Xiyao

Ruan Zhi stood under the eaves, the long street at night was covered with thin snow, quiet and lonely.

He was not standing very straight, and his neck seemed to be shrunk from the cold.Looking down at a field, he was so focused that he could see a flower.

Some people have no expression on their faces, and they will show a chilling coldness silently.Some people have no expression on their faces, but they look a little dazed.

Ruan Zhi is obviously the latter.

Not only dumbfounded, but also somewhat inexplicably weak.Wrapped in the most common cotton-padded clothes in this season, she was still as thin as if she would collapse in the wind.

Not far behind him is a theater.

There are hexagonal palace lanterns hanging high, and the carved gates are opening.Before the play started, the gongs and drums moved first, lively and joyful.

The bright lights drove away the long night, and the shadows of red clouds drove away the flying snow.

At the end is a gorgeous and brilliant scene, which is a never-night scene.

Most of the people listening to the play are already seated comfortably.I was eating melon seeds, sipping new tea, talking in twos and threes, just waiting for the good show to begin.

Ruan Zhi, who was still standing outside blowing the cold wind, looked a little strange, quite out of tune with the excitement around him.

Just as he was concentrating on counting a few grains of falling snow on the ground, a yellowed oil-paper umbrella poured over, covering half of his body.

The owner of the umbrella has a frown all the year round, as if someone owed him money with a cold face.

At this moment, the brows were furrowed a little more, frowning enough to kill a fly: "Why don't you go in?"

In the early years, Ruan Zhi regretted more than once that Brother Li had such a handsome and upright appearance, but he was born with such a miserable look.

Chu Jiangli didn't care.

He is just a small catcher with an annual salary of ten taels of silver. He spends all day planning tea, rice, oil and salt, and dealing with quarrels with neighbors.

In this small border town with simple folk customs, all the things that break the sky are just trying to persuade people to fight, so where is the leisure to worry about such elusive things as being too bitter in appearance?

He didn't have Ruan Zhi's longing and yearning for the talented, beautiful and romantic in this drama. He settled down in the secular fireworks, the bustling market, and grew up in a quiet small city step by step, and then grew old.

But people who have been called "Brother Li" by Ruan Zhi for more than ten years will not refuse repeated invitations from Fa Xiao and his best friend.

Although he didn't think the opera was interesting, Chu Jiangli hurried to the theater after he got off patrol, and then his face was half blackened by Ruan Zhi who was standing stupidly in the wind and snow waiting.

When his umbrella was tilted over, Ruan Zhi consciously got under the umbrella, looked at his ugly face, and still said in a good voice, "I'm waiting for Brother Li."

Chu Jiangli was about to be laughed at by him angrily. He didn't understand how a person who knew all the poems and books by heart could be so obsessed with trivial matters in life.

Lazy to spend time explaining to him, the policeman thought that he was too stupid to worry about a fool, and patiently told him: "Next time it snows, go in and wait."

"Oh."

"It's raining too."

"Oh."

The moment he stepped into the theatre, Chu Jiangli thought again that even sunny days are not completely safe, so he sighed resignedly and said, "Forget it, no matter what the day is, you just go in and wait."

Ruan Zhi's answer was submerged in the sound of gongs and drums, he didn't hear it, he only saw that the other party's eyes were very cute and innocent.

Wuyuan is the largest theater in Yuancheng.

The opera troupe came from the outer city a few years ago, and brought the Qiluo Xiangnuan and Dicui Yaohong in those operas into Yuancheng.

The richness and ingenuity of the furnishings are second to none. The melodious and low-pitched singing voice and the complicated and luxurious costumes are the real Langyuan Huaxu that does not exist in Yuancheng.

Even though it was not the first time he entered, Chu Jiangli still felt strongly uncomfortable with the atmosphere of Wuyuan.

As far as he could see, there were thick and colorful scrolls everywhere, so gorgeous that it was even a bit dazzling.

The lingering and low-pitched music in the ear makes people feel more and more vain like falling into the clouds.

Everything is extremely gorgeous and dreamy, but it is too gorgeous, which creates a sense of unreality.

But Ruan Zhi liked it.

In this grotesque world, he showed his composure and composure, and dragged Chu Jiangli around the crowd to find the seat he should sit in.

They arrived really late, as soon as they took their seats, the drums started to beat, thump, thump, thump, like a war drum, the beating made people's blood churn.

Taking advantage of the moment before the play started, Chu Jiangli seized the time to ask Ruan Zhi: "Which one is singing today?"

