I am fish

Zhen Wenjun pondered Ajiao's intention to get her into the troupe.Mr. Liao is romantic and beautiful by nature, so he might go to the house to ask the opera troupe to sing operas to relieve boredom.If you can use this way to get close to Mr. Liao, maybe you can find some useful information.Whether this Mr. Liao is Wei Zizhuo himself, she has the confidence to find out.

On the second day after the troupe settled down, before the roosters even opened their eyes, they were lifted out of the bed by Du Sanniang, and they all rushed to the yard to start practicing.Taking the top down and doing the splits is the basic skill of a serious theater troupe.This Du Sanniang was very strict, unable to bend her waist hard, unable to split her legs violently.The small courtyard was filled with the miserable cries and cries of the girls.

For Zhen Wenjun, who practiced martial arts in the garden of Xie's house secretly from a young age, what Du Sanniang taught was the foundation of the foundation, and everything was at his fingertips.Considering that she is not Alai but Zhen Wenjun now, the basic skills can't be too logical.I had no choice but to imitate the distressed appearance of the girls and pretend to be embarrassed, and was dragged by Du Sanniang for a long time.Du Sanniang saw that she was getting older and felt that her bones were tough and her attacks were more ruthless.Zhen Wenjun stretched his legs, causing her to sweat profusely, and finally got angry and cursed:

"At the age, these legs are harder than rocks! Look how tired I am! Go stretch your own muscles!"

Zhen Wenjun ran to the side alone and slacked off.

After three days, Du Sanniang looked at her differently, and secretly told Uncle Li that she was right. She said that she didn't expect her bones to melt at this age. This child is really a good seed. The silver flower is worth it.

At night, Du Sanniang and Uncle Li took them to the city with the ladies and boys in the class. The girls were shivering after stretching their hamstrings today, and they were beaten by Du Sanniang when they walked slowly. It's easy to scold.When he arrived at Shengyue Tower, Zhen Wenjun saw a huge sign hanging in front of Shengyue Tower, which said the troupe's name "Liaoyuan Troupe" and the repertoire of tonight's performance.Presumably, the troupe set up a stage to perform in the local restaurants and inns with the largest flow of people wherever they went, and then shared the bill with them.But the name of the theater troupe was heard on the first day, Liaoyuan troupe?Master Liao?Isn't this flattery a bit too obvious?

Uncle Li greeted the shopkeeper of Shengyuelou and took the team to the side room in the backyard to dress up, and soon a group of people dressed up and began to go on stage.Naturally, Zhen Wenjun and the new ladies couldn't take the stage yet, they all stayed in the background.Zhen Wenjun quietly hid behind the curtain and looked out while no one was paying attention.The lobby of Shengyue Building and the private seats on the second floor were already full, and after a quick glance, no one who looked like Wei Zizhuo could be seen.

She was investigating carefully when someone patted her on the shoulder and startled her.Turning around, it was Yueniang, the number one in the team.

"What are you looking at?" Yueniang looked at her scrutinizingly.

Zhen Wenjun chuckled, put on an expression that had never seen the market, and said that he was curious about what it looked like in front of the stage, as if it was very beautiful.Yueniang smiled knowingly and said that you will naturally have the opportunity to go up in the future. Du Sanniang doesn't like people being lazy, so go out and help pass some costume scenes, don't let her misunderstand.Zhen Wenjun hurriedly thanked and left.

After the play was over, Zhen Wenjun was busy inside and outside helping to pack things. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Uncle Li handing Du Sanniang a heavy cloth bag.Du Sanniang took it and opened it to take a look, smiling all over her face.She called Zhen Wenjun over and said that a son named Siyue invited Yueniang to have a drink and enjoy the moon, and asked her to serve him.

Zhen Wenjun said hello, and followed Yueniang into the carriage, all the way to a secluded courtyard.This courtyard is lonely and there is no guard at the entrance. I don’t know who bought another courtyard. The dim gauze lamp illuminates the deep courtyard, which has a very sultry scene.

Zhen Wenjun helped Yueniang get out of the car and followed into the courtyard.As soon as that Young Master Siyue saw Yueniang, he came forward to greet her, and directly led him into the house.A sumptuous banquet was prepared in the room, and Zhen Wenjun served food and poured wine at the side. This situation fully confirmed what she was worried about.

This theatrical troupe seems to have worked hard to perform in the rivers and lakes. After nightfall, they all became prostitutes. If any rich son fell in love with them, he would pay them to go out to accompany them at night.

