Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1500 Yes, he is really Wang Fa

  Emperor Hongzhi's face was ashen.

  The people around them passed by the guards like a torrent.

A rough man yelled: "Hey, hey, sure enough, the government didn't lie to us. They really let us come to the theater. We've only heard of the opera in Beijing, but we haven't actually seen it. Let it go, let it go. Let me, Zhao Er, take a look..."

   Zhao Er seemed very excited.

  The guards were calling for people in the nearby villages.

   When it was said that it was an opera, everyone didn’t believe it at first.

   Some people even think that this may be an opportunity for the government to recruit strong men to do hard labor.

   But when they arrived in Wengcheng, many people became excited when they saw the stage set up.

  The children are the happiest when they shuttle among them.

  Zhao Er was pushing and shoving the people around him, but let his old lady hide behind his body.

  Niang is getting old, but she can't stand such pushing.

  His strong body, like a tower, became his mother's shield.

   "Mother, let's go to the play, there is really a show going on."

  Zhao Er laughed loudly.

  He didn't want to see any play.

I just feel that such a rare thing, my mother has never seen it a few times in her life. There are so many times, it is just that the master in the village invited the grass-stage troupe to sing a few times, just... the farmers also If you can't get close, you can only listen from a distance.

  Even if he listened indistinctly, his old lady was very happy, and thought it was a rare enjoyment, but now...but she can see it close up.

  Emperor Hongzhi frowned when he heard Zhao Er's voice, feeling disgusted.

  Especially Zhao Er's constant yelling gave way and separated the flow of people, so he felt that this man must not be a good man.

   But when he looked carefully, he saw that the man was walking hard while protecting an old woman. He was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't care less about complaining that Fang Jifan really made himself come all the way to the theater.

Suddenly, Emperor Hongzhi smiled, and whispered to Liu Jian and Li Dongyang, who were on the left and right: "Interesting, interesting, there are all kinds of things in the world, there is nothing like this. Jifan asked me to watch a play, and I understand. What he asked me to watch is not Taiwan. It's not an on-stage play, but an off-stage play, you two Qing family, you should take a good look at it, and see the various states of life."

  Liu Jian and Li Dongyang were still at a loss, but they still hurriedly said: "Yes."

   Soon, some guards found a good place for them, which was in a corner, so that the plainclothes guards could just surround His Majesty in the corner for easy protection.

  Fang Jifan still pretended to be close, and only followed Emperor Hongzhi silently.

   More and more people entered the Wengcheng, and it soon became overcrowded.

   But the flow of people is still like a flood.

  Emperor Hongzhi saw that Zhao Er saw more and more people from a distance, but he was anxious, and shouted: "Are you blind, are you blind?"

  Emperor Hongzhi whispered a few words to a guard next to him, the guard understood, hurried to Zhao Er, and said something.

   Zhao Erchao looked at Emperor Hongzhi, and immediately led his wife to Emperor Hongzhi.

  Emperor Hongzhi brought many imperial guards, which had formed a human wall, and it was in a corner, so the place was not crowded.

Zhao Er entered this corner, and a guard brought him a small stool, so Zhao Er placed his mother there, and gratefully came to Emperor Hongzhi, crossed his fists and said, "Thank you, thank you, otherwise...my mother... "

  Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's okay."

  Zhao Er retreated to his mother's side.

  Emperor Hongzhi was sitting on a small stool. Fang Jifan couldn't find a small stool, so he asked someone to find a smooth stone to sit on, next to Emperor Hongzhi.

  Emperor Hongzhi whispered: "Is it really a theater?"

  Fang Jifan said seriously: "Exactly, don't worry, Your Majesty, we will see the result soon."

  Emperor Hongzhi calmed down and was a little more patient than before.

  Liu Jian and Li Dongyang were still unaware of the situation, looking around thoughtfully.

   There are more and more people being treated, and the small urn city can accommodate thousands of people.

  People started clamoring: "Didn't you mean to listen to the opera? We have traveled so much, all the way to the city, why the show hasn't started yet, can't it be a lie?"

  Others also clamored.

Fang Jifan looked at these people with great interest, and couldn't help thinking of his previous life. When he was young, he listened to operas in the countryside during the slack season. Now that he is here, he feels as if he has passed away. Unknowingly Fang Jifan seemed to hear the local accent of his childhood. It was so noisy and messy at that time. After hundreds of years of time and space, he couldn't tell the truth from the dream.

  Hoo...

  Fang Jifan came back to his senses.

  Looking up, the sky is getting dark.

   Suddenly, the gong sounded.

   The noisy voice stopped abruptly in an instant.

  The people who come here are all people who want to watch a play. In their life, they don't have many opportunities to watch a play.

  They all looked forward to it, with moving heads and eager eyes.

  On the stage, the lights were brightly lit, attracting countless pairs of eyes.

  Kang...Kang...Kang...Kang!

   Gongs and drums sounded together.

  People burst into cheers at this time.

