Reborn Bastard Supreme

"How does Aunt Qiu react? How does father react?"

"My lord is not happy after hearing this. I haven't been to Aunt Qiu's place for a long time. Aunt Qiu doesn't seem to be unhappy. On the contrary, after hearing this, the new princess went to see Aunt Qiu several times."

Thinking that this might be Gu Wenmian's last daughter, Gu Zhisu sneered, his expression became more indifferent, and he stepped into the secret path: "Go and prepare a gift, and hand it to Aunt Qiu, after all Aunt Qiu and Our relationship is not bad, and we can't let others catch it."

Lianzhu watched the secret door close in front of her, immediately bowed and said: "Yes, young master."

Gu Zhisu left for a few months, and after returning to the Ming capital, he found that the Rong'an Theater seemed to be unable to feel the passage of time, and it was still a fiery scene.

Nowadays, the matter of using gold, silver and jade to make invitations is still carried out under Murong Yi's guidance, and because of this, it is expensive and secretive. As a backer, Mr. Zhongyi can be regarded as earning a lot of money--thinking of the original intention of establishing this Rong'an Theater, one is to find opportunities to kill the prince, and the other is to expand the role of these actors on these dignitaries. They have basically succeeded, and Rong'an Theater has also become very popular. According to Murong Yi's opinion a few days ago, he also wants to open other theaters outside Daqi, and also perform Western operas in Rong'an Theater——Gu Zhisu looked at his cup The yellow buds that were slowly floating in the middle of the room, just took a sip when she saw the girl sitting next to her wearing a thin crimson shirt, suddenly jumped up, regardless of whether she would let people outside see her when she walked in front of the bead curtain Looking at his face, he opened his eyes wide and sighed: "This play is really interesting. We don't have it in southern Xinjiang, even in the city!"

After finishing the words, a light flashed in her eyes, she turned around abruptly, stared at Gu Zhisu, walked quickly to his side, clasped the handle of the chair with one hand, and almost moved close to his face, apparently because of too much light. I was so excited that I didn't even care about male and female defense: "I heard that you wrote this, didn't you?"

It's just a playbook, and now I can think of it, the only person involved in the death of the prince is the queen, it's useless to cover up this matter, and it's not important, so Gu Zhisu heard the words , nodded immediately and admitted: "It is indeed written by me. This kind of play is called Western opera, and it is very rare. You should have never seen it."

Speaking of this, he saw the strong curiosity on the girl's face, and he added a sentence slowly with a smile on the corner of his lips.

"If you think you look good and want to play a show, just watch a few more scenes and recommend yourself to the class master. You are so good-looking, and you are a girl of sixteen or seventeen. The class master is short of people these days. You want an actor like this to come on stage."

The people in southern Xinjiang have kept envoys from generation to generation, because they have never obeyed the rules, and they are not afraid of other people's eyes. They really have no grievances about the third-rate actors, not to mention the girls are beautiful and young. Mingdu has never shown her face before. If she is an actor and let others take it lightly, there may be a surprise—the girl's face was full of surprise, and she nodded repeatedly: "Really! Then I I'll go to the head of the class in a while! I want to go on stage and act!" Before she finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from outside the bead curtain not far away, with a slow smile: "Don't wait for a while , now the leader is in the background, you can go find him right now."

Gu Zhisu suddenly raised his head, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Wearing a plain white gown, the folding fan in his hand was slowly put away, the visitor was wearing a jade crown and a silver belt, with a smile on his lips and eyebrows, his face was as bright as the moon, when he walked into the room with a low body, it seemed to be able to illuminate the darkness.

When the girl saw him suddenly, a flash of amazement flashed in her eyes, and then she became vigilant, subconsciously turned towards Gu Zhisu's direction, and after taking a few steps back, she tentatively asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Do you know the class leader?"

"I'm the owner of this theater, so I know the head of the show." The visitor's lips curled up slightly, and he pointed his head with a folding fan. Sitting in front of the stage, the rich man who was watching the play with frown said, "If you don't go, you will be in a while." The boss is gone, I can't help you anymore."

Gu Zhisu saw that the girl was both worried and eagerly looking forward, so he raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder, and said softly with a smile, "Go, he is indeed the master of this place, and he won't lie to you."

The young man in white watched her run out quickly, not to mention the strides, without even covering his face, he didn't care at all, he was a woman who wanted to be reserved, a dark light flashed in his eyes, he turned his head to look at Gu Zhi Su, but a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Where did you find this little beauty, and you are not afraid that the fifth prince will be jealous?"

"I just came back from southern Xinjiang, and it is thanks to the Fifth Prince that I can bring this person back." Gu Zhisu saw him sitting beside him, raised his hand to pour him a cup of tea, and then slowly pushed him over, with the corners of his eyes and brows bristling. Full of smiles, "What kind of vinegar does he drink, his own vinegar?"