What other way to practice charm can be faster than soaking in this Fengyue Pond?Perhaps in the eyes of Yueshi Ajiao and others, men like this most, and Wei Zizhuo is definitely no exception.

Wanting to understand this, Zhen Wenjun looked at Yueniang carefully.

Yue Niang gave birth to a palm-sized oval face, and her wrists were as pretty as spring peaches. Although she was not the most beautiful among the girls, she was the most charming.Not to mention a man, even if she took a second look, she couldn't help but feel a little rippling in her heart.

Yueniang sat opposite Young Master Siyue with affection, sometimes three parts infatuated and seven parts shy, if she didn't know that Yue Niang has already seen countless people, she almost really thought that Yue Niang really liked this Young Master Siyue.

After a few cups of wine, Young Master Siyue couldn't help holding Yueniang's hand and leading her into the inner room.Fortunately, Yueniang didn't summon her to follow her in, and everyone else stood outside the door of the inner room, waiting to be served at any time. Zhen Wenjun saw that it was a waste of a table of delicacies, so he sat down to eat and drink very happily.Until hearing Yueniang's coquettish moans suddenly, Zhen Wenjun's hand that was tearing the chicken wings paused, almost choking.This Yueniang's coquettish chants and Ajiao are not in the same way at all. Ajiao's hearty heart hits people's hearts directly, but this Yueniang's voice is as loud as life and death, and the wave is higher than the wave. Numbness in the scalp and loss of appetite.

Du Sanniang watched them practice every morning, and in the afternoon, she began to train them in various postures, postures and eyes.

Du Sanniang said that on weekdays I often say that the body should be soft, as soft as boneless is the best.This look is the same, it should be like a stream of spring water, does Chun Shui know?Have you seen the eyes of your sister Yueniang?Just like that, one glance seems to look into your heart and then twist the tender meat, so that those young men with silver are so soft that they are willing to pay for it.This figure and demeanor are just the skin and bones of a person, only the eyes are the soul.

Du Sanniang raised a few pigeons in the yard and asked them to stare at them for two hours a day. Wherever the pigeons flew, their eyes must fall.After watching the pigeons, I have to follow her to learn how to walk. I have to walk slowly like willows supporting the wind, and I am self-sufficient with a smile when I look back.The girls followed suit, and Du Sanniang turned her head to look charming, and they turned their heads too, looking at each other and bursting out laughing.

The Liaoyuan troupe then went to perform in restaurants and inns. The girls who were ordered by the guests were accompanied by new girls. Firstly, they were serving the girls. Like, how to make money.

After going out with Yueniang for a few drinks, Zhen Wenjun is no stranger to Yueniang's style, and can even hear from Yueniang's coquettish chant today whether she is really happy or hastily perfunctory.

After entering the troupe, life is not as good as when it is up for grabs.At the beginning, in order to get a good price, the dental people were attentive and did not worry about food and clothing. After the sale, the situation took a turn for the worse.Du Sanniang is the person who has written her business experience into her bones, and she treats anyone who can make money for her. Yueniang is her living sign, and all good things are sent to Yueniang.The other little ladies who are not yet qualified to be on stage and are still losing money have to practice hard work, and they have no hot food to eat.Zhen Wenjun was hungry for several days before taking a mouthful of noodle soup.It is said to be noodle soup, but it is actually a bowl of batter water with two balls of noodles floating on it.When she was growing up, her stomach was still empty after eating a bowl, and when she was dizzy from hunger, Du Sanniang asked her to go out to the cloth village to get Yueniang's new clothes.

Walking on the road, she couldn't use her legs, and her stomach was rolling and thundering non-stop. She couldn't walk and sat on the side of the road, and took out the steamed cake that had been hidden for a long time and was as hard as a stone.It seems that it was quite wise to hold back and not eat at the beginning, and now I can finally eat to my heart's content.

Zhen Wenjun was about to tear off steamed cakes to fill her stomach, when a burst of shouting and killing suddenly exploded behind her.Instinctively, she bent down to cover the pancake that she hadn't eaten yet and looked back.Seeing that a group of refugees knocked over a steamed stuffed bun shop in the back, the steaming steamed stuffed buns rolled all over the floor, the gang of refugees rushed up and grabbed the steamed stuffed buns and stuffed them into their mouths.The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop was a skinny old man, and no one could stop him. He watched the whole family's hope of making a living fall into the mouths of the refugees, and was so anxious that he burst into tears.

Zhen Wenjun recognized that these refugees were not from the Jixi tribe, but they should be the people of Dayu from their appearance.It's just that the wars and chaos in the calamity year have left countless people displaced and almost starved to death, so there is no need to care about etiquette, justice and shame.

