professional mom

Afraid of your death, little brat.

Xu Ze glared at him and said, "It's time to rest."

Being stared at for no reason, Shao Yichen was not angry, instead he pestered Xu Ze and said, "Daddy, can I sleep with you?"

???

"You have a fever?" Xu Ze asked.

"I'm not used to it here, how about sleeping with you for two days?" Shao Yichen said with a smile, the little daddy probably wouldn't reject him, "You are my little daddy, so we should sleep together?"

Xu Ze looked him up and down, and closed the door directly, pretending he didn't hear anything.

In fact, his heart was beating so fast, it always felt like Shao Yichen was very different.

Hearing Shao Yichen chuckle, he didn't bother.

Xu Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

"System, Shao Yichen is so clingy to me, is it normal?"

The electronic voice of the system still had no emotion: "Normal, you are his male mother."

Xu Ze nodded, that's good, otherwise it will always feel weird.

The theater will reopen soon.

This time Liyuan is more popular than before, especially Xu Ze's show, not to mention the full seats, and there are even people who are willing to buy tickets at high prices and spend a lot of money for Xu Ze.

They just wanted to see how powerful Xu Ze was.

Meng Wenru and Master Feng were very happy, because at the beginning they worked hard to promote Xu Ze, but now no matter what the show is, they will reserve a seat for the two of them, not to mention the beauty.

How many people want to follow the two of them into the door and watch the show.

But they are hard to get a ticket, and someone else will take advantage of it. Some small theater troupes have found all connections to come to listen to the opera, and after [-] to [-]% of their studies, they even go to play the gongs themselves.

The female general of the Yang family who sang the copycat version actually made a lot of money.

At first, only one theater troupe did this. After a few months, there were seven or eight female generals of the Yang family in the entire capital.

Let the reputation of this play plummet.

Today, leader Li deliberately dragged Xu Ze to watch someone else's play.

Although it was winter, the place below was full of people, obviously very lively.

Xu Ze frowned the whole time, the female generals of the other family's Yang family were simply impatient.

Play the heroic Mu Guiying as a delicate young lady.

How can such a lady go to the battlefield?

Just like that, there are still many viewers fascinated by it.

Leader Li clicked his tongue twice: "It's completely incomparable with our family's."

But Team Leader Li changed his mind and said, "That's okay, who made it so difficult to buy tickets for our family."

This is a bit smug, but at the same time unhappy.

Seeing Xu Ze frowning all the time, Team Leader Li asked, "Ze Ze, don't be angry, they can't draw tigers like anti-dogs, and their acting is not even half as good as yours."

Xu Ze said, "I'm not angry, I just don't want them to spoil the play."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people from the troupe next to him happened to hear it, and said with a sneer, "Our troupe is already the best imitator. If you have the ability, go and listen to Xu Ze's singing."

At this level, is it the most imitated?

Xu Ze turned his head slightly, making the troupe stunned for a moment.

This person is too good-looking.

"The only imitation is the libretto, the form and spirit, but the difference is too much."

Xu Ze said lightly.

Many fanciers also looked over and said, "It's not bad."

"Yeah, if you don't like it, just listen to the original version."

"If you have the ability, why don't you sing?" The guy said immediately when he saw many people speaking for him.

Xu Ze pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but Team Leader Li said, "Ze Ze, show them something!"

Yo, can you really sing?

The people on the stage were not happy anymore, so they booed him to try.

Some people also suspected that this person was called Ze Ze, could it be Xu Ze?

Someone immediately refuted, how could it be possible.

Seeing how feminine this young man is, how could he play Mu Guiying.

Xu Ze looked helplessly at Team Leader Li, and could only stand up: "I don't think I'm ugly anymore. If you want to, you can go to Liyuan to ask for advice. I believe they will not refuse."

"What you said is simple, who would teach others how to look after themselves!" The troupe immediately retorted.

Even Leader Li opened his eyes wide.

Does Xu Ze really want to teach them?

Xu Ze said lightly: "Go and try, what if it works."

As he said that, he left directly from here, Team Leader Li quickly followed up and said, "Zeze, what did you mean just now?"

"It means, boss, do you want to make money?" Xu Ze said with a smile, the expression on his face was unpredictable.

"How to make money?"

When they returned to Liyuan, Xu Ze warmed up by the fire, and said slowly, "We can teach those opera troupes who want to learn how to sing this opera well, if they want to perform, they have to buy our copyright."

What is copyright?

At some point, Shao Yichen also stood up behind Xu Ze, with his hands on his shoulders, obviously also suspicious.

He wore a black cloak and looked extremely heroic.

Xu Ze said: "The copyright is that the play of the female generals of the Yang family was written by us in Liyuan, so it belongs to us. If anyone wants to act, they must ask us for authorization. They charge them 50 taels of silver a year, and they will return it next year." If you want to act, continue to pay 50 taels, otherwise you will not be allowed to act in our original play."

When Xu Ze explained clearly, let alone Team Leader Li, even Shao Yichen looked at him in surprise.

How could Xu Ze be so smart to come up with such a way.

Anyway, their tickets are in short supply, so it's better to teach others, they still have extra income.