Immediately afterwards, an old man appeared on the stage, wearing a dragon robe, walking steadily, wearing a Tang crown on his head, and sang: "Yeah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah.... I have worked hard, but I have recently heard that corrupt officials have harmed the people, so I don’t know if it is a false accusation, or if there is something wrong with it, if the accusation is false, the person who made the false accusation will definitely be rehabilitated, but what if there is something true?"

The old man paced a few steps on the stage, stroking his fake long beard, with a sad face, then sighed, and sang again: "I love the people like a child, if there is something wrong, even if there is a thousand cuts, it will be hard to get rid of this hatred! ...How to distinguish between the loyal and the traitor, and see clearly? Hey...how...how..."

   Finish singing.

  Xiaosheng came on stage, wearing a boa robe.

   "Father...Father..."

   It turned out that the prince actually appeared on the stage.

  Seeing the 'Prince', the emperor immediately smiled and said, "My son, my son..."

  Their singing voices are not very brilliant, even... a bit inferior.

   This dragon robe and crown is clearly set in the Tang Dynasty.

  But Liu Jian and Li Dongyang suddenly changed their expressions after hearing it.

  Emperor on stage...

   Doesn’t the song sung by the Son of Heaven correspond to the current emperor?

   And this prince... this prince...

  What kind of game is this playing? Fang Jifan is a bitch, he really has the guts of a bear.

  He dared to put the emperor and prince on stage!

  The two looked at each other, and then carefully looked at Emperor Hongzhi.

   Under the light of the fire in the distance, Emperor Hongzhi stretched his neck and watched very seriously, as if he was really just an audience listening attentively.

   Sitting not far away, Zhao Er's mother and son were even more attentive.

  As soon as the singing started, Mother Zhao showed a satisfied smile on her face, she had finally gained some insight, but she seemed afraid of missing something, her cloudy eyes fell on the stage, and she remained motionless.

   Zhao Er was also gradually attracted.

  The audience was quiet, only to hear that the prince on the stage began to invite Ying, imploring his father to allow him to inspect the capital.

   Then, the emperor and the prince stepped down.

  In the second act, Zhou Meng, the head of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, appeared on the stage. The son of the head of the Ministry of Criminal Justice robbed the women in the street.

  People were extremely nervous, thinking that Zhou Meng seemed to be upright and wanted to decisively kill his relatives.

  But I heard Zhou Meng, the chief executive, sing: "I only have one son, how can I put him in jail, let it go, son, has that woman ever been married?"

   "Never."

   "Who is his father?"

   "His father was a blacksmith."

  "If he finds out, he will definitely sue you."

   "Daddy, save me..."

Zhou Meng sang the narration: "If a mere blacksmith wants to sue, it will be a trouble. If he comes to find a girl, what should he do? Yes, the court caught the thief a few days ago. Wouldn’t it be good to make him a thief with one tick? Hahahaha... This is called killing two birds with one stone, killing two birds with one stone... ah..."

  Hearing this, the crowd immediately began to commotion.

  The original silence was suddenly broken.

  The most powerful thing about opera is that there is no one who cares about it, and it is all in vernacular, which everyone can understand and understand.

   What's more, the appearance of a character in it is an intuitive impression for ordinary farmers.

  Someone saw that Zhou Meng sang like this, and his eyes immediately burst into flames, and he gritted his teeth.

  In the next scene, the girl who was robbed started to cry, missing her father, and then learned that her father was taken by the officials, beaten to death, covering her face with long sleeves and crying.

  The son of Zhou Meng triumphantly appeared on the stage, and sang: "I taught you not to obey, but now you still don't? My father is the fifth rank in the dynasty, and Zhier is a blacksmith. It's easy to catch. Wang Fa? My Zhou family is Wang Fa!"

   Before the singing voice fell, all of a sudden, the stage exploded.

  Countless people bared their teeth and cracked their eyes, trembling with anger.

  The person in front yelled: "The dog named Zhou is deceiving people too much."

  Some people even wanted to jump onto the stage, wanting to grab the son of Zhou Meng and beat him up.

   "Big sister, don't be afraid, if he wants to bully you, let him step on me."

   Some even wanted to rush forward to protect the girl.

   There was a lot of voices, and people began to push and push, and the scene became a little chaotic for a while.

  The people are in the play, and the play seems to be in the people again.

  Everyone regards themselves as the father and daughter of the blacksmith, and empathizes with them. Even if these ordinary people have not encountered injustice, why have they never encountered helpless things?

  Fortunately, the theater troupe had made preparations long ago, and deliberately set up the stage a lot higher, more than a foot high, so excited people would naturally be unable to stand up for a while.

  …

  Emperor Hongzhi stared at the people on the stage, and he started to be in a trance.

  Deep in my heart, there seemed to be a flame burning blazingly.

  This mere master dares to call himself Wang Fa. If he is Wang Fa, what am I?

   At this point, Emperor Hongzhi burst out with blue veins on his forehead.

  Not far away, Zhao Er, a man like an iron tower, suddenly covered his face and burst into tears, chattering endlessly: "This dog, dog..."

  …

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  (end of this chapter)