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An hour ago, the backstage of Chen's troupe.

Fang Yu handed the libretto, which had been revised for the seventh time, to Chen Ling, the harsh troupe owner. He was dressed thinly, had two big dark circles under his eyes, and looked very haggard.

Seeing Chen Ling flipping through the libretto with a sullen face, Fang Yu sighed lightly, turned his head and looked out the window, thinking that he could get a salary this time, right?

In order to avoid those who want to trouble him because of Fuli, he has been living at his aunt's house in the east of the city, but the songbook he wrote with painstaking efforts is always returned, and he has not paid his aunt rent for two months.

The aunt's family is not too rich, so Fang Yu really felt ashamed of eating free food like this, so he put in a lot of effort to write the song book for Chen Ling today.

Whether it's the characters, the dialogue, or the plot of the story, Fang Yu thinks that he has done his best, but when he sees Chen Ling's face getting darker and darker, he knows that his expectations may be in vain again.

Standing like this now is just unwillingness to give up, unwillingness, and unwillingness to admit that all my efforts have been in vain.

In their line of work, it is very difficult to write a name. There are many theatergoers in Zhenyang City, which also makes the competition among the various troupes very serious. There is no new play in two months. If you don't have a signature drama, you will be eliminated soon.

This is a big test for a theater troupe.

Because the update cycle is fast, there is no way to make major adjustments in terms of playing music and clothing, so we can only work hard on the book.

The singing of famous actors is also important, but except for those troupes with a long history and strong financial resources, small troupes have become a competition for singing stories.

Everyone in Zhenyang has seen the world, and the stories in ordinary librettos can't catch their eyes at all, and even a decent libretto, if you join a bad theater troupe, it won't have a bright future, and when you are lucky and write a When the libretto is good and the opera troupe is not bad, for an unknown playwright like Fang Yu, the opera troupe can only buy out his libretto, and it is not enough to be like the kind of big playwright who receives dividends from the opera troupe. .

Just write a good libretto story, as long as there is one, let others know your name!

When Fang Yu came to Zhenyang and started writing the story, he had always had this idea in mind, but several years later, he still didn't write a famous story.

This is the case in their profession, most of them are half-baked, most of them are ruined by bad opera troupes after trying hard to write a good libretto, and most of them are useless after hard work, doing nothing and being poor...

"What have you changed?!" The troupe owner frowned as he looked at Fang Yu's libretto and said in a rough voice.

"It has been changed according to Boss Chen's request..." Fang Yu was a little embarrassed, "What does Boss Chen think needs to be changed?"

The pressure of life made Fang Yu lower his posture, his throat became a little hoarse due to tension and dryness, and his face burned with embarrassment.

He had to bow his head, he really needed a salary to maintain his life in the big city of Zhenyang.

"Forget it, I'll take a look next time, I'll use Du Sheng's libretto first." Chen Ling rolled up the manuscript paper that looked like straw paper in his hand.

Fang Yu's writing is good, but it's not what theatergoers like to watch. What can he do?

The audience doesn't care about your etiquette, morality, and literary talents. They only like to watch what they want to watch, and what they like to watch, they are the king of heaven.

"But..." Fang Yu wanted to say something, but Chen Ling had already handed him the libretto.

"You can show it to other theatrical troupes, but I can tell you that those who go to the theater now really don't like to watch your moral and etiquette stuff, they like it more, um...enthusiastic." Chen Ling thought He came up with a new word and did not make things difficult for Fang Yu.

Fang Yu took the libretto back and bit his lip. He was not reconciled. What he wrote so hard was treated like straw paper, but what could he do?

He has made up his mind countless times to write a more "enthusiastic" libretto, but what he has written is not enough. He has no persistence, no bottom line that he can't write, and all his ideas just want to have a meal , but to write a popular libretto is not a decision, and it is not something that can be written without a bottom line.

Thousands of words, probably can only be explained by saying that I am a waste and I am not suitable for this line of work.

Fang Yu took the pile of straw papers, said goodbye to Chen Ling, and only sighed softly.

No matter what, people need money to live, and Fang Yu always has to think about these things no matter how disheartened he is.

He is going to go home to clean up, and then go to see if there is any physical work, otherwise, if this continues, he may only have to go back to the countryside to teach.

After coming out of the troupe, the sun was not strong at noon, the spring breeze was blowing, and the blue sky was thousands of miles away. Fang Yu didn't want to appreciate it. He had been changing the singing book all night since last night, and went out early today. The ones who walked over have not touched a drop of water until now, and they just feel limp and powerless.

