The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

Otherwise, what is he proud of?

Once the play was sung, everyone present said it was enjoyable, regardless of men and women, they all sighed because of what happened to the characters in the play.

After all, in this world, there are either all kinds of storytelling about wars, or ancient dramas that are nothing new.

Suddenly, a "Female Consort" with great plot tension appeared, which refreshed everyone.

In particular, the people in the barren country are generally not well-educated. Even a child who has just learned to speak can understand the lyrics and singing of this female son-in-law.

Everyone is amazed.

Only the literati of the Four Kingdoms were quite critical.

"It's a good drama, but it just elevates women too high."

"Extremely! A woman should take care of her husband and raise her children at home, what's the point of showing her face outside?"

"Among the ancient books, the ancient sages have left admonitions, only women and villains are difficult to raise."

"Moreover, she disguised herself as a man and won the first prize. It's just nonsense, a bunch of nonsense!"

"Zhao Hao is quite talented in poetry. Although the drama is not bad, it can only be sensationalized."

"We don't have to worry, it's impossible for this kind of drama to spread in our five countries of the Central Plains."

Everyone lowered their voices and whispered.

Unexpectedly, a wine bottle smashed over.

"fart!"

Meng Shengnan jumped up against the case and glared at these literati.

When she was listening to Qu'er and the drama just now, she was upset with what these people said, but she wanted to concentrate on listening to Qu'er, so she ignored them.

But now, listening to these people slandering women here, how can I bear it?

"Women in your country are willing to be vases, that's their business!"

"Our barren country is built with military force. The men all died on the battlefield. The fields are plowed by women, the cloth is woven by women, and the children are brought up by women!"

"Women can hold up half the sky here, and they can go to the battlefield when necessary!"

"You shitty ancient sages, what they said made you limping, but don't even think about restraining the girls of my deserted country!"

"Pooh!"

The words were loud and loud, and the literati from the four countries felt guilty for a while.

There are quite a few people in the deserted country applauding and supporting them. After all, the national conditions of the barren country are here. The women of the five countries in the Central Plains are men's vassals, but the barren country is completely different. At least the performance of the women in the barren country is worthy of these respect.

Seeing that the literati from the four countries were afraid to make a sound, Meng Shengnan gave them a middle finger and sat back in his seat. He smacked his lips and sighed: "I didn't expect that Zhao Hao has improved, and his writing is not a girl. The play is also well written!"

Feng Qianjun on the side smiled and said: "It's really not bad. I heard from my father that the Xinyue Teahouse on the other side is full every day these days, and they all come here for this show."

Meng Shengnan sighed: "It's just a fly in the ointment!"

"Huh? Which point?"

Feng Qianjun was stunned for a moment, because of the plot of "The Female Consort", it was quite cool for a man like him.

Although Meng Shengnan's orientation is a bit strange, he is still a woman after all!

Why does she feel that there is a fly in the ointment?

Meng Shengnan said regretfully: "If I were Feng Suzhen, I would definitely conquer the princess during the wedding night! The most important thing is that the princess won't be able to have children in the future, wouldn't it be good for An An to be a son-in-law?"

Feng Qianjun: "Good guy!"

Other generals' children: "Good guy!"

The more Meng Shengnan thought about it, the more regretful he felt, and subconsciously touched the dagger in his boot: "No! I'll go and persuade Zhao Hao later, this kid is so reasonable, he will definitely consider my opinion as appropriate!"

Feng Qianjun: "Good guy!"

Other generals' children: "Good guy!"

When the crowd was clamoring, everything on the stage was also cleared away, and the people from the Qingyue class followed Zhao Hao's instructions, carrying a plaque covered with red silk and hanging it on the stage.

Zhao Hao left his seat, trotted all the way to Jiang Zheng, and said with a smile, "Father! Can you cut the ribbon for me?"

Ribbon cutting?

Jiang Zheng glanced at him and knew that this kid would not give up any chance to take advantage.

In the whole of Kyoto, there has never been a store that cut the ribbon by himself.

It is such a prestigious event for the emperor to cut the ribbon. As long as the Qingyue class continues to operate without risking death, the future business will definitely not be bad.

He looked at Zhao Hao with great interest: "Have I ever said to cut the ribbon for you?"

"Isn't this the atmosphere here?"

Zhao Hao scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, and quickly added: "If you don't want to cut it, I can't make things difficult for you, so I have to ask my grandpa to do it for me!"

As he spoke, he looked at Zhao Dingbian who was next to him, causing the latter to stare at him.

Jiang Zheng stood up helplessly: "That's all! I'll let you kid take advantage once!"

After finishing speaking, he took the scissors and stood up, and with the support of Eunuch Cao, he slowly stepped onto the stage.

This time Zhao Hao made a big face in the literary world of Huangguo, so it would be better to push the boat along the way and make the Qingyue class the face of the literary circle of Huangguo.

Can opera be on the Hall of Elegance?

As long as the common people like to hear and see, who are those sour literati?

Jiang Zheng had expected that Zhao Hao's words and plays today would definitely be blocked by countries other than Qi, and he still needed some means to break through the shackles.

If the domestic strength of the barren country is not enough, how can it go abroad to be recognized by the people of other countries?

Seeing Jiang Zheng on stage, both sides of the river immediately fell silent, and they all knelt down to pay respects: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Jiang Zheng smiled slightly: "Everyone is flat!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

When everyone stood still, Jiang Zheng said loudly: "The rise of poetry and the creation of drama are really the great fortune of my barren country. I hope you will encourage me to take the literary pioneers and the Qingyue class as examples to revitalize the barren country's literary world and reappear the spirit of the Great Han Dynasty." The glory of the dynasty!"