Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

A young opera singer, holding the orchid with both hands skillfully, the sleeve flower is shaking lightly, and the small steps are swaying, the shape is delicate and cute, [the smoke is exhausted, the embroidery thread is thrown away, this spring is as close as last year. ]

With a slender and immature voice, she clasped her fingers in a clever gesture, [Miss~]

[Xiao Lai looks at the Plum Pass, the window makeup remains. ] Su Qingchi wears a light pink theater gown, with orchid fingers.

The little opera singer stepped forward, [Miss~ You are leaning on the side of the Yichun bun. ]

[The cutting is constant, the reasoning is still chaotic, boring for no reason. ] Su Qingchi tossed his water sleeve.

The little opera singer Fen Yuxian flicked her finger between her eyebrows, her eyes rolled, she was exquisite and cute, [Ah, miss, I have ordered Hua Yingyan to take a look at it in spring~]

[Chunxiang. ]

[Miss~]

[Can you tell Hwarang to clean up the mirror? ] Slinging eyes, flowing eyes, blue fingers lightly.

[Already ordered~]

[Take the mirror table and come over. ] Pink cheeks shy.

[Got it~]

Hua Jingzhaofang came back from the outside, and he could hear the strong melody of the theater from afar. When he came in, he saw that Su Qingchi was leading a seven or eight-year-old opera singer into the theater. He had a thin waist and narrow buttocks, and a handsome figure, and a petite and exquisite, The appearance is delicate and pleasing, and when the interest comes, he leans against the gate and looks at it with a smile.

Su Qingchi held the peach blossom incense fan in his hand, picked up a corner of it with one finger, and shook it lightly, followed by a few light steps, and the incense fan flipped lightly.

The movements here are extremely complicated, sleeve shaking, steps, body posture, and singing are the most fancy, and every posture and eye look cannot be practiced overnight.

The little actor followed his master's eyes, not daring to be careless.

This little opera singer was originally the most handsome and talented actor in the troupe of Xici Building. Su Qingchi saw that he was good at singing, so he picked him out. Apart from teaching in the building, he also taught him in his spare time. Today, he was hired He came to the courtyard and taught by hand.

After the play, Su Qingchi handed the fan to the little opera singer, "Show me the action of pulling the fan."

The little opera singer took the incense fan, carefully recalled Su Qingchi's movements and demeanor just now, and did it again. Although his posture and eyes were not as sophisticated as Su Qingchi's, he still had a bit of appearance. It is unavoidable to be a little clumsy when fingering the fan.

Su Qingchi walked behind him, threading the little actor's fingers thinly like threads of embroidery, "This finger has to be trained to be slender and light, and it must not be stiff and artificial."

"And this waist, although it is said to have the attitude of a weak willow supporting the wind, it didn't make you twist like this." Su Qingchi supported the little opera singer's waist with both hands, "It needs to be soft and boneless, but I don't know the truth. Boneless, you are acting like this when you are on the stage, even if you sing well, you will not be able to be a part, people are here to listen to the opera, not to see people coquettish on stage, remember this carefully."

The little actor nodded aggrievedly, turned his head and curled his lips to look at Hua Jingzhao, Hua Jingzhao made a gesture to hit Su Qingchi's ass, the little actor was amused, turned his head, Su Qingchi had already glared at him, so he didn't dare to do it again, bowed his head obediently teachable.

"Look at me now, and do that look again."

The little opera singer came over with a wink as he said, in exchange for Su Qingchi's frowning eyebrows, "Do it again."

The little actor did it several times anxiously, but Su Qingchi's complexion became uglier each time, until later the little actor almost cried, looking at Hua Jingzhao pitifully, Hua Jingzhao only looked at Su Qing Chi smiled with the corner of his mouth hooked.

"Look carefully."

Knowing that Su Qingchi was demonstrating in person, the little opera singer quickly put aside his grievances and watched intently, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Su Qingchi flew over with a glance, shy and astringent, timid and joyful. With one glance, he interpreted the lingering tenderness in a sad and sad way, which made people's heart skip a beat. The desire in his heart grew wildly like a vine, entangled his internal organs Six internal organs.

"Okay, let's do it again now." Su Qingchi closed his eyes, and had already regained the attitude of a strict teacher.

The little opera singer's eyes were dull, his face was flushed, and his breath was disordered.

Su Qingchi was so angry that he said "Don't paint the walls with dung, you don't have to come to my place again in the future" and flung his sleeves into the room.