Ruan Zhi's pupils reflected the curtain slowly opened on the stage, blurred the shattered starlight, and replied softly: ""Poison Killing Bureau"."

A faint flute sounded, so clear that it was even a bit sharp, like a ray of knife light piercing the moon and piercing the clouds, and then there was a heavy knock of the gong.

bang.

The show begins.

The curtain on the stage has been completely pulled back, but there is still a bamboo curtain hanging down to the floor behind it, and only a person can be vaguely seen sitting behind the curtain.

A woman who is extremely dignified just sitting upright.

A beautiful maid in palace attire turned out from both sides, lifted the curtain lightly for her, and then quietly retreated.

She was the only one left on stage.

And only she is needed.

Because she is "Fu Ditang".

The wife of the ancestor Su He Mingmei, the hostess of the Huangming Palace, and the Queen's Royal Highness under one person in the hometown of the birth country.

Because this is "Poison Killing Bureau".

Fu Ditang poisoned his friend Shi Qiyan to death.

"Fu Ditang" was dressed in a dark purple palace dress, with layers of hem winding on the ground like a blooming flower, with water sleeves folded on his bright wrists, his whole person was as graceful and luxurious as a meticulously drawn peony.

With a little begonia flower between her eyebrows and a phoenix crown full of silk, she matched the content of the play, and she really responded to the line "As beautiful as a peach and plum, with a heart like a snake and a scorpion". She opened her mouth slightly and sang the first line of the play.

"Twelve years have passed since Tao Li Fangfei still seems to be flying catkins for no reason.

Even if you once embraced the beauty of the country, once the court thanked you like withered orchids. "

Red Fang beat slowly, Tong Guan whispered, and the people on the stage flicked their sleeves lightly, following the usual routine of opera, and revealed their identities after the opening poem.

"My palace, Fu Ditang, is also a branch of the Yu clan. In the early years, Yujing knew that His Majesty was in danger, and the Suihuo soldiers were in danger for the survival of the emperor. Ten years of wars in the east and west, and traveling to Kyushu. After eight battles, it is gratifying that the kindness is finally fulfilled, Forever."

"I think I read poetry and books when I was young, and I often admire heroes. Unexpectedly——"

When she sang this line, she suddenly flicked her water sleeves again, and the long white sword steadily hit the surface of the flower drum several feet away, with a bang, which shocked all the audience.

However, the people on the stage casually half-covered their faces with their sleeves, opening their mouths to recite every line of the libretto.

"Thousands of miles across the world, if you stare at the heroes, are they wolves, tigers and leopards, and the beasts are crowned with brocade robes, how can they be born one by one, drunk, dreaming of death, wearing green silk, ignoring the side of the road, starving and dying."

A trace of charm follows the opera tune that wraps around the beam like a silk, and the smoke seems to float in the air, making people want to be drunk.

Ruan Zhi has long been fascinated by it, he actually has a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, slender and slender, looking like a dandy who is used to flirting.

But Chu Jiangli, who was familiar with him, knew that the inside was pure and shy soft cotton, a standard embroidered pillow.

Now those slender peach blossom eyes are wide open, round and round, and the focus is even more stupid.

The catcher sitting next to him was bored in a daze. He was not used to the lingering and lingering lingering in the play, and even sang a sarcasm. .

The entanglement of grievances and grievances is basically because you lie to me and I lie to you. Everyone thinks too much, refuses to take a step, and makes a step back.

And he didn't like "Poison Killing Bureau".

He knew that the actor who sang Fu Ditang first suppressed and then praised the ancestors, just to describe the fantasy of heroes and beauties with one heart and one heart.

Then, looking at her sweet dream, it shattered to the ground like a glass cup of drinking wine.

Chu Jiangli hated that graceful and noble woman who was so proud that she never bowed her head in frustration, her face was blank for a moment.

Just like her self-esteem, her self-confidence, and everything she was proud of, all shattered to the ground in a miserable state.

In the play "Poison Killing Bureau", the focus is all on "killing".

Ren Zu's words in his sleep shattered a person's heart, and threw her to the ground like a bag full of love, making her go crazy and fall into madness.

Fu Ditang killed his master Qiyan.

Because she was betrayed.

A kind of double betrayal from her best friend and bedside person that she couldn't bear.

"Fu Ditang" was full of sadness and resentment. After singing "Hate for Life", his waist was folded back, and his sleeves were lifted up like flying, and then lost his strength and fell softly, spreading out on the stage.