Tang Qianyan

The boy took a clean coat, and when he finally found Li Shunming, he was out of breath.

Li Shunming was wearing a cloak of black color and white pattern, standing alone outside the theater building, wondering what he was thinking.

"Grandpa..." The servant asked out of breath, "Why did you come here?"

Li Shunming unbuttoned his cloak and said, "Pick up Boss Tang."

"Got it?" the boy asked while handing over his coat.

Li Shunming nodded, took off his cloak and put on his coat.

"I'll put the cloak back in my room, so you don't have to follow." Li Shunming said.

"Young master, please put it back." The boy wanted to take the cloak as he spoke.

Unexpectedly, Li Shunming held the cloak and did not let go: "No."

Servant: "..."

I won't snatch you!

"Go to the theater to help." Li Shunming said.

The servant hurriedly responded and turned around, before leaving, he told Li Shunming not to forget the lunch time.

The Li family has a fixed time for meals, which is probably one of the early family rules of the Li family, which has been continued in a customary way.

Li Shunming originally sat at the main table to eat, but he really didn't like the guests who kept coming forward to toast, so he casually picked up some food and mixed up his stomach, then hurriedly threw away the bowl and left.

Although Li Shaoyan was helpless, he also turned a blind eye to him. He secretly blamed Li Shaoheng for not teaching Li Shunming well, but he didn't realize that he was pampering Shunming in the same way.

When it was almost Shenshi, the host invited the guests to go to the theater to watch a play.

Li Shunming had arrived long ago, he grabbed melon seeds from the table and wanted to go to the backstage of the theater to find Tang Qianyan, but he had no choice but to back away because there were too many people.

After everyone arrived one after another, they all sat very casually. After all, it was just a theater in a family house, even if it was beautiful, it could not be compared with a regular theater.

After a while, a young servant gave an announcement, and the play began.

The first scene is Tang Qianyan's one-man show, "Si Fan".

There has always been a saying in the Liyuan business: "Men are afraid of running around at night, and women are afraid of thinking about ordinary things."

Because Si Fan plays one person to the end, with a heavy body and changeable postures, it is not easy to respond to the work with a casual attitude, but also to have the subtlety of a boudoir, so the difficulty is not small.

The costumes worn by the performers only took the shape of Buddhist robes, but not their quality. The robes worn by Tangqianyan have water sleeves and skirts, and the clothes are all made of green and white. The word "Buddha" is embroidered in the middle.

Tang Qianyan was originally so handsome that he couldn't tell the difference between male and female, but now he put on a little makeup and powder, and when he came out from the curtain, it made people's eyes shine.

Tang Qianyan made a figure in embarrassment, like a Yingying girl, with peerless elegance, and then said:

The shaved hair is pitiful for Nishi, and the slave sleeps with a Zen lamp...

Si Fan paid attention to the delicate singing in the previous paragraph, and Tang Qianyan sang Xiaobei Xiaochou, who escaped into the Buddhist door and was unwilling to be lonely, vividly, and the audience applauded.

Tang Qianyan was concentrating on singing on the stage, when she raised her eyes, Li Shunming bumped into his eyes abruptly.

"He looks at us, we look at him..."

Li Shunming was crowded in the front row, standing on the side of the stage, with excited eyes, staring at Tang Qianyan intently.

"He is with us, we share him, we are so worried about each other!"

Someone from below shouted, Li Shunming followed suit, and Li Shaoyan who was not far away turned to look at him.

Seeing Tang Qianyan on the stage, she couldn't help worrying that he would offend the master of the Li family, but she didn't have time to take care of it too much. After taking a figure, she sang again: "Enemies, how can we make a marriage, and die in front of the palace of the king of hell. he!"

Li Shunming rolled his eyes, and smiled heartlessly: "A marriage of thousands of miles is bound by a thread, so naturally it is up to me."

In the second half of the play, Si Fan talked about the scene where the little nun made up her mind again, tore up her breasts, and fled down the mountain into the mortal world, which was a test of physical skill.

The slave tore the urn, buried the scriptures, discarded the wooden fish, and discarded the cymbals.

You can't learn from the Rakshasa girl to slay the devil, and you can't learn from the Nanhai Moon Avalokitesvara.

From now on, go away from the Bell and Drum Tower Buddha Hall, go down the mountain to find a young brother, let him beat me, scold me, blame me, and laugh at me.

