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The Qiyuan Stage was re-lit and the curtain was drawn.

The Japanese entered the garden majesticly, as if entering their own back garden. They entered the hall and yelled and drank six times without encountering any objection from the garden owner.

The large phonograph brought from the side hall puts on the opera records, the prelude is very long, the wine tanks in the cellar have been moved out, everyone laughs loudly, the black worker Naniwa takes a sip, and waits for the corner come out.

In the dressing room behind the stage, Xu Hang has already dressed up.Make-up for the show is very particular. Applying powder, drawing eyebrows, tying the head, wearing outfits...it takes one or two hours to go through each item.The temples of copper coins are attached to the forehead, the color of rouge is spread on the corners of the eyes, and the pink and ink are attached to the white skin. It is so beautiful that it is unreal and beautiful.

Xu Hang has never seriously looked at his own makeup. He was forced to do so before, so he wouldn't take a second look at it.Today, however, he was looking at the Linghua mirror carefully for a while, then reached into the lip balm box to dip it in, his upper lip was bright red with a tinge of blood.

It is not only the appearance of the city and the country, but also the body of the sick.

Chanyi stepped forward and combed Xu Hang's long hair with a comb, sighing that it was longer than his hair.

"Chanyi, you go, I will do it myself."

Xu Hang stood up, taking lotus steps slowly, went behind the scenes, took the lacquered gold fan in Chanyi's hand, opened it, and saw a double-pedicled peony on the fan, stroked it with his slender fingers, opened the curtain, and played to the music Speak up and come on stage.

The Japanese whistled.

The first play is "The Drunken Concubine".The ice wheel on the island is just turning, and the jade rabbit is seen, and the jade rabbit has risen eastward again. The ice wheel is far from the island, and the universe is very clear.

Xu Hang can sing all kinds of operas, and he has mastered Peking Opera, Yue Opera, and Kunqu Opera. Speaking of which, Duan Yelin is obviously the favorite to listen to his operas, but he has not heard him sing a few times.

Can't hear it, no chance.

The water sleeves turned over, and Naniwa Kuomiya squinted his eyes and shouted 'yes'.He is familiar with the rules of opera, when to applaud and when to applaud, he understands.It is a pity that such a wonderful actor did not die in the flames of war. If possible, he must take him back to the other side of the ocean, and show him singing and dancing with the geisha.

It's really enjoyable, from the drunken concubine to hearing the dream in the garden, and hearing Su Sanqi's explanation.Soldiers from these neighboring countries were deeply attracted by the mysterious and beautiful Chinese charm. Their eyes were clouded by the smell of alcohol, and they shook their heads. They were grateful for the joy of surviving.

Kuromiya Naniwa threw his own jug onto the stage, and it fell right at Xu Hang's feet: "Good singing, come, try our Japanese sake too, and sing "The Butterfly Lovers" for me after drinking."

Kuromiya Naniwa has been thinking about this play for many years, and the only thing he missed was the last one.

Xu Hang leaned over to pick up the jug, opened the lid, and took a sip. It was not as sweet as Chinese baijiu.Then with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he nodded.

The record was changed, this time it was Yue opera, and the tune was very sad.

Xu Hang on the stage turned into Zhu Yingtai, with miserable eyes, looking into the distance, knelt down on his knees slowly, and pulled out the lacquer fan from his sleeves, like a butterfly with broken wings.

"The voice of the old man forcing the marriage is tight. The big red sedan chair stops in front of the door. Brother Liang goes first for me. How can he wear a wedding dress and go to Ma's house?"

The water in Xipi sped up for a while, Xu Hang trembled slightly, danced the fan in his hand like a butterfly's wings, and nodded slightly forward: "Brother Liang, I will die with you when I grow old, and I will not be merciless if I hold my hand. I will definitely blacken the grave." Next to the stele is a red stele, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten forever, life and death will always follow Liang Shanbo—”

The last cry was high-pitched, extremely loud, and the penetration of the voice was astounding, as if a confession could only be so powerful if it had a small vent.

Kuromiya Naniwa clapped his hands twice, and became distracted.He was just thinking, it would be wonderful if such a man of integrity, dressed in a gorgeous opera robe, sang softly in his arms.

Just as he was thinking this, he sat up straight and wanted to call Xu Hang down, when suddenly he saw the lacquered fan in front of Xu Hang slowly closing, and a black muzzle protruding from his back!

It's an assassination!Kuromiya Naniwa immediately took out the gun in his pocket and raised his hand to shoot a shot. At the same time, he fell down and dodged to the side.

The sounds of the two bullets were intertwined, which seemed extremely abrupt in Qiyuan. Naniwa Kuromiya looked down and saw that the bullet was nailed to his feet, just a little bit, so dangerous.

Xu Hang quickly rolled over, then jumped off the stage, and stood in an open place more than ten steps away from Kuromiya Naniwa.He stretched out his hand, tore off the little emerald crown on his head, and smashed it hard on the ground, with disheveled hair and sharp eyes.

This accident revived the people who listened to the play with peace of mind. Wine glasses were smashed on the ground, tables were overturned, chairs were trampled to pieces, and soldiers picked up their bayonets.At this moment, the Japanese soldiers outside the garden also came in with bayonets on their shoulders, protecting Naniwa Kuromiya, pointing their knives at Xu Hang.

After Kuromiya Naniwa dodged a shot, he looked left and right for a while, and there was no one else behind Xu Hang, and he turned out to be alone.

"Bastard! You dare to do something to me, are you tired of work?" Kuromiya Naniwa raised his eyebrows.

Xu Hang's answer was another shot. This time, Naniwa Kuromiya grabbed a soldier and stood in front of him. After splashing blood all over his face, he threw the soldier away.

At the same time, Xu Hang has also lost his gun.There were only three bullets in his gun, and after these two hits and killing a deserter before, they were all used up.Outnumbered, he understood very well.

In the face of an impossible enemy, there is no need to play any psychological warfare. It is most straightforward to fight hand-to-hand.If it was in the past, this young master Xu with a delicate heart might have carefully calculated and planned carefully, how to use the remaining weapons to defeat the enemy.But today, he doesn't care anymore.

He hadn't expected to survive tonight.

Kuromiya Naniwa was completely annoyed by Xu Hang: "You, you came here to avenge Duan Yelin?!"

Xu Hang looked at Kuromiya Naniwa, and said grimly: "Those who offend me in Hezhou will be punished if they come. Although I think you have dirty Qiyuan, it's a pity... I have no better choice."

Kuromiya Naniwa looked at his thin and pitiful body, and ordered: "Disrespect to the Japanese general. It would be a waste of bullets to kill such a person with a gun! Come on, nail him to the ground with a knife, and I will kill him with a knife. cut him!"

"Yes!"

The Japanese soldiers surrounded Xu Hang, and the gleaming Japanese bayonets pierced people's sights.

A stab came from the back, Xu Hang held it with his bare hands, resisted vigorously, opened the lacquer fan, turned around and cut the throat of the Japanese soldier, and the blood came out several feet high!

The edge of this fan was actually ground with a blade, and it was still a plaything in the hand just now when the tenderness was tossed, and now the murderer is invisible and aggressive.

The Japanese soldier jumped up from the chrysalis, Xu Hang touched the ground, jumped up in the air, and plunged the knife he had snatched into another soldier's chest!

He fought desperately like this, seemingly heroic, but for a moment he looked like a blood man, with blood stains all over his face and body.

Not only that, a lot of bayonets fell on him, left and right, making him stretched left and right, with several knives in his body.

The blood drops from the tip of the knife stained the flowers and trees in Qiyuan red, and soon, Xu Hang showed his defeat.