Leader Li said again: "Then what should we do after they have learned it?"

"Don't we have new plays? We are the most genuine ones, so we can sing worse than them?" Xu Ze said to himself, "I dare say that there is no one in the whole capital who can sing better than me."

He has learned the methods of many famous masters, how can he not compare with the people here?

Leader Li hesitated for a moment, but still said: "You wrote this play! Of course you are the one who decides."

Xu Ze shook his head: "I didn't write it. I'm going to donate all the income from the copyright to the temple. It's a blessing."

This matter was finalized quickly, and there should be a troupe coming to learn this play soon.

Shao Yichen stared closely at Xu Ze, trying to see more from him.

Why can he be so selfless?

Teach others to sing and donate money to the temple.

He is obviously not very rich, so is he willing to do this?

Shao Yichen hugged Xu Ze and said, "Daddy, you can't be so nice to them."

Seeing that the cheap son hugged him again.

Xu Ze said helplessly: "When we were the poorest, Liyuan was willing to help us, so let's take it as a reward."

He is still writing new plays.

The female generals of the Yang family have been singing for several months, and if others don't bother him, he will get annoyed first.

When those troupes learn this play, they'll come up with a new one!

Are you afraid that no one will come?

Seeing Xu Ze's serious writing, Shao Yichen leaned on his shoulder: "Daddy, can I sleep with you?"

"not good."

Shao Yichen would say this every day when he came over.

Xu Ze was almost used to it.

Seeing that it was winter again, Xu Ze calculated that he had been here for a full year.

Shao Yichen is not tired of saying this every day.

In a year's time, Shao Yichen's stature has grown a lot, he put his arms around Xu Ze from behind, and actually hugged him completely in his arms.

"On the moon in the gauze cabinet, hooked into the room with fragrant shoulders, not caring about the chaotic temples, and the red silk being tossed in waves."

Shao Yichen suddenly read a few words, pointing to the script written by Xu Ze: "What do you mean, daddy?"

Xu Ze pushed Shao Yichen away: "You are still young, you don't understand."

Now that Shao Yichen is over seventeen, and he already had someone in his heart, there is nothing he doesn't understand.

It was just to ask him on purpose.

But in Xu Ze's eyes, Shao Yichen was still a child, so he quickly put away the jokes, and he couldn't write The Story of the West Chamber in front of the child.

He just forgot about it for a moment.

Shao Yichen's memory was good, and he read again: "Drip yo powder and sweat like beads, dream souls fly up to Chu's balcony."

Speaking of which, Shao Yichen lightly pinched Xu Ze's soft waist: "Little Daddy, how could you do such a thing."

Obscenity, how did he think of it.

"I saw it before, good son, don't read it." Xu Ze blushed.

It doesn't matter if you write the little yellow book by yourself, it's still read out!

Shame report.

Shao Yichen paused for a moment when his son yelled, and said softly: "Little Daddy knows a lot."

Originally, there was a charcoal fire burning in the room, and Xu Ze's face was embarrassing, and he inevitably sweated a little.

Shao Yichen deliberately said: "Little daddy is also sweaty like beads, isn't he?"

It was snowing heavily outside, and the two of them were sweating a little in the room, Xu Ze quickly pushed him away: "Don't you need to be busy with business?"

"It's cold and freezing, so there's no business to be busy with." Shao Yichen said casually, and looked at the tree branches outside the window being crushed by the snow, and immediately summoned Zhao Da, and whispered a few words in his ear.

After a while, Zhao Da and Zhao Er hurried in, with embarrassment on their faces: "Your Majesty, Mr. Xu, the snow is too heavy, and the room where your Majesty always lives has collapsed under the weight of snow."

"How could this be?"

Before Xu Ze could speak, Shao Yichen stood up first: "Can people still live?"

"Definitely not." Zhao Er said immediately.

Shao Yichen looked at Xu Ze in embarrassment: "Is there any other room I can live in?"

"There is no charcoal fire in the other houses. It's too cold. You can go back to the Hou's Mansion." Xu Ze said casually, but he was a little puzzled, why did the good house suddenly collapse.

Shao Yichen nodded helplessly, and sneezed as soon as he put on the cloak.

Xu Ze turned his head quickly, saw that the snow outside was still heavy, and it was already dark, he hesitated for a moment: "I'll ask the head teacher if I can make room for you. I won't leave until it's too late."

"Forget it, I don't like living with other people." After finishing speaking, Shao Yichen said again, "Except for being with my little dad."

This made Xu Ze a little tangled up. His bed was big enough, but it was weird to sleep with his cheap son.

Zhao Da hurriedly said: "Young master Xu, you can just let the prince stay here for a night. If the prince is sick, what should we do? It's not good to go back now in such a cold day."

Zhao Erlian echoed, making Xu Ze a little helpless, he waved his hand: "Okay."

After talking, Xu Ze asked someone to cook some ginger soup, and said to Shao Yichen, "I know you don't like the taste of ginger, but you're already sneezing, so you'd better have some."

Shao Yichen's face that was originally secretly happy suddenly changed color.

Ginger soup, the thing he hates the most, bar none!

Is this the price of sleeping with daddy? !