Chapter 1585 Except for Liyuan, There Is No Such Song [1]

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The Nineteenth World Plane: Just Take a Bite

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I will protect you to sing operas, and you will be the king of Liyuan for me.

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In Beiping in the 1930s of the Republic of China, it was autumn, and the streets hidden in the ancient streets were covered with yellowing autumn leaves in the long autumn days.

All kinds of snacks are placed on the street, hot and smoky, and pedestrians in plain coats are whispering to each other. The vendors yelled, and the guy pulling the rickshaw was wearing a white short-sleeved coat with a faded towel on his shoulder, and was chatting with his colleagues around him while wiping his sweat.

The scorching sun is in the sky, the sun is slowly shining, and the streets of Beiping are still lively today.

A few men in coats were dignified, gentle and approachable.

The man in the light blue washed coat was shaking the literati fan, his expression was excited and he couldn't wait, "Hurry up, if you don't hurry up, someone else will take the place I reserved at Wangqiu Tower~"

"You really heard me right, today is really Shen Wanqing, the character of Liang Shengchun?" The man next to him in a gray coat was dubious.

The man in the light blue coat shook the literati fan and patted the man's head, "Look at what you are asking. If the news is false, how can it cause a sensation in the whole of Beiping? You, please don't do it again." It’s been a while, there is a sign of Shen Wanqing hanging outside the Wangqiu Tower, and today they are singing "The Peony Pavilion", if you go late, there will be no seats!"

He turned his head to look at the people behind him, and said repeatedly: "Hurry up too, don't blame me if there is no seat late."

"Hey, hurry up, hurry up, it's gone if you go late."

Everyone couldn't wait to rush to Wangqiu Tower.

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The bronze mirror was yellowing, and in the room, four or five girls and gentlemen were busy putting on makeup for the corners in front of the bronze mirror.

In one place, the girl in the bronze mirror had eyes as clear as water, eyebrows curled like smoke, and there was a hint of sadness between her brows. Her long eyes hung on the tip of her eyebrows, her face was dyed with a large amount of pink makeup, her brows were frowned and her eyes were lowered, just like the gentleness and sadness of a boudoir girl.

The jade bead Danqing is different from the hair bun, stand up and take a step, the beads and tassels are shaking.

She was dressed in a long white opera dress, with a belt pinned around her waist, hooking her graceful waist. The purple silk thread of taro paste is hooked on the collar, and a few lifelike butterflies bloom on the clothes, and the clouds are lightly draped over the shoulders.

It seems to be imprisoned, but yearning for the sunshine outside the window.

Sad and resentful, the wide sleeves were lightly turned and folded on the wrists. The woman's snow-white fingertips gently pinched a corner of her clothes, her index finger was raised slightly, and her sad eyes slowly fell in the direction where her fingertips lightly pointed.

The woman with two braids beside her approached her in a low voice, and said softly, "Girl, the show is about to begin."

The red lips painted with light-colored rouge are full and slightly parted, and the voice is as clear as a yellow warbler.

"I see."

She stood up, gently pinching the corner of the snow-white clothes with her fingertips, taking small steps slowly, she came behind the curtain, raised her hand and gently lifted the corner.

The first and second floors of Wangqiu Tower were full of high-ranking officials and businessmen from Beiping, and there were no empty seats. There was a stack of melon seeds and a pot of freshly brewed hot tea in front of the table.

She put down the curtain, curled the corners of her lips gently, and walked to the front of the stage.

The sound of pulling strings from behind the stage, accompanied by the suona erhu, the Kunqu tune is gentle and melodious, and a good show has begun!