I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

"Oh good~"

As soon as they heard the singing again, the parents who suddenly raised their hearts, heard that it was a new song, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

It doesn't matter if it's Shenzhouhong, they are about to vomit.

Now their minds are filled with the tune of the rising sun of Shenzhou Red.

Soon a dozen older children came onto the stage, lined up in a neat queue, and sang loudly under the musician's performance.

"Ah, ah, ah ah..."

First came the overall high pitch, and finally the children sang loudly with blushing faces following the drum beats of passion.

"War smoke rises, the mountains and rivers look north, the dragon flag rolls up, the horse neighs, and the sword energy is like frost..."

A passionate song about serving the country loyally spread to everyone's ears, and everyone's blood was soaring when they heard it.

Especially those parents who were born in the military have a deeper feeling for this song.

When the children sang about how many brothers and feet were buried in foreign lands, many people thought of the comrades-in-arms and brothers who died in the alien battlefield, and their eyes could not help but turn red.

Those parents who had no experience in the army, inspired by the tune, also remembered the dark history of the Central Plains occupied by the Bei Yuan, and couldn't help but feel emotional, and sang along with the tune in a low voice.

"I would like to defend the land and restore the frontiers, and the dignified Ming Dynasty will let the Quartet come to congratulate~!"

After the song was sung, there was silence at the scene.

Parents with military experience are still recalling their war career.

Parents who have no experience in this area are thinking about the spectacular scenes of countries coming to Korea when Zheng He came back a few years ago.

There was no response from below, which made the children who sang enthusiastically feel somewhat disappointed and sad.

They were wondering if they could not sing well, otherwise, why didn't the parents below applaud?

"Clap clap clap..."

Zhu Zhangui, who was the first to come out of the song, saw that the children on the stage were a little disappointed, so he quickly got up and gave warm applause.

Other parents also reacted one after another, stood up and cheered loudly.

After receiving such a strong response, the children, who were a little disappointed in their hearts, suddenly became excited again. Under the leadership of the team leader, they bowed their hands to the audience to thank them.

Received the biggest applause since the beginning of the ceremony, the children raised their chests up one by one, like little roosters who had won a fight outside, and walked off the stage with their heads held high.

"Hahaha…"

Seeing the proud faces of the children, there was a burst of good-natured laughter from the parent viewing area.

"Parents, how are these children singing?"

"Okay, that sounds great!"

The master of ceremonies walked onto the stage with a smile, and had a simple interaction with the parents in the audience.

The reason why he was so happy was because the next show was finally not a singing show, but a large-scale performance show.

When he came up, the children hadn't finished dressing, and he needed to buy them some time.

After a few simple interactions, and then received a gesture from the gentleman below the stage, the master of ceremonies looked at the audience and pretended to be excited.

"The next ones will be some students from Class [-] and Class [-] of the second grade. They have jointly prepared a large-scale program. It is said that for this program, they have prepared for a month and vowed to show their best condition and perfect cooperation. For those seniors who are about to graduate."

"Okay, let's not gossip, I will invite the children of Class 8000 and Class [-] of the second grade to bring you a large-scale performance. [-] cavalry will defeat the enemy."

The master of ceremonies shouted, turned and walked off the stage, at the same time 9 little boys rode bamboo horses under their crotches, brandished wooden knives and swords, and rushed to the stage from beside him shouting.

The leader is a handsome little boy in a small armor, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and lighting up a beautiful portrait on the stage.

At the same time, he read aloud in his mouth.

"Going out of the camp was ordered by the emperor, and rushed thousands of miles to destroy the enemy's camp. Eight thousand sons followed their hearts, and vowed not to return until they destroyed the enemy's army!"

"it is good!"

A simple opening, ushered in loud applause from the crowd.

The parents in the audience have probably figured out that the 8000 iron cavalry broke through the enemy camp. The performance should be the story of the emperor's grandson leading 8000 Daming Erlang to break the Mahamu herdsman's camp, or attack the Mahamu military camp.

After the first child finished his opening speech, the eight children standing behind him stepped forward to measure them one by one.

The first little guy with a thick head and a thick brain said loudly with the big wooden knife in his hand.

"One thousand for me!"

What does it mean that everyone in the audience didn't react?

Then the first little boy stepped forward, "I am a thousand too!"

The people in the audience seemed to understand a little bit.

Then, as they expected, the third little guy stepped forward and twisted his waist.

"I'm still a thousand!"

"Hahaha…"

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter from the audience, and now they understood that these eight little guys are 8000 cavalry.

Sure enough, as they guessed, after the introduction of the eight little guys, a unified one appeared.

"We are 8000 cavalry!"

"Hahaha…"

A burst of laughter suddenly sounded again, and the parents who had a low laugh point even laughed out loud, applauding loudly.

The parents of eight children were both happy and embarrassed.

The happy thing is that my son is not stage fright, but the embarrassing thing is that this brat is really thick-skinned.

After the appearance of the eight little guys, the leading handsome little boy waved the weapon in his hand.

"It's foggy in the early morning, before the enemy is in close combat, eight thousand sons, come forward bravely!"

The eight little boys took a step forward with their bamboo horses in their arms, their little faces tensed and they said loudly.

"Backed with eternal hatred, eager to drink the blood of the enemy, even if there is no king's life, we will go forward bravely!"

