Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

A small dish of pickled melon, a dish of tempeh, a bowl of white porridge, and a ghost leg (fried dough sticks). The three of them sat around under the pergola in the center of the courtyard to have breakfast.

These pickled cucumbers and fermented soybeans are all pickled and dried by themselves. After drying, they are mixed with fennel, perilla and other seasonings and stir-fried.

Su Baoer Zenglu Zeng chewed the pickled melon, lowered his head and took a sip of the porridge, his eyes flicked back and forth between his brother and the man opposite him, and finally settled on the face of the man opposite him.

"What? Little Bao'er, don't fall in love with me." Hua Jingzhao put down his chopsticks, and unfolded his fan with a bang, his movements were chic.

Su Baoer couldn't help but rolled her eyes, "I just saw the shoe prints on your face, did you sneak into my brother's house again last night?"

Su Qingchi's face was ruthless and desireless.

Hua Jingzhao smirked and shook his fan, "The flower pickers are crazy recently, am I afraid that your brother will be caught by the thief?"

Su Baoer curled her lips and lowered her head to drink the porridge.

Hua Jingzhao put away his fan and touched Su Qingchi's hand, "Qingchi, don't worry, senior brother will take good care of you."

Su Baoer almost spit out a mouthful of porridge, coughed twice, and patted his chest, "Brother Hua, when did you become my brother's senior brother?"

"Hey~" Hua Jingzhao frowned, "Little Baoer, why did you say that? I was also studying opera in Wangjia Village, but I transferred to another troupe when you went there. In this way, I am not your brother. Senior brother, Qingchi, do you think so?"

Seeing Hua Jingzhao touching Su Qingchi's hand so shamelessly, Su Baoer could only roll his eyes.

Su Qingchi brushed off his robe and got up, "I'll go to the West Temple Building to have a look."

Hua Jingzhao wound up like a soft snake, put his arms around Su Qingchi's waist, and put his thin chin on his shoulder, "I'll go with you."

The Xici Building has been full since the day it opened, let's not talk about anything else, just the people who come to Su Qingchi and Hua Jingzhao every day can fill up the Xici Building.

Su Qingchi is not only the landlord and shop owner of the West Temple Building, but also the leader of a small opera troupe exclusive to the West Temple Building, so his status is not unimportant.

Except for the Cuijin troupe under the name of Xicilou, the rest of the troupes are not fixed. On weekdays, they are only used as places for various opera troupes to sing operas. Every day, they only need to hang a sign in front of the Xicilou, indicating that today’s invited Which company's team, how many songs come out of this, the rest is to sit and wait for the money.

This West Temple building is only a place for entertainment, with upstairs and downstairs, and elegant seats in the pool, there are a few waiters in each corner, carrying teapots around every day to add tea and snacks, although the scene of the West Temple building is not considered. The largest, but there are many famous places for tea and snacks here.

Tea ranges from the large bowls of tea that can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys to the rare and expensive tea that is hard to buy, as long as you call it famous, it is available.

The name of dim sum spreads all over the world, including Beijing's special pastries, and Jiangnan's characteristic soup snacks. It is for this dim sum that it attracts many customers every day.

The two slipped around the West Temple Building, and it was almost noon when they came out.

Hua Jingzhao had just sang with someone, but when he came out his mouth was dry, he dragged Su Qingchi into the roadside stall, and ordered two bowls of longan soup.

The stalls on the side of the road are naturally inferior to the Xici Building, with wooden tables and benches, which can rub your sleeves greasy if you don't pay attention.

Although the seasoning of the longan soup made here is rough, it also has a unique taste, which is much more delicious than those in those big restaurants. I ate all the special snacks in the alley.

Hua Jingzhao has always been restless, so after taking two bites, he became dishonest, "Hey, Qingchi, there's nothing wrong with you, I'll take you to a good place."

Su Qingchi didn't raise his head, "What good place can you have?"

Hua Jingzhao looked around, leaned into Su Qingchi's ear and said, "Would you like to go to the place of ecstasy?"

What Hua Jingzhao was referring to was nothing but the Xianggongtang in the Han family Tan area.

In the Xianggong hall, most of them are handsome and handsome actors.

Prostitution was banned in the Qing Dynasty, which led to children of nobles and celebrities becoming obsessed with handsome actors, and some even died of exhaustion due to excessive prostitution of actors, which can be seen from the obsession with actors at that time.

