The Sword of Fast Time Traveling Xiumei GL

Wu Yue was arguing with someone outside, she didn't know what she was arguing about, she only knew that the voice was getting louder and louder, and later attracted the class leader and two masters, each said a word about the girls under her command, and threw them into the room by their ears .

The people in Nan Huaimu's house are all under the care of an old man surnamed Wang.

Wang Laodan dragged Wu Yue into the room, scolded him all the time, saw Nan Huaimu and Sweet Potato Girl in the room, was so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment, looked at the three of them, but didn't know what happened first. Which one is better to scold.

"You guys, you're good." Wang Laodan pulled out his whip with his hips on his hips, determined to discipline him, but he just touched Wu Yue's half body, and suddenly saw something, pinched Wu Yue's chin to have a look, and said in surprise, "Why is your face swollen?"

When Wu Yue heard this, her face paled instantly, and she faltered and couldn't speak.

"Who hit it?"

Wu Yue frantically turned around in her mind, trying to find someone who could be identified, but she couldn't think of it for a long time, and finally raised her small hand and pointed at Nan Huaimu.

Nan Huaimu was practicing Xinjue, and felt a wave of hatred, so he looked at Wu Yue, looked at her swollen face on the side, saw the faint slap print on it, and said calmly: "This slap must be my hand!" Twice as much as this hand."

These words directly stated that Wu Yue was beaten by a man.

But in fact, even if you don't say it, how can some seasoned actors not see the depth?The slap on the top was extremely powerful, and the direction was uneven, the five fingers almost covered the eyes, and it was obvious from looking at it that it was slapped for fun when it was on Xing's head.

Wang Laodan stared at her coldly for a long time: "Where are you going to sing an opera tomorrow, don't you forget?"

"Yes, I'm going..." Wu Yue touched her swollen face, which was bumpy and bumpy, as if disfigured. Her mind went blank for a moment, and she couldn't answer anything.

"Go to the Ming family." Wang Laodan said for her.

Wu Yue's face turned pale again, she finally came back to her senses, gathered her breath, shed tears in her eyes, said to Wang Laodan, "Master, I will be fine tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Wang Laodan sneered.

Indeed, when he went on stage tomorrow, his face would be covered with white|flour dough, and no one would be able to see clearly that it was swollen by some wild man.She has never taught such methods of fishing in troubled waters.Thinking of this, Wang Laodan was completely disappointed with this apprentice, "Tomorrow will be windy, so you can continue to stay in this small room."

Wu Yue understood Wang Laodan's meaning, and said with trepidation: "Master, I have been preparing for ten years, just for this play!"

"If you don't take good care of yourself, what can I do?" Wang Laodan said coldly, but he was critical of the drama, and he couldn't tolerate the slightest bit of sand in his eyes, "Besides, whoever is not beaten desperately in the audience, this business is also There is no shortage of you."

Wu Yue was so anxious that she couldn't speak, she just knelt down on the ground and grabbed the corner of Wang Laodan's clothes to beg.

Wang Laodan still had work to do, so he didn't have time to chat here, so he casually pointed to Nan Huaimu and said, "You can play Du Liniang tomorrow."

Nan Huaimu opened his eyes and looked at Wang Laodan, seeing that she was not joking, and thinking that she was going to sing for the Ming family, he agreed without any resistance.

Wang Laodan nodded in satisfaction, brushed away Wu Yue's hand and left.

The door of the small house creaked and creaked in the wind. Hearing the sound of stepping on the snow was far away, Wu Yue jumped up, climbed onto the bed, grabbed Nan Huaimu's neck and cursed: "You son of a bitch!" What the hell, did you use any means to take away my role, I am the famous actor, I am Du Liniang!"

This small attack was neither painful nor itchy to Nan Huaimu, she raised her hand and swung Wu Yue away.

Wu Yue fell on the bed, hit her back, lay on her back, sprinkled water, and greeted all Nan Huaimu's family members.

Seeing Wu Yue's appearance, Sweet Potato Girl crouched in the corner and smirked. Wu Yue almost vomited blood when she saw it, and scolded Sweet Potato Girl and Nan Huaimu together.

Sweet Potato Girl was timid, she didn't dare to scold back or step forward to slap her directly, she just dared to run out with her back bent and build a snowman.

Nan Huaimu didn't move at all. After she finished practicing her sword skills, she got out of bed with bare feet, walked around the table a few steps, and found a piece of paper at the foot of the table. On the rotten paper with colorful ink was written She glanced at the songbook of "Resurrection", and memorized Du Liniang's lyrics.Then he took out the reincarnation stone and put it in the palm of his hand to study it.

In the evening, all the young actors practicing kung fu came back. Wang Laodan stood outside the door and asked Nan Huaimu to go out.

The two stood under a dead tree. Wang Laodan asked Nan Huaimu to sing her the play that was going to be performed tomorrow, and Nan Huaimu recited to her a part of the afternoon's results.

Wang Laodan listened to it over and over, and almost covered his ears in front of his face, feeling regretful, why did he point such a person on stage.

"Stop, stop, don't read." Wang Laodan listened to Nan Huaimu's little song, and thought of a neighbor's daughter who went to college a few days ago, who was always reading about Haiyan at the door of the house, saying that she was going to participate in poetry. recital competition.