Two buns rolled to Zhen Wenjun's feet, she quickly picked them up, hid them in her sleeves, and hid far away.She came back after the refugees had eaten and cleaned up, and returned the two buns to the old man who had lost his soul.

The old man burst into tears and kept saying thank you to her.When she shook her head and said no thanks, another hand stretched out.

Zhen Wenjun and the old man looked together and saw that it was a refugee child who was half a head shorter than Zhen Wenjun and was so dirty that he couldn't see his facial features clearly.Holding the bun in his hand, he sniffed and said, "Your bun fell." Then he stuffed the bun to the old man and squatted back to the corner.

Zhen Wenjun recognized his accent and went over to ask him:

"Are you from Suichuan?"

"Ah."

"Where are your parents?"

"Go away."

"Why don't you eat that bun?"

"My father said that if you don't ask yourself, you are a thief."

The child was so dirty that he didn't know how long he had been wandering. It was very pitiful to see him shrink into a ball, and the sound of his stomach growling because of hunger could be clearly heard.He is also very hungry.

With a twist of Zhen Wenjun's fingers, the hard steamed cake was cut in half, and she gave half to a refugee child.

The child looked up at her in amazement, never expecting that there are still people willing to give food in today's world.

"Eat it, live, and meet your parents." Zhen Wenjun said.

"Sister! Can you tell me your name!" The child shouted at her leaving back.

Zhen Wenjun did not agree.

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The Liaoyuan troupe performed several times in Taojun City, Yueniang's reputation grew, and more and more people invited them to the troupe.Du Sanniang made a lot of money and was happy.Yueniang practiced during the day, sang songs at night, and served the patrons at midnight. She was so tired that her eyes turned blue and her face shrank.But Yueniang especially listened to Du Sanniang, and she would do whatever Du Sanniang asked her to do. It is said that the two used to be from the same village, and Yueniang's family was poor. When her mother died, she didn't even have enough money to buy a coffin. It was Du Sanniang Dafa kindly paid for her mother to be buried, and then Yueniang followed her around, and she was very obedient.

Zhen Wenjun counted the days, and with Yueniang's reputation in Tao Juncheng, the seemingly sentimental but lecherous Mr. Liao should appear on the stage. It will be about these few days, and she has to make some preparations in advance.

One day when she was cleaning in the backyard, she found two plants of herbs. She saw that no one was paying attention to her, and when she wanted to bend over to pick them by cleaning, a gust of evil wind blew past her ears, bringing a Pepper's voice:

"Do you still recognize me this time?"

Zhen Wenjun turned his head quickly, and saw that everything around him was as usual, everyone's faces had been seen one by one, and no one could recognize Ajiao at all.

It seems that her disguise this time has indeed entered the room, and she feels a little relieved.Ajiao and the others will not let her die, and will not let the face that is very similar to Wei Zizhuo's savior disappear.This is the trump card in the hands of Qingliu's party, and they will definitely follow closely and cherish her, and will not let her die easily.

A few days later, Du Sanniang came back in a hurry, called everyone in the troupe to stand up, and ordered that there would be a very, very important performance tomorrow.If this performance can successfully please the young master, the Liaoyuan class will not have to worry about their livelihood for the next three years.

"Is there such a good thing?" The ladies still didn't quite believe it.

"Do you know Mr. Liao?" Du Sanniang said this with a proud expression as if she was Mr. Liao himself.

Mr. Liao's name was so resounding in Tao Juncheng that almost everyone knew about it. Before Du Sanniang could say a word, she heard the women's screams.

"Young Master Liao spent 1000 taels for us to sing at his house. You all pay attention, perform well and sing well. Don't blame me for not reminding you, this may be the best opportunity in your life."

All the ladies of the troupe rehearsed with all their energy, all of them seemed to be Mr. Liao in high spirits, and some even stayed up all night because of their excitement.

At dusk on the second day, Uncle Li pulled a carriage and took them all the way out of Taojun City. The farther they went, the more desolate they went.They were suspicious, didn't they go to sing a little song for Mr. Liao?How did he come to this wild slope where the birds don't shit?

