marry a monk

Since Jiang Xia left Prince Antu's Mansion, she has continued to live a life of no fixed place, singing wherever she asks for a play, but there is really no play to pick up, so she opens a stage in her own small yard to attract neighbors and help others. The meager income of the theater troupe.

The drought in southern Xinjiang continued, and the war in northern Xinjiang continued.Chiwu and Cheqian had just ceased fighting, and the common people needed to recuperate, and everyone tightened their pants to save money, except for a few dignitaries, royal family and nobles, no one had extra money to eat, drink and have fun.

Jiang Xia's theater troupe is struggling to survive.A few servants were dismissed, and the rest were all loyal old partners of the father when he was alive.They cared about the kindness of the old class leader and were unwilling to leave no matter what. They kept saying that they had food to eat and porridge if they had nothing to eat, so they just refused to leave anyway.It's not good to drive them away forcibly, after all, people are old and have nowhere to go, so they just make do with it.

Jiang Xia was secretly worried, she didn't eat her last meal, it didn't matter if she was hungry, the elderly couldn't be hungry, they were all elders who watched them grow up, they didn't live a good life with their father, and they lived in the open and hungry with themselves Belly, I feel deeply ashamed.

On this day, he was listlessly wandering wildly in the street, and suddenly he felt that the people on the street were buzzing with excitement.I saw people scrambling to be the first, running forward desperately, and shouting "the most beautiful man is here..."

"The most beautiful man?" Jiang Xia gave a wry smile, he looks good but he can't eat it, whether he looks good or not is just to satisfy the vanity in his heart.He can be regarded as a beautiful man anyway, and he also doesn't have enough meals for three meals, and bends his waist for three buckets of rice.

I can't help but think of the Holy King of Xueyu Holy Palace. The first time I saw him was half a year ago. He is a rare handsome man, with exquisite facial features, noble temperament, handsome, sunny and wise. As for others, including himself Even inside, he can't be considered a handsome man, Fang Xiaoshuai is even farther behind. He has superficiality but no connotation...

Thinking of Fang Xiaoshuai, my heart suddenly came to my senses. Could it be that Fang Xiaoshuai is in front?

Every time Fang Xiaoshuai went out, he feared that the world would not know him. He would not go out without creating such an atmosphere.Therefore, whenever Fang Xiaoshuai goes out, there will be crowds rushing to see the beauty.

If it's really him, you can borrow some money from him to help a group of old people in the opera troupe get through the days without rice.

As the flow of people came to the front, the petals fluttered in front of them, and the fragrance was overwhelming. People gathered around a delicate and luxurious sedan chair and shouted "Beautiful man, come out, beautiful man..."

Looking through the cracks in the flow of people, a man with bright eyes and bright teeth was sitting in the sedan chair, wearing a white robe and a hair crown. His skin was as white as snow, and his black hair fluttered. He looked at the crowd watching him outside the sedan chair with a smile on his face.

Sure enough, it was Fang Xiaoshuai. He flicked his long hair on his forehead pretentiously, and his cool and domineering appearance really made people speechless.

Although speechless, Jiang Xia squeezed into the crowd: "Hey, Mr. Fang..." He was very polite.

Fang Xiaoshuai didn't seem to notice that someone was calling him, because there were too many people shouting at him, everyone crowded in, throwing flowers and fruits in it, and it was hard to tell who was who.

In the past, Pan An's fruit-throwing carts were nothing more than this, but Fang Xiaoshuai was unexpectedly so attractive.Looking at myself again, even though he is a few times more handsome than him, he has no appearance and no aura, so he is very ordinary in the crowd.

Can't care about so much anymore, the group of hungry old people are still waiting for him in the troupe, squeezing in with the flow of people, no matter what, they have to borrow some money to go back today.

"Master Fang..." Panting, Jiang Xia squeezed in front of Fang Xiaoshuai's sedan chair, and greeted him loudly.

"You..." Fang Xiaoshuai was intoxicated in the crowd, and when he saw Jiang Xia suddenly, his face burst into surprise.

Wasn't he trapped by Jin Tianci in the Jin Mansion to sing and sing every night?How do you dress like this?There is no such thing as the high-spirited, looking forward to Liufang at that time.

"How did you come?"