From Wang Laodan's ears, Nan Huaimu's is not much different from that neighbor's daughter.

Why did this apprentice freeze outside, as if he was frozen stupid.

But in front of Wu Yue, he boasted Haikou down, saying that let this disappointing person come to power.What else can I do now, I have to bite the bullet, Wang Laodan was so angry, he turned his head and left without saying a word, leaving Nan Huaimu still standing by the big tree trunk, immersed in his own drama.

Nan Huaimu was humming to herself, her chirping was really ugly, she walked around the big tree several times, and then she couldn't listen to it anymore, so she stayed outside all night and waved it twice. With the swordsmanship, I feel comfortable in the whole body, and it seems that I will break through again.

On the second day, the troupe master came to pick them up, and took a dozen or so little actors to the Ming family compound.

Nan Huaimu followed at the end and looked ahead, but she didn't see Sweet Potato Girl and Wu Yue, and she didn't know the rest of them well, and it seemed that those people didn't want to talk to her, so Nan Huaimu had to be alone. People remember the libretto and move forward.

All the way to the Ming family compound, there was already laughter inside.

A few years ago, the Ming family gave birth to two young ladies who came back from studying abroad. After they came back, they built a European-style house in a row, chatting with foreigners from all over the world in an incomprehensible language. The roof of the house was made extremely high, and the outside also looked golden. Outside the house, there are two or three flower houses made of glass and crystal, and a large open space. There is a place of white sand behind the open space, which is said to be an artificial beach.

The big house was so beautiful that the little opera singers were all dumbfounded. The troupe master had traveled so many ways, so he had seen the world, but he had never seen such a magnificent western-style building.

Nan Huaimu also looked at it for a while, admiring the size of the house in his heart.This kind of house is also very rare to see in later generations, unless it is extremely rich, or it is used as a tourist attraction, it will have such a look. This house in this era is indeed enough to show the financial resources of the Ming family.

A group of people stood at the door, the black iron gate was slowly opened, and a white-bearded butler came out from inside, and let a few people go in through the side door to change clothes.After entering the side door, he entered a large room with a black lacquer curtain, which was filled with white lacquered wood wardrobes and a row of shining mirrors.

"This is it." The butler said, pointing to the wardrobe, "Chunxi Class has always been great, and the Ming family also intends to cooperate with you for a long time. If the eldest lady is happy, this room will be yours."

The head teacher's thoughts moved slightly: "Miss also listens to the opera?"

The housekeeper nodded: "I don't know what kind of wind is blowing today, the eldest lady came out to chat with foreigners, and said that she wanted to listen to a big show together."

The head teacher was extremely shocked, and asked again: "Is that the young lady who was still in the northwest a few days ago?"

"It's her, it's her." The butler said, "Except for her, who else can afford to be called a young miss." He laughed and said, "The class leader doesn't need to be nervous, as usual."

The class leader stared, nodded repeatedly and agreed.

While the two were talking, there were two more footsteps at the door, accompanied by the girl's lively and clear smile.

"You guys are talking about Sister Mingqian again, I can see her today." There was a girl's smiling voice from the corridor at the door, and the two pairs of small leather shoes took a few more steps on the mahogany floor, pounding, and then Only then did he see the speaker.

Both girls were wearing lace tutu skirts with a bubble shape on the shoulders, one was light yellow and the other was light blue.

The little actors who were putting on make-up heard the sound and looked over. Seeing the two noble and confident girls, they felt a little inferior and did not dare to raise their eyes to take a serious look.

On the contrary, the one in the goose yellow dress was very familiar. After talking with the head teacher for a while, he saw a room full of young actors with heavy make-up. He was very curious. He pulled a shy girl beside him and walked forward, wanting to see these people how to make up.

Nan Huaimu sat at the place closest to the outside, and naturally became the first person to be answered.

The girl asked her what play she was singing, and Nan Huaimu said "The Peony Pavilion", and the girl asked again: "Who are you singing?"

Nan Huaimu said, "Du Liniang."

"Oh, I know this person, a good woman who is constantly fighting to break through the feudal shackles." The girl said, "Since you play her, you must also be a supporter of the new culture. What vernacular books have you read? By the way, Do you know plays, the Shakespeare kind?"

Nan Huaimu put on eyebrows for herself, but felt that it was not enough, so she sprinkled some black powder on it to wipe it away.

Seeing Nan Huaimu ignoring her, the girl in the yellow skirt felt a little indescribable, and said in a bad mood: "Rtalsbe! (God, why are these mortals are complete fools)" After finishing speaking, she glanced at him proudly. Nan Huaimu, the girl in the blue skirt went on to watch other little actors make up.

Nan Huaimu painted on the bright red lips, evenly painted the color, and said slowly and in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I believe in Sword Master."

The girl in the yellow skirt felt that these words seemed to be addressed to her, and turned to look at Nan Huaimu.

But she didn't think that the little actor could understand the English she brought out from Shakespeare's book, so she acquiesced that Nan Huaimu was reciting the libretto, and didn't take this line to heart, continuing to chat with the other two The little actor who can let go has a lively chat.