The carriage shuttled through the mountains and forests, and when the full moon was in the sky, it suddenly became clear to the eyes. In the depths of the forest, there was a high-walled building, four stories high, with a circular courtyard surrounding the front end.This courtyard looks strange from a distance, but when you look closely, it almost frightens a carload of women.It turns out that the courtyard wall is actually made of jade, which is smoother than many women's skin.The hexagons of each floor of the four-story building are embellished with black and blue gemstones, and the overall main frame exudes a faint woody fragrance. Zhen Wenjun didn't know the name of this wood, but after careful observation, he can find that the wood of the building is seamlessly spliced. Traces, taken from a whole tree.She remembered that her mother once mentioned that the former emperor was arrogant and extravagant. He cut down all the tens of thousands of ancient forests in the Suidong Mountains, and transported the entire blueprint golden wood to the capital to build a new Forbidden Garden.All the emperor's living quarters in today's Imperial Palace Forbidden Garden are made of the whole blueprint golden wood.

The courtyard in front of me is not unusual from a distance, but I just think it is a mountain garden of a scholar-bureaucrat. Only when you get close to it can you appreciate the luxury.

He knew that Mr. Liao was rich, but he didn't expect him to be so rich.

Uncle Li drove the carriage to the courtyard, and several troupes in light armor searched the carriage inside and out before dividing into two teams, one continued to guard outside, and the other led the troupe into the courtyard.

Zhen Wenjun did remember correctly that it was winter, but the flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom like spring.The little ladies opened the curtains of the carriage and looked out curiously, and they were secretly amazed when they saw the out-of-season landscaping flowers.As a gardener, Zhen Wenjun knows the price of off-season flowers. What he sees at a glance are not flowers, but piles of gold and silver.Since you have to use a pseudonym and hide your identity, why do you have to live in such a high-profile and luxurious place, attracting attention.Or did he have other plans...

Zhen Wenjun's thoughts turned quickly, and he didn't realize that he had followed the carriage across the circular front yard and turned around the rockery, when he suddenly saw a stage in front of him.Even Du Sanniang, who has been in the rivers and lakes for more than 20 years, has never seen this stage. Boxes are built on the semi-circular and gradually high-rise slopes, as if someone's whole family has been moved here. Collapsing, full of fruits and vegetables from Hu State.Boxes of various heights and angles can face the high stage in the center as long as the curtain is lifted.It seems that listening to music is very important to Mr. Liao, and there are many guests.

Yueniang had never sung on such a high and large stage, she was a little timid, her stomach was cramping and she wanted to go to the latrine.

Mr. Liao and everyone else arrived, Yueniang was still unable to get out of the hut, Du Sanniang was so anxious that she cursed outside:

"I'll let you eat that hairy pancake again, and you'll be miserable for the rest of your life! Now it's all right! Make trouble for me at this time! If you make Mr. Liao unhappy this time, we all have to drink the Northwest Wind!" said After that, Du Sanniang left angrily.

Yueniang was crying in the hut, not knowing whether it was because of unbearable diarrhea or being scolded by Du Sanniang.

Zhen Wenjun changed his mind, found some herbs from his bosom, climbed to the hut and handed them to Yueniang:

"This herbal medicine can stop diarrhea. There is no time to polish it. You can eat it directly."

"Really? How long will it take to stop?" Yueniang's tears washed away the makeup on her face, looking like two riverbeds that were about to dry up.She held the hem of the skirt in one hand and squeezed the herbs in the other, her eyes were full of longing and excitement to see the savior.

"A stick of incense."

"You, what you said is true? How do you know how to use medicine?"

"I grew up on Chumo Mountain with my father since I was a child. When I was sick, my father picked medicine for me. I recognized it after hearing it. Eat it quickly, don't make Du Sanniang impatient."

"Hey!" Yueniang chewed the green grass in the hut, looking like a mule or horse.Zhen Wenjun couldn't help laughing.

After a stick of incense, Yueniang really got better a lot. When she came out, she saw Du Sanniang rushing over, holding a bowl of decoction in her hand.The two walked quickly backstage while talking, and when Zhen Wenjun put away the herbs, another gust of wind came with his words.

"In the middle of the second floor, red silk cloth."

Zhen Wenjun turned around quickly, only Uncle Li and a group of pawns carrying things, still could not find the shadow of Ajiao.But what she said should be referring to the location of the box, which is where Mr. Liao is.

When Yueniang came on stage, the stage fright she had just disappeared in an instant. Once she went on stage, it was like a different person. All the timidity and lethargy were gone, and the opening was the best "Dongxuanzi".The melody of this song is euphemistic, with a good voice and Qu Feng's mood is well grasped, so that Zhen Wenjun, who is hiding under the thick curtain in the backstage, listens attentively.If the songs sung by the theater troupe were not all pornographic songs, she might be fascinated by the song of Yueniang.

There were applause and laughter after the song of "Dongxuanzi", and there were many people listening to the movement.Yueniang changed her clothes and went to sing "Pillowing Trees Together". The scene changed to a set of musical instruments and continued playing.