"it is good!"

There was a lot of applause below, and Zhu Zhangui also gave warm applause.

Although this small program is still a little immature in the eyes of adults, the lines are also a little out of tune.But for the children, it is already not easy, and this kind of performance can let them take on the role, so that they have a deeper sense of honor and belonging to the Ming Dynasty in their hearts.

"Boys, follow me and vow to break the enemy's camp today!"

After reading a few simple words, Baqian cavalry, led by the handsome little boy, left the field from the other side and began to go through the motions.

Everyone understood that the next step was the enemy's appearance.

"Dang bang bang bang bang..."

With the sound of a small gong, a dozen little guys holding small tile flags, wearing tile costumes, and led by a little chubby, walked to the stage with the audience on their backs.

Everyone understands that this is the Wala people.

Looking at the little Wala who came out, Zhu Zhangui looked at the little chubby guy who was the leader, no matter how he looked, he looked familiar.

It seems to be very similar to my own little boy.

"Wow ya ya ya ya..."

There was the sound of a little opera challenge, and more than a dozen little guys turned around in unison.

Zhu Zhangui took a look, good guy, the leader is indeed his own son.

Looking at the excited little guy in tile clothes, Zhu Zhangui suddenly felt a little itchy, and his expression was a little stiff.

Zhu Zhangui's veteran, who has been paying attention, saw Zhu Zhangui's face change from happy to unnatural, and his heart chugs.

He looked at the little chubby guy who looked somewhat similar to His Highness on the stage, and seemed to understand something.

Good guy, it's exciting to watch now.

His Royal Highness, the son of the emperor's grandson, actually played the role of a Wala.

I have been with veteran Zhu Zhangui, but I know very well that my grandson is very disgusted with grassland people.

Now the son of His Royal Highness the grandson has actually played the role of a Wala. Are the people in the school brain twitching? Isn't this purely wanting to be punished?

"Your Highness, this is just an opera performance, don't think too much!"

Seeing His Royal Highness performing excitedly on the stage, the veteran felt that he should intercede with this little chubby prick.

Otherwise, with His Highness's dark face, this little Highness will definitely be beaten up when he goes back.

Zhu Zhangui nodded with an unnatural expression.

Of course he knew that this was just a performance, but he felt a little awkward looking at his son's appearance.

This reminded him unconsciously of Tang Prince Li Chengqian.

The prince likes role-playing, often playing Turkic tricks, and then overdoing it.

I hope this kid doesn't get into it too deeply, otherwise I can only beat you sober.

Staring at the little guy who was performing excitedly, Zhu Zhangui murmured softly.

"I am the son of Mahamu, Tuoguan. I have nothing to do tonight. I can't sleep. I came out to wander around..."

Little Fatty didn't see his father's expression, he held a wooden mace in his hand, and spoke his lines excitedly.

"Hahaha…"

Little Fatty's naive appearance, coupled with this nonsensical lines, made the parents laugh out loud.

The previous lyrics of the Ming army were very heroic, but when it came to the Wala people, the lyrics were almost the same as those of the street scorpion.

After finishing his lines, Xiao Pangdun led a dozen or so friends behind him, following the musician's performance, dancing funny dances while walking.

That chubby little body, accompanied by rhythmic drumbeats, and the little buttocks kept twisting and turning.

Coupled with the funny expressions on the faces of these little guys, the audience who watched were amused to laugh out loud.

Even the gentlemen who maintained the majesty of the teachers in the viewing platform couldn't help laughing, and almost laughed out several times.

Song Jijiu shook his head even more, and couldn't help feeling happy about his childhood.

"Xianglulu..."

While the little ones were jumping happily, there was a sudden neighing of war horses from behind the stage, followed by killing cries from behind the stage.

The little fat man, who was bouncing around in a circle with a dozen or so friends, suddenly sat on the ground as if he had been frightened all of a sudden.

At this moment, a new little Wala came onto the stage, and said to the little fat man in a panic:

"Your Highness, our camp was attacked by surprise, and many Ming troops came..."

This half-singing, half-talking line, with a little panic, once again caused a burst of laughter from below the stage.

After hearing the report, Little Fatty suddenly stood up from the ground, circling back and forth nervously, and at the same time did not forget to sing the lyrics.

"I'm flustered when the enemy is coming, where is my dear father, my bones are trembling and my legs are weak, I want to go to the latrine right now!"

"Hahaha…"

There was another burst of laughter.

They could see that this performance used the cowardice and weakness of the Oirats to set off the glorious image of the Ming army.

The villain's libretto is all funny and vulgar, the kind that seems brainless and uneducated.The Ming army is an image of all kinds of tall, daring to sacrifice for the country and the people.

And this little chubby performed very well, that kind of cowardly and scared, but unable to flinch, made everyone laugh.

"When the enemy came, I wanted to run away. My wife and children stumbled over my waist, and I wanted to leave alone to run for my life, but my heart was tormented!"

Little Fatty struggled for a long time, wiped his face, and lamented the libretto.

"That's it, that's it..."

Little Pang Dun shook his head and sighed, picked up the mace, and sang loudly.

"The shouts of killing in the camp are so high that I can't bear to escape alone, so I will lay down my life today and feed a hundred catties of flesh and blood to Artemisia annua!"

"Children!"

"Have…"