Promotion Letter for the Chief Executive

Ping An originally thought that no matter what happened in the past, this time Xu Wenmei made it clear that she came back to fight for power.

So Xu Wenmei didn't take the position by herself before, but instead put eunuch Ma on top, which is already surprising enough.But Ping An thought about it, and felt that people might just like to keep a low profile and like to do behind-the-scenes work?There is a horse eunuch in front, which is not eye-catching.

But he soon found out he was wrong.Because after Eunuch Ma took over the Bell and Drum Division, Xu Wenmei disappeared again, as if she had never appeared before.

If eunuch Ma hadn't become the talker of Zhonggusi, and the people around him would still talk about this sudden man from time to time, Ping An might really feel that he was dreaming.

He also secretly asked Eunuch Ma, "Young Supervisor Xu, what's going on?"

Eunuch Ma's reply was, "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask."

Ping An had no choice but to continue to write his playbook in dejection.Speaking of this, I would like to mention that after Eunuch Ma took charge of the Zhonggu Division, Ping An was re-appointed as the script creator of the Zhonggu Division. that grade.

Sure enough, there are people above, and the feeling is different.

But Ping An's heart is also under a lot of pressure.After all, eunuch Ma took care of what bowl to eat, but since he took this position and got so many benefits, he couldn't be as perfunctory as before.So recently, instead of writing anything, he repeatedly read the various playbooks that Eunuch Ma had brought over to learn from them.At least in the end I was able to write the script independently.

Although Xiao Bailong was not sent to the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the end, this person was considered abolished, and Ping An vaguely heard that he was sent to the Huanyi Bureau—that was the only one among the 24 yamen that was not in the imperial city. Institutions do the most menial work, and the errands are all filled by old and retired palace servants.If you go there, you really have no future at all.

The manuscript of "Golden Jade Match" was also found with Xiao Bailong, it seems that he hasn't had time to take it out to seek something for himself.So Ping An studied while making revisions on this basis to create a prototype of the play, and then pondered the words and sentences one by one.

His temper is a little stubborn, if he doesn't do something, he will do his best.So once you get into it, it's quite a waste of sleep and food.By the time he made a general appearance, it was already late autumn, and it had been more than half a year since he entered the palace safely.

"Not bad." Eunuch Ma finished reading the script written by Ping An, and couldn't help nodding his head in admiration. He looked at Ping An with a bit of satisfaction, but also a bit of regret.In Eunuch Ma's view, Ping'an is really too smart. It is something that he has never touched before, but he can learn it in a short period of time.

Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, "You think it's okay. I can't see the good or the bad now."

Eunuch Ma wanted to praise Pingan, so he said, "If you really want someone to check for you, you might as well go to Shaojian Xu. He doesn't like to associate with stupid ordinary people like me, but if you go and ask him for the playbook, it's okay."

"Young Supervisor Xu?" Ping'an was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Eunuch Ma would not let him ask, but he took the initiative to ask himself.But he had to admit that he was indeed very curious.

Eunuch Ma pointed to Xu Wenmei's place to him, "Just take this script and ask him for advice. It's best if he is willing, but if he is not, then just pretend you don't know this person."

"I understand." Ping An saw that eunuch Ma was so afraid of him, what else did he not understand?

So according to Eunuch Ma's instructions, he took the script and found the small courtyard where Xu Wenmei lived.Through the fence, Ping An can clearly see the appearance of the small courtyard. It is a small green brick house, which looks ordinary and nothing special.A row of sweet-scented osmanthus trees are planted in the yard, which are in full bloom this season.Other than that, there is no decoration.

That person with outstanding looks lived in such an inconspicuous place.

"What are you looking at?" Someone suddenly asked behind him.

Ping An was taken aback, and turned his head to look, only to find that the person who spoke was actually the owner of the room.For a moment, he felt embarrassed to be caught, and quickly took out the playbook, "I'm here to visit you. This is the playbook I wrote, please give me your advice."

"You wrote it?" Xu Wenmei looked at him in surprise.I couldn't help but shake my head, but a teenager can actually write a playbook?

However, he still opened it casually and took a look.This look is a bit surprising.The libretto is actually just well-behaved, and there are some superficial mistakes in some places, but Xu Wenmei is attracted by this story.

He just stood there, flipping through the pages one by one, until he finished reading the whole story, then he raised his head with a sense of regret, and his gaze towards Ping An was very different.He asked again, "You wrote this?"

"...Yes." Ping An felt a little guilty.But after thinking about it, the story of Dream of the Red Chamber is certainly not his, but he did write the script word by word.In his era, this should be regarded as a derivative work.The four major masterpieces have passed the authorized protection period, and the creation of derivative works should also be legal.So in the end, he became confident again.

"A golden and jade marriage, a former alliance between wood and stone..." Xu Wenmei suddenly smiled, "It's interesting. Come in with me."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the door, but he probably stood there for too long, and when he suddenly moved, he was a little unsteady and almost fell.Pingan quickly reached out to help, but before his hand reached out, Xu Wenmei had already stood up again.

He glanced at Ping An, "I'm not old yet."

Ping An didn't know that he used to be a famous actor on the stage. He had practiced it. Even if his body is not as flexible as when he was young, he is not comparable to ordinary people, so hearing this sentence is just a little inexplicable.

After entering the room, Xu Wenmei asked Ping An to find a place to sit down, then lowered her head again, and re-read the script in her hand.

This time he watched much slower than before.

After he finished reading all of them, he raised his head to look at Ping An, his expression had returned to his usual laziness, and the look in his eyes that looked at Ping An had changed from the previous surprise to anger that hated iron and steel, "What are you writing?" Stuff? It’s full of mistakes! How dare you ask me for advice? Tell me, who taught you before?”

Ping An was stunned for a moment, touched his nose with a wry smile, "No one taught me, I wrote it by myself."