In the courtyard outside the window, a childish voice came, practicing the play just now over and over again.

Su Qingchi sat on the round pole, holding a celadon tea bowl in his hand, with one hand holding the lid of the cup, shaking his head and blowing lightly a few times, Fang bowed his head and took a sip.

Hua Jingzhao glanced at the little opera singers practicing outside through the water-colored window screen, smiled and shook his head.

Su Qingchi had already changed into the theater robe he had just worn. He was wearing a water-green robe and a snow-green short gown with tight sleeves and light-colored embroidered patterns on the cuffs. There is a jade pendant with a title ring, moon white satin trousers faintly exposed under the robe, and a pair of snail-colored square-toed satin shoes underneath. There is no redundant embroidery decoration, simple and plain.

Between the collar, black fox fur thinly wraps the snow-white neck, making the man as clear and pure as a jade sculpture made of snow.

"Have you calmed down?" Hua Jingzhao asked with a smile.

Su Qingchi raised his eyes and glanced at him, but didn't speak, it seemed that his anger had almost subsided, only a lingering grievance remained.

Hua Jingzhao shook his head and chuckled, "You, luckily you won't be a father in the future."

Su Qingchi gave him a sideways glance, "It's what you're used to every day."

Hua Jingzhao smiled even more, but remained silent.

Seeing his expression like this, Su Qingchi knew what he was thinking as soon as he moved his mind, and said, "I'm talking about those children."

"When did I say you didn't mean those children?"

Su Qingchi was used to Hua Jingzhao's slick tongue, so he ignored him at this time.

Hua Jingzhao drank some tea, carefully sized up the person across from him, turned his head and caught a glimpse of a branch of red plum that he picked off yesterday on the window sill, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

[Ah, sister~ Xiaosheng didn't find that place, but you are here~] After saying that, he shook his sleeves and walked around Su Qingchi for a few steps, which turned out to be a play.

Su Qingchi raised his eyelids lightly, with a smile on his lips, and lowered his head to drink tea.

Hua Jingzhao walked over, and slowly picked up Su Qingchi's sleeve, [It happened to be in the garden, and half a branch of a weeping willow was folded. ]

☆Book☆Incense☆Door☆No.☆

Lift the red plum to Su Qingchi, [Sister~, since you are proficient in poetry and books, why don't you write a poem to appreciate this willow branch? ]

Su Qingchi remained silent, Hua Jingzhao said another sentence, [Sister~ We are so idle, I love you so much. ]

"Brother, Hua..." Su Baoer opened the door and came in, seeing Hua Jingzhao bent over, holding a branch of red plum, he could not help but thump.

Su Qingchi finally couldn't help laughing, and when he saw Su Baoer coming, he smiled and said, "Come here quickly, kick this rascal for me."

Su Baoer laughed out loud, seeing that his brother was in a good mood.

Sitting down, he took a cup of tea before drinking it, Su Baoer pointed out, "What's the name of that little opera singer?"

"What's wrong?" Hua Jingzhao looked up at him.

"He's pretty good-looking. Why has he been practicing there? I just talked to him, but he ignored me."

Hua Jingzhao smiled and said, "I have to ask your brother about that."

Su Qingchi glanced at him, turned around and saw that Su Baoer's gaze was still fixed on Rui Guan'er outside, and said, "What are you doing here today?"

Hearing the sound, Su Baoer looked back and drank the tea in his hand, "It's nothing. The business is busy today, and Shang Chengen didn't have time to take care of me, so he let me take a day off. Jin'er Xiaoyu didn't have any free time either, so I thought Come back after thinking about it.”

After drinking a bowl of tea, Su Baoer wiped his mouth, "I wanted to go and see Brother Shang."

Su Bao'er looked up at his brother, and saw that his brother's face was normal, and said, "But Lu Qing said that Brother Shang went to the Qiu Mansion, and the Miss Qiu family eloped with Master Fan's family earlier, and the two were arrested. So he was locked in the woodshed all the time, and I heard that he was not allowed to eat or drink water."

Su Bao'er sighed, "Miss Qiu is also infatuated. She never bows her head when she says anything, and only asks Master Qiu and Mrs. Qiu to help them. But Young Master Fan flinched. Hearing that Master Fan personally brought people to the Qiu Mansion, he was probably afraid. , so he insisted that it was Qiu Linger who seduced him first, and he agreed to elope with her because of a momentary fascination. A few words put all the responsibility on Miss Qiu. Master Qiu hated and angry, and slapped Miss Qiu on the spot. After that, Miss Qiu was bedridden."