Murong Yi took the teacup, opened the folding fan and fanned it, she was startled when she heard this, and then looked outside the bead curtain: "If you say that, this woman's identity is not simple."

Gu Zhisu glanced at him: "I left the Qilin Golden Lock to Chang'an, I'm really sorry, I can't return it to you right now."

Murong Yi shook his head: "It's okay, I'm in the city of Ming, and I know my identity, not to mention the current situation, it's too late for them to curry favor with me, and no one will provoke me."

"It is precisely because of this time that you have to be more careful. Don't take it lightly." Seeing that he changed the subject, Gu Zhisu didn't want to ask, and when he lowered his head and drank tea, he made up for it slowly. One sentence, "The girl is the saint of Southern Xinjiang. She doesn't have much martial arts, but she is good at poisoning. She will stay in the theater from now on. Now I know you. If someone wants to poison you, she will be able to save you." .”

Murong Yi was drinking tea when he heard him say something suddenly, almost spit out the tea, stared at him with wide eyes, it took a long time to realize his intention, and said in a low voice with a half smile: "You intentionally She lured me here, and deliberately let me meet her, so that she can protect me."

Gu Zhisu raised his eyebrows, with a faint smile on his face: "This is to repay the kindness you lent me the golden lock, don't think too much about it."

"Okay, okay, I don't want to think too much." Murong said that he had already made up his mind, not to mention that the girl who came down the stairs just now started talking with the troupe master who was sitting in front of the stage, and seeing the satisfied expression of the troupe master, he knew The girl stayed here, thinking of Gu Zhisu's tortuous thoughts, if she didn't agree to what would happen to him, Murong Yi could only spread her hands and tapped her shoulder with a folding fan, "Let's go to the theater, Mr. Gu, I wrote a new play when you left."

Gu Zhisu stood up and walked slowly behind the bead curtain, where people outside couldn't see the shadow, and looked down the stage, until he saw the emperor in dragon robe, who was walking on the stage with the eunuch on his back At that time, his eyes could not help but slightly changed and asked in a low voice: "What's the name of this play?"

Murong Yi also silently followed him when he moved forward. He is the superficially big boss of Rong'an Theater, so he is not at all afraid that someone will see him inside. Hearing that the folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, a gleam flashed in his eyes He said every word.

"This play is called Duochen."

If it is not Chen, it is actually declining.

The moment he heard this name, a dark light suddenly flashed in Gu Zhisu's dark eyes - Chen Zhe, the emperor.

Take the day, take the pick.

Seize the supreme being in the world, the position that ten thousand people bow down to worship.

He looked down at the stage, the emperor was sitting on the dragon chair, the princes bowed down on the steps, the eunuch brought out snacks, the queen was late, there were many familiar and unfamiliar singing voices, fingers slowly clenched in the sleeves, Suddenly took a deep breath, and smiled silently: "It's really...a good name."

At this moment, the eunuch on the stage hurried forward, presented the snack in his hand, and shouted in a high-pitched and elongated tone: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" "In the dormitory of the Hall of Mental Cultivation in the Inner Garden of the carved beams and painted buildings, the purple-robed eunuch knelt on the ground holding the plate in his hand, watching the emperor in front of him bite after bite, almost eating the plate of dim sum in his hand by stuffing it, scaring him. Somewhat distraught, he began to persuade: "Your spleen and stomach are weak now, these snacks are not easy to digest, you have already eaten three plates, and you really can't eat any more, be careful of the dragon's body, Your Majesty! "

"It's just a few plates of dim sum, yet you won't let me eat them! Be bold!" The emperor was about to tuck down the last bite of dim sum, when he suddenly raised his head, the sunlight shone through the window frame, illuminating him as if he had swollen a circle, Even the eyes were slightly protruding, so frightened that the purple-robed eunuch fell to the ground, looking at the emperor with trembling lips, and the emperor looked at the empty plate in his hand, suddenly showing a look of extreme anger on his face, and raised his finger to point at him outside the door. The guard shouted, "Come here, pull him down!"

The purple-robed eunuch sat on the ground trembling, and watched the two guards step forward, as if they wanted to drag him away, then struggled to raise his hand, stretched it towards the emperor, and shouted: : "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, listen to this old slave. There is something in that snack. You really can't eat it—" Soon the purple-robed eunuch was dragged down, and he couldn't even hear his voice. The commander of the guard army looked at the emperor who leaned on the table and gasped for breath in the sleeping hall. The commander of the imperial guard army slowly raised his head, bowed his hands to salute the emperor, and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Queen! Madam, please see me."

The emperor just ate another plate of dim sum, and the hunger in his belly finally disappeared slowly. He was not in good health, and he ate too much dim sum in one go. His chest was really tight and he couldn't breathe. Angry, he staggered and sat on the chair, and it took a long time to calm down a little. Hearing this, he immediately waved his hands, snorted coldly and waved his sleeves: "No see."