In order to meet the preferences of the world, many opera troupes choose young children to learn opera. They often choose those who are handsome, and make them wash their faces with broth every morning and apply secret medicine ointment to their bodies at night. After three or four months, those young children Tong has fair skin, clear eyebrows, and looks like a woman.

Those Xianggong halls have a small wooden sign outside the door, the book is a certain hall, and lanterns are hung inside the door. The age of the Xianggong inside is roughly between thirteen and twenty, and they are all cultivated through the above-mentioned methods.

There are three most famous actors and ministers in the Qing Dynasty, Li Guiguan and Fang Junguan in the Qianlong period, and Chen Changchun in the Daoguang period. These three have the same title-Mrs. ) won the first prize in the examination, and after Fang Junguan's good friend Zhuang Benchun died of illness, Fang Junguan kept a filial piety for him for a year, doing his best as a wife and concubine.

This kind of friendship with the actor, there are profanity and playfulness, and there are true feelings, it is really difficult to distinguish right from wrong.

Su Qingchi didn't bother to talk to him, and turned to look at Zongjiaoer who was playing outside.

Of the three children, one is braided to the sky, the other is braided to pull a cart, and the other has a shaved shaved face, looking simple, honest and pleasant.

Hua Jingzhao shook his fan, smiled like a fish, and reached out to touch Su Qingchi's thigh under the table, "Qingchi is like this, could it be that he is jealous?"

"If you think it's too long, feel free to stretch your hand further in." Su Qingchi said lightly.

Hua Jingzhao withdrew his hand full of regret, "Oh, Qingchi, sooner or later I will be forced to explode and die by you, oh, oh, I beg for mercy, my wife, don't blame me."

Hua Jingzhao wrinkled his face, saying it was pain rather than mischief.

Hehe smiled, looked up and saw Su Qingchi looking outside, Hua Jingzhao followed his line of sight, "What is Qingchi looking at?"

Two of the three children stood outside the door, one was sitting on the ground, and there was a man in brocade clothes standing in front of him, who seemed to have bumped into a passerby while playing.

Hua Jingzhao looked at the man, he looked upright and handsome, with a refined air.

"Young master, your clothes..." said the boy beside him.

The man looked down at the sugar stains on his robe, and with a smile on his face, he leaned over to help the child on the ground, "It's okay, get up."

After dusting the child off, seeing the child's face about to cry, the man picked up the dusty candied haws on the ground, and said with a smile, "It's a pity about these candied haws, Lu Qing, go and buy some bunches."

Lu Qing had no choice but to say hey, and ran to the side to buy some bunches of candied haws to distribute to the three children.

"Be careful next time you play around." The man reached out and patted the child's head, without any sign of anger.

Lu Qing slumped his shoulders aside, "My young master, how do you go to see Boss Deng like this?"

The man glanced at him, "It's just a set of clothes, you can care about it like this."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Lu Qing shrugged his shoulders, "Except Boss Su, who can persuade you."

"What are you mumbling about?"

"No~" Lu Qing lowered his head and followed up.

Hua Jingzhao waved his fan and looked at Su Qingchi playfully.

"Look at what?" Su Qingchi glanced at him.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Qingchi..."

"What kind of pool is poured, and I still don't pay the bill." Su Qingchi left behind a sentence, picked up his robe and left.

"Hey, well, who asked me to give you, Boss Su, a pocketbook." Hua Jingzhao shook his head, paid the money, and got out of the shop.

The two returned to the house, and Su Baoer had already boiled the water.

An open-air bathroom shed was built with wooden boards in a corner of the yard. Three wooden boards were one person high, one side had a door, and the bottom was paved with stone slabs. A large wooden bucket half a person's height was placed in the bathroom, and a large water tank was placed outside.

This bathroom has always been dedicated to Su Qingchi. On weekdays, Su Baoer only stands by the bathroom, scooping up water from the water tank to take a bath.

Even if Hua Jingzhao lived in, he could only stand outside and take a shower.

There is another story about how Hua Jingzhao lived in Su Qingchi's house.

Su Qingchi terminated the contract with Chunqin Garden on that day, and took Su Baoer to live in the house that had been bought earlier in the North City. On the second day after moving in, he did two drastic things. One was to find a relationship to let Su Baoer Entering a government-run academy, the other thing is to find a good land boundary, and buy a shop facing the street to open a theater.