Su Qingchi and Hua Jingzhao just listened without saying a word, Su Qingchi looked down at the clear green tea in his hand, his expression was calm, and he couldn't see anything strange.

"I see, the marriage between the Shang Mansion and the Qiu Mansion can't be married, and the two families have already returned the money in full."

Su Baoer played with the teacup in her hand, and frowned slightly, "Master Qin went to the Shang mansion yesterday, and I saw that Master Shang sent Master Qin away with a smile. Tell me, the Qin family didn't look at Shang Qiu. If the marriage between the two families fails, they will take this opportunity..."

"Okay, now that it's time for dinner, I'll order some dishes. Do Qingchi want some wine? The owner of the Baofulou store told me a few days ago that he had several jars of vintage wine hidden there. How about I go get some?"

Su Baoer knew that she had slipped her words just now, so she kept her mouth shut honestly, and said, "I'll help too."

Not long after, the food was ready, and Rui Guan'er got Su Qingchi's permission to stay and eat together.

It was originally made of flower wine, not intoxicating, so the four people present all ate some, Su Qingchi ate slowly, the jar of wine had bottomed out, and his expression remained unchanged.Su Bao'er, on the other hand, ate a meal of wine in a hurry, and after drinking several sea glasses, her face was already flushed.

"Your name is Rui Guan'er? How old is this year?" Su Bao'er ate two glasses of wine, then pulled Rui Guan'er to ask questions.

It was the first time that Guan'er ate at the same table with his master, so he was unavoidably cautious, seeing Su Baoer asked him, he first looked at the face of the master, and when the master didn't speak, he didn't open his mouth.

Su Bao'er asked several times but didn't get an answer, so she felt bored and lowered her head to eat her own food resentfully.

Rui Guan'er is young, with a good appearance, delicate facial features, and fair skin, probably just practiced opera for a long time, when drinking wine, the hand holding the wine glass is still cocked with little orchid fingers, looking very gratifying.

Seeing that Su Bao'er ignored him, Rui Guan'er felt lost again, so she talked to him.

Seeing that he didn't really hate her, Su Bao'er swept away her depression just now, and took Rui Guan'er's hand instead, and picked a lot of dishes for him.

Rui Guan'er didn't see Su Bao'er's face clearly before, but now he looked at Su Bao'er's face again, and saw that the other party was handsome and treated him like this, so he blushed and pulled out his hand.

Su Baoer wanted to tease him.

"Pa" Su Qingchi put down the chopsticks.

Su Baoer turned her head and met his brother's cold gaze. She couldn't help but let go of Ruiguan'er's hand immediately, bowing her head and not daring to move.

"Try this, come." Hua Jingzhao put some shredded eels into Su Qingchi's bowl, and glanced at Su Baoer.

"You don't want to enter my door again in the future."

"elder brother?"

"Don't call me brother again, I can't afford it." After saying that, he lifted his robe and got up and entered the inner room.

Hua Jingzhao sighed, glanced at Su Baoer reproachfully, turned around and followed into the house.

Su Baoer sat blankly, not knowing where he offended his brother.

Su Qingchi on the other end had already lifted the curtain and came out, and threw a bundle on the ground, which contained all his things. Su Qingchi slapped a few silver notes on the table, and the approximate number was a thousand taels, " Bringing your things and these money, whether you go shopping or drinking flower wine, I have nothing to do with Su Qingchi, and this child, if he is willing to be with you, I will never keep him, Jing Zhao, let him go Find out the deed of sale, and then send these two people out."

Su Bao'er was already in a daze, and Rui Guan'er was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and cried badly.

"Qingchi, why make it like this." Hua Jingzhao gently tugged at Su Qingchi's sleeve.

Su Qingchi sneered, "What the hell have I raised all these years? If I had known that he was such a ruthless person, I would have strangled him to death when I picked him up that day."

"elder brother……"

"When Baiming fell off the cliff, he was still tightly clutching the grasshopper he gave him, but what about him, look at his appearance, heh." Su Qingchi shed tears as he spoke, and raised his head to take a breath Turning around, "Jing Zhao, I don't want to see him again."

"Qingchi..." Hua Jingzhao had never seen Su Qingchi like this.

"Let him go!" Su Qingchi yelled.

Hua Jingzhao picked up the burden and took the bank note, "Xiao Baoer, you should go back first."

Su Bao'er walked out of the courtyard unconsciously, and turned around in a daze, the door of the small courtyard was closed.