At this time, night was coming, and Zhen Wenjun quietly opened the curtain to look out. Sure enough, all the boxes on the hillside were full of people, and there were two purple gauze lanterns hanging at the entrance of the box. servant.There were laughter and conversations as the purple light circulated, but the faces of the spectators in the box could not be seen clearly.

Zhen Wenjun looked in the middle of the second floor, and sure enough, there was a large box with two red silk cloth hanging on the left and right. There were three people in the box, vaguely one man and two women.The man sitting in the middle with a light crown and a broad robe is the favorite indulgence of the scholar-bureaucrats nowadays. For a while, Xie Suishan also liked to dress like this.

This person should be Mr. Liao.

Zhen Wenjun is not interested in this person, she only knows that there may be Wei Zizhuo whom she is thinking of in a dark place at the banquet hosted by Mr. Liao tonight.She stood on tiptoe and tried her best to look down, when she was about to find Wei Zizhuo, Mr. Liao stood up from the box and came under the purple gauze lamp.

Zhen Wenjun didn't want to look at him at first, but he was unconsciously attracted the moment he saw his face.The girls were right, this Mr. Liao had a jade face, starry eyes and peach blossom eyes, a natural coquettish appearance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes fluttered. In order to see Yueniang's appearance clearly, he walked out of the box, with one hand behind his back and stared intently.If this idiot is placed on the face of other men, it would be disgusting, but this gentleman is beautiful, fair and fat, and the slender figure looming under the toga is even more eye-catching than ordinary women. Such a beauty How crazy is cute.

Seeing his good looks, Zhen Wenjun was not only secretly amazed, although she had not seen many men, but this one in front of her was clearly different from other men—it turned out that a man could be so beautiful.

In an instant, Zhen Wenjun changed his mind, this Mr. Liao might really be Wei Zizhuo himself.

After the song "Pillowing Together", Zhen Wenjun restrained his emotions, saw Du Sanniang holding Yueniang who had just stepped down, and took her away with a happy face, muttering "good luck, good luck", probably because Yueniang was photographed by Mr. Liao, I'm going to spend the night.

Yueniang never went alone with the night, she needed to find someone to accompany her outside the door, so that she could take care of her in case something happened.A group of young ladies followed her to get a chance to get close to Mr. Liao. She looked back and said:

"Wen Jun, follow me."

"Yes." Zhen Wenjun replied.

The opportunity is here.

If this Mr. Liao was really Wei Zizhuo, he would definitely express something after seeing her face that was exactly the same as the real Zhen Wenjun, and everything would be clear.

Unexpectedly, the reputation of this Mr. Liao's lust is definitely not in vain. Yueniang is pregnant with his eyes and wants to eat the beauty in her arms on the spot. How can there be a chance to take care of others?He didn't look at Zhen Wenjun at all.

As soon as the door was closed, Zhen Wenjun stood at the door holding a handkerchief, staring at the empty corridor, speechless.

Until the middle of the night, Yueniang's voice could still be heard, she was already too tired and sincerely begged for mercy.It's just that she didn't say a code word, Zhen Wenjun knew that the two of them were just violent and there was no danger of their lives, so she stood outside the door.

Until dawn, Zhen Wenjun, who was standing and falling asleep, almost knocked open the door with his head, and Yueniang came out with a tired expression.She leaned weakly in Zhen Wenjun's arms, shaking her head with straight eyes:

"I gave birth to a woman's appearance, and I fell into bed more violently than anyone else. Let's go, let's go, send me back to rest, and bring back half of my life that was given to him."

The two were about to leave when the door suddenly opened, and two slender arms embraced them from behind, unexpectedly wrapping them both in their arms.

"Yueniang and little lady don't worry, I will drive you back in person."

Mr. Liao's voice was delicate and gentle, and it was pleasant to hear. From a very close distance, he could smell the fragrance of dragon flame wood on his body.It seems that he loves this Longyan wood very much, and he does not only have a feather fan as an accessory of Longyan wood.

He is Wei Zizhuo.

There is a voice in Zhen Wenjun's heart telling her that names and manners can be concealed or misleading, only the most intimate smell and personal items are difficult to fake, especially when it is most casual.

Zhen Wenjun didn't pretend to turn his head back on purpose, and nodded slightly after Yueniang agreed, which would allow him to discover his existence without overstepping.

Mr. Liao gently sniffed the fragrance from Yueniang's body, and when he left, his fingers slid across Zhen Wenjun's face intentionally or unintentionally, leaving a touch of warmth.