This theater building has opened, but relying on only one person can't keep up the appearance, so every day after Su Baoer goes to the academy, Su Qingchi walks around, paying attention to the famous actors in the capital, planning to poach other troupes At the corner of the wall, it was at this time that Hua Jingzhao approached Su Qingchi.

This Hua Jingzhao is no ordinary little character in Beijing. Long before Su Qingchi settled down in the capital, this person was already a famous student in the capital. Such a person is Su Qingchi, I didn't even dare to think about it lightly.

If it were someone else, they might not dare to ask for Hua Jingzhao's great Buddha, but who is Su Qingchi?The rabbit had already bumped into a tree stump, there was no reason not to pick it up, the contract was made immediately.

According to Hua Jingzhao's words, Su Qingchi is a master who can scrape two ounces of flesh on the legs of flies, but at the beginning, I really didn't blame Su Qingchi for being stingy. Not much.

But Hua Jingzhao didn't ask for a penny from Su Qingchi, his request was very simple, it was enough to give him a chance to get close to the famous Boss Su, who was sought after by everyone in the capital, and provide him with food and lodging.

When Hua Jingzhao said these words back then, he was shaking a golden silk fan, just like a jade tree facing the wind, how chic and romantic he was.

Su Qingchi hooked the corner of his lower lip, "Deal."

Su Qingchi clears porridge and side dishes with Su Baoer every day, and even one or two meat dishes are definitely paid for by Hua Jingzhao.

Hua Jingzhao made money so that he had no hesitation, so Su Qingchi felt at ease, and Su Baoer and his brother naturally got a lot of money, and the three of them got along like this, and they were very happy.

At this time, Hua Jingzhao was naked, with only a scarf wrapped around his waist, holding a ladle in his hand, scooping up water to take a shower.

Su Qingchi was in the bathroom, and the two were separated by a wooden board.

Su Baoer lay on the stool beside her and practiced calligraphy, watching Hua Jingzhao grope for the gaps in the wooden boards, and circled around his brother's bathroom shed all the time, it was so shameless that it was incomprehensible.

"Be careful my brother hits you." Su Baoer said with her mouth.

Hua Jingzhao shook his fingers, grinning and showing a mouthful of white teeth, "No, your brother is reluctant."

Just as he was talking, a wet towel fell from the sky and slapped him on the face.

Then the door of the bathroom opened, and Su Qingchi changed his clothes and came out. His fair skin was as clear as fat, and the gentle moisture on his body contained a faint fragrance that seemed to be there. It was so alluring. .

Immediately, Hua Jingzhao's lower body lifted up, screaming silently.

"Dirty." Su Baoer muttered, her face flushed.

Earlier, the sky was a bit gloomy, and it was even more cloudy at this time. It seemed that it was going to rain.

Sure enough, not long after, a thunderstorm blew up, the cold wind rolled tightly, and it rained heavily.

Su Baoer lay on the window, watching the rain pouring down from the eaves, "Hey, it's fine during the day." Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he slapped his forehead, "That's bad."

Quickly braved the rain and ran to the shelf on the other side of the yard to hold the jar of sauce.

The rain was heavy and urgent, even if Su Baoer moved quickly, the jar of pickled vegetables also suffered, Su Baoer sighed, it's a pity that this jar of delicious food, I don't know if his brother will scold him when he finds out a meal.

Thinking about it, Su Baoer patted the rainwater off her body, took something to skim off the water in the jar, and wondered if the vegetables in the jar would still be edible if the sun shines a few more times.

While I was busy with work, I heard someone knocking on the door outside the courtyard, thump, thump, and the iron ring buckled the wooden door, making a dull sound.

If Su Baoer's room was not close to the courtyard door, the voice would have been drowned in the pouring rain.

Su Baoer thought she was a shelter from the rain, but she couldn't find the coir raincoat for a while, so she put a wooden basin on it, stepped on the rainwater all over the garden, and ran to open the door.

"Who is it?"

"I'm sorry, it's raining too fast, I really can't find a place to hide from the rain, can you make it easier for me, young master and I..."

"Little Baoer?!"

"Shang...Master Shang?"

The wooden basin above the head fell to the ground with a clang, making a lot of noise.

"what happened?"

The carved door of the main room opened, and a man in white obscene clothes with a jacket over his shoulders came out.

Behind him, the handsome man in the same silk lingerie wrapped his arms around his waist.