If I go back to the countryside by myself, I don't know if Fuli should go back with me?

Fang Yu looked up at Bikong, thinking about the only thing that could cheer him up now.

Although he didn't practice aura, he was not qualified to make a deed of obedience with Qilin anyway, but Fuli gave him a bracelet made of his own tail hair mixed with wool for Fang Yu to wear, which made him To this day, I still can't forget the joy I felt when I took over the bracelet.

Thinking of Fuli, Fang Yu's dejected face became a little angry, and he lowered his head to touch the dark blue bracelet on his wrist. Fuli said that it was taught by Xie Yingzhou, and it was woven by himself under Xie Yingzhou's guidance. Some places are not smooth and there are small bumps, but this is Fang Yu's treasure.

Fang Yu raised his hand, facing the not so strong sunlight, looking at the faint blue luster in the bracelet that could be faintly seen under the light, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Although he is poor now, but at that time he used all his savings to save Fuli. It was really great, and it was great that Fuli was fine.

In this lonely capital city, that gentle and polite Fuli girl is the reason why Fang Yu feels that he can persevere every time he thinks about it.

Putting down his hands, Fang Yu turned into an alley while thinking about returning to the ceremony, and headed back home.

He really didn't want to go back to the countryside until he really couldn't hold on.

Turning into the alley, Fang Yu didn't walk for a while, when two men with unkind faces suddenly surrounded him, and when he was about to ask, one of the men didn't talk nonsense, and threw a knife at Fang Yu's back neck.

Fang Yu was just a poor scholar with no power to restrain his chickens. In addition, his body was weak and weak at this time, so he couldn't resist such an attack at all, so with just one blow, his eyes rolled over and he fell limply to the ground.

……

In the mansion of Uncle Zhen Guo.

Qin Zhen's second prince, Yin Que, stood in a small pavilion in the lake, looking solemnly at a few mandarin ducks playing in the water not far away. He looked gentle, but at this moment he was absent-minded. Behind him, A middle-aged man in his 40s was whispering orders to a subordinate.

When the subordinate left, Yin Que turned around immediately, and said in a disturbed manner, "Send that poor scholar back, and don't want the Qilin jade certificate."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, but didn't speak.

He is Zhen Ji's younger brother, Zhen Juan, and Yin Que's uncle.

"Father has always loved Sister Ya'er very much, and that unicorn is by Sister Ya'er's side, Father will definitely know." Yin Que frowned and walked up and down, chattering irritably, "Sister Ya'er has been away for so long , The queen must have been watching all the time, you don't understand the queen, she, she is a lunatic, brother Ah Li was driven crazy by her."

Speaking of Changliu Zhufeng, Yin Que only felt that his chest was about to be out of breath. He was really afraid of Changliu Zhufeng. Where did he come from, all he knew was, don't make Chang Liu Zhufeng angry if you make anyone angry.

"Your Highness, please calm down first." Seeing that he was so scared that he was almost out of control, Zhen Juan quickly comforted him.

Yin Que also knew that he was losing his composure, so he turned around and sat on the stone bench in the center of the pavilion, picked up a cup of cold tea on the table, and drank it in one gulp.

Then he sighed again, bit his lips and said, "Sister Ya'er didn't return to the palace for some reason, I deliberately met her face to face several times, but she didn't recognize me, she must have been caused by the queen to lose some memory , Brother Ah Li did the same before."

"Your Highness, this shows that His Highness Ya did not favor anyone in the competition for the crown prince position. This is in your favor."

"But that poor scholar knows Sister Ya'er, if she knows that he was arrested by us because of this kind of thing, she will definitely be angry..."

Hearing this, Zhen Juan couldn't help but also became a little impatient. His nephew was okay in front of outsiders, but in private, he acted coyly, like a woman, not like her aggressive woman. , not like his heroic father, and I don't know who he looks like?

It's just that it's my family after all, so Zhen Juan could only be patient, and then explained, "I won't know, we've erased all traces, even if we suspect us, there is no evidence, Your Highness."

Listening to Zhen Juan's words, Yin Que's brows not only did not relax, but deepened a little.

"And we have the help of Mr. Xia. He just added something to the scholar and let him go back immediately."

"That Luo Jiao? After this incident, you should get rid of them." Hearing that Zhen Juan said that Fang Yu would be released soon, Yin Que was slightly relieved.

No matter what, he doesn't want to confront Yin Ya, but it's not because he likes this sister or respects her so much, but because he is really afraid of Changliu Zhufeng.

There is no one in the palace who is not afraid of the willows chasing the wind.

"I know."

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