If you don't want to become a Buddha, you don't want to read Amitabha Prajna Paramita!

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Tang Qianyan was sold into an opera troupe to practice hard since she was a child, and her body posture is excellent. The first scene at the beginning of this scene can sing, read, and play. Everyone enjoyed watching the lively fight and applauded repeatedly.

It was night after the show, and the bustling Li family mansion gradually weakened. Some guests left one after another, and many guests chose to stay in the mansion.At Li Shunzheng's sincere invitation, several members of the troupe also stayed to rest.

Tang Qianyan didn't like to rush on the road at night, so he stayed behind. He held a teacup and sat down to drink it slowly.

Drinking tea is actually a habit in the south of the Yangtze River. Most people in Beiping don’t like tea, but cheese. The Li family lived in Jiangnan several generations ago to do silk business. After moving to the north, they are still used to drinking tea. They also serve guests with tea.

Tangqian Yan likes to be clean and bitter, so naturally she also likes to drink tea.

Rong Fu knocked on the door, came in after hearing the answer, and called out: "Boss."

Tang Qianyan raised her eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Just now, a maid asked me to bring you a post, saying that some masters would like to invite you over for a short talk." Rong Fu handed over an invitation.

Tang Qianyan put down the teacup, took the post and opened it to read.

The invitation was written by hand, with elegant and beautiful fonts, and the sentences were full of praises for my singing. Although the rhetoric was gorgeous and exaggerated, it could be seen that the person who wrote the post knew how to play.

Tang Qianyan originally wanted Rong Fu to refuse, but remembered Zhao Yuhua's advice, hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said, "Rong Fu, come with me."

Rong Fu was surprised at first and then overjoyed, feeling that his boss finally got the hang of it, he responded, got up and opened the door, the night outside was as cold as water, dark and quiet.

Tang Qianyan smoothed the corner of her clothes and said, "Bring me my cloak."

Rong Fu froze, turned his head and said to Tang Qianyan: "Boss, don't you remember that you took the cloak this morning..."

Tang Qianyan was slightly stunned before realizing that there was indeed such a thing, Rong Fu asked again: "Boss, why don't I go find that kid and get the cloak back?"

"No need," Tang Qianyan waved her hand: "Let's go like this."

Rong Fu responded and led the way in front. The two walked through the courtyard, and after reaching the south wing, they continued to walk deep. There was a hall at the far end, which was used for entertainment.

Tang Qianyan saw bright lights inside from a distance, and when he walked to the front of the house, he heard a mess of noise, he frowned, and when Fang wanted to retreat, Rong Fu had already stepped forward and knocked on the door.

It was quiet for a moment, and someone shouted and asked: Who? "

Rong Fu replied: "The villain and Boss Tang."

After a while, the door opened, and a young man with slender eyes and long eyebrows held the door and smiled at them: "Welcome, welcome."

Now that this was the case, Tang Qianyan stopped talking and stepped into the door, her brows frowning even more heavily.

The room was full of alcohol, and there were five young people of similar age drinking and gambling. What's more, there was a scantily clad woman among them. When everyone saw them coming in, they stopped their movements and stared at them.

For a moment, even Rong Fu was at a loss.

The young man with slender eyes and long brows slammed the door, turned to Tang Qianyan and said, "I'm Zhou Cheng, Boss Tang probably doesn't know us, but it's okay, we'll get to know each other after playing."

After all, Zhou Cheng reached out his hand to grab Tang Qianyan, but he didn't want Tang Qianyan to take a step back, so he made nothing.

Zhou Cheng narrowed his eyes, revealing a somewhat dangerous expression.

Tang Qianyan forced herself to speak calmly: "May I ask who drafted that play post?"

It was quiet for a moment, and then one of the five people could hear a disdainful sneer.

Some of these people are cousins ​​of the Zhou family and Lian family, and some are cousins ​​of Li Shaoyan. Except for the direct descendants of Shun, no one can suppress them. Well, they specially entrusted someone to draw up that invitation. They drafted several posts with similar content, and just filled in the first and last name when using it, but it also fooled many people.

Someone who was overweight sneered, "I'm just going to do it for rap and opera."

Tang Qianyan's face paled a little, and she shook her sleeves to leave, but was stopped by Zhou Cheng: "It's rare that Boss Tang took the trouble to come here, wouldn't it be a pity to leave without singing a song?"