan Zulong and Prince Ma are all intoxicated by it.

Even Zhang Lei, a pure newcomer who appreciates Kunqu opera art for the first time, although he can't understand or understand it, he still finds it pleasing to the eye.

Yang Hao had never heard of Kunqu opera before, but at least he had the chip of a master of quyi, and now he is half-knowledgeable.

He crossed his legs and started shaking again.

As soon as Qiao Baichuan saw Yang Hao shaking his legs, his eyelids jumped, and he thought that I would not believe this evil today!

He coughed lightly, and asked tentatively, "Yang Hao, could it be that you can not only comment on Tantan, but also Kunqu Opera?"

As soon as these words came out, Wan Zulong, who was caught in the middle, felt that his prostate began to twitch again.

He wailed in his heart: "Old Qiao, old Qiao, you're so fucking old, why can't you not make trouble?"Otherwise, I am a dignified gambling king, and I have to go to the toilet three times after drinking a sip of water. Is this really appropriate?

Yang Hao continued to shake his legs, and even more aggressively, and said lazily, "Hey, old Qiao, I think you mean, you want to dig a hole for me again?"

Qiao Baichuan looked at his unbearable appearance and hated his teeth, but he could only laugh dryly: "Hehe, no, I just saw how intoxicated you are, so I couldn't help but ask."

Yang Hao glanced at him: "Really? I thought it was you who couldn't understand my shaking legs and were going to teach me how to be a man."

Qiao Baichuan's teeth were almost crushed, and he couldn't hold back the evil fire in his stomach.

He thought for a while, and then went straight to Huang Long: "Yang Hao, I just want to ask, do you know Kunqu opera?"

Yang Hao shrugged: "Well, you can."

puff!
Qiao Baichuan almost vomited blood. Originally, in his calculation, no matter whether Yang Hao answered yes or no, he had a way to trick Yang Hao.

But what the hell is his "maybe"? !

The attention of Prince Ma and the others was also attracted, and they didn't know what Yang Hao meant by what he said.

Qiao Baichuan bit the bullet and asked: "Ahem, Yang Hao, if you know it, you will, if you don't, you won't. It's boring if you play sloppy like this."

Yang Hao chuckled: "My meaning is actually very simple, that is, if you insist on digging a hole for me, then I will know Kunqu Opera."

"If you know your way back, rein in your horse, and don't bother me, then I won't know Kunqu opera, understand?"

He really doesn't care, it's just a Xiqu master chip anyway, it's best if you don't use it, but if Qiao Baichuan insists on dying, it doesn't matter if you use it.

Qiao Baichuan didn't know the inside story, so of course he was dissatisfied with 1 people: "I understand what you said, you know how to play Kunqu Opera? Or would you be so arrogant?"

Yang Hao was amused: "Haha, am I arrogant? But since you have said so, then I will show you my arrogance."

He hooked his fingers at Qiao Baichuan disdainfully: "You old bastard, don't you just want to trick me? Come on, just let the horse come over, I promise to follow, and you will be satisfied!"

"You! How dare you scold me?!"

Qiao Baichuan's nose was so angry that he stood up and pointed at Yang Hao: "You little bastard, believe it or not, I made you unable to get out of here today..."

He was in the middle of his fury when he suddenly got stuck.

It was because of him that he remembered that this place was not his own, and Yang Hao was not a soft persimmon to be kneaded by others.

Yang Hao made up the knife: "Yo, after finishing speaking, why can't I get out of this?"

Qiao Baichuan was so angry that his face was purple, but he could only forcefully say back: "Huh, what kind of cultivated man is this old man, how can he beat and kill at every turn? We are only talking about art now, aren't you awesome? Then Just go on stage and show your hand, do you dare?"

He made it clear that he was trying to trick Yang Hao again. Yin Meiling and the others wanted to remind Yang Hao not to be fooled, but after seeing Yang Hao's confident expression, they didn't interrupt rashly.

At this time, the opera actors on stage were already confused by the movement in the audience, and it was not right to continue singing, or not to sing, but when they got nervous, they lost tune.

Qiao Baichuan took advantage of the situation and yelled at the stage: "What are you singing? It's a nonsense, why don't you hurry down, so as not to embarrass yourself!"

The opera performers on stage turned pale with fright, and hurried backstage as if fleeing.

Seeing this scene, Wan Zulong was really annoyed to death, but he really didn't want to easily offend Qiao Baichuan, so he could only sigh secretly.

"Yes, you all have a donkey temper. Can I hide it if I can't provoke it? It seems that the small world in the toilet can give the old man a moment of peace."

Thinking about it, Wan Zulong got up silently and urinated.

As soon as he left, Yang Hao and Qiao Baichuan were face to face.

Yang Hao also started to dig a hole this time, and said with a sneer: "Old man, don't you get tired of always using aggressive methods?"

"Before, I saw you were quite old and felt sorry for you, so I didn't bother to care about you."

"You said let me go on stage, so I'll go on stage. You said ten songs, and I'll give you ten. In the end, I gave you the song "House of Flying Daggers". Am I being kind enough?"

As Yang Hao said, the subject changed: "But you can't always rely on the old to sell the old, can you? Now you want me to perform Kunqu opera on stage, but we have to add some color."

He thought for a while, and simply dug a huge hole for Qiao Baichuan: "How about, let's have a Kunqu opera game, and the loser... just like the previous one, kneel down and sing "Conquer", how dare you?" ?"

As soon as the bet was brought up, Qiao Baichuan's face turned green.

I thought to myself that the old man is a big man on the northern martial arts road, he has been famous for decades, and he is a famous figure in the whole north.

If you lose later, you have to kneel down and sing "Conquer"?Or in front of so many people?It's better to kill the old man with one knife!

But what Yang Hao said was reasonable, and the others followed suit: "That's right, everything must be fair, and going back and forth is the kingly way!"

Seeing Yang Hao's confident face, Prince Ma asked for an assist: "Old Qiao, aren't you a master of Peking Opera? Although there are some differences between Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera."

"But it's all opera art anyway, and your skills must be deeper than that of Yang Hao, so you have nothing to be afraid of, just gamble."

(End of this chapter)