Fang Xiaoshuai's tone was a little displeased. After all, he was making troubles in the gold mansion during the day and scolding the richest man at night because of him. He couldn't even see his shadow for a few days. It was heaven and earth.

"It's like this..." Jiang Xia didn't know how to speak. After all, I haven't seen each other for half a year, and I feel a lot alienated emotionally. In addition, there are people around here...

"Mr. Fang, is it convenient for you to get off the sedan chair and find a quiet place to talk?" Jiang Xia looked around and whispered in his ear.

"Look at the situation, do you have time for me to talk to you alone?" Fang Xiaoshuai's tone and demeanor are no longer that of the person who was looking for him to compare him.

Now he is obviously superior to Jiang Xia, the winner is clear, he doesn't bother to compare with him: "If you have anything to say, I don't have time to spend time here with you." Fang Xiaoshuai was a little impatient.

"It's like this..." Jiang Xia lowered his voice.

"Our theatrical troupe has been struggling to make ends meet recently. Is it convenient for Mr. Fang to borrow some money to help them overcome the current difficulties. I am very grateful."

"Borrow money? You borrowed money from me?" Fang Xiaoshuai laughed in disbelief and said to everyone outside the sedan chair.

"The most beautiful man in the world actually asks me to borrow money? Haha, what an anecdote through the ages, don't you know that being handsome is capital? If you don't use your good capital, you come to me to borrow money? What a joke."

"Mr. Fang, what you said is reasonable, but the group of old, weak, sick and disabled who are helping the opera troupe first, they haven't had enough to eat for a few days." Jiang Xia begged in a low voice.

"It's none of my business if they don't eat enough, and I'm not their parents, so why should I give them silver taels?" Fang Xiaoshuai looked very proud.

"Of course, if you are willing to kneel down here and kowtow three times, and call me the most handsome man in the world three times, I will still consider helping them."

Seeing that Fang Xiaoshuai is so powerful, the crowd of onlookers burst into shouts and threw the rotten fruits and vegetables in their hands into his sedan chair.

"How do you say that poor people are not human beings? It's amazing to be rich."

"This is not a word of quality at all. Good-looking people are useless."

"Relying on my bad money, I look down on the poor, and I have a good face and a bad heart."

"Don't look at it, everyone, it's worth noting that this kind of person doesn't look at it."

The crowd made crusades one after another. Compared with the previous throwing flowers and fruits, it was another encounter.

Fang Xiaoshuai was so handsome that his face turned red and blue.

Jiang Xia was also dumbfounded by the rapid reversal of the plot, and was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"No, that's not what I meant. Please don't get me wrong..." Fang Xiaoshuai tried to explain.

"What's there to say, like you are a kind of fake person with a golden appearance and a rotten appearance. It's not worth watching at all. Let's break up." An old woman in the crowd shouted.

"Let's leave, everyone." Someone echoed.

"Woo..." Everyone shouted: "Liar, liar..."

"Everyone, don't go, it's not like this..." Fang Xiaoshuai looked at the crowd that was slowly dissipating, and couldn't help turning his fierce eyes to Jiang Xia. If it wasn't for this shit-stirring stick to stir up trouble, how could things have developed to this point?

"Mr. Fang, it's none of my business, I didn't say anything..." Jiang Xia felt his unkind eyes, and the bottom of his speech disappeared, and retreated with the crowd while talking.

"Don't run away..." Fang Xiaoshuai jumped off the sedan chair, instantly lost his cool and domineering aura, and chased after him angrily.

Jiang Xia was so frightened that she ran away...

After running for a long time, he finally left Fang Xiaoshuai in an unknown alley, slowed down, and returned to his troupe listlessly.Sitting down at the square table in the courtyard, he sighed.

Pang Hong was ushered inside, a tall and handsome boy, wearing a green shirt and a commoner, but in good spirits.

"You're hungry, let's have some porridge." Pang Hong brought a bowl of porridge as thin as clear water.

Looking at the porridge, his own shadow could almost be reflected in it, Jiang Xia pushed the bowl aside and entered the room without saying a word.Looking at the house with its bare walls, apart from a mess of costumes and props, there is no second decent thing to be found.

Lying on the bed silently, he pulled up the quilt to cover his head.Ever since Erniang was kicked out of the house and joined the theater troupe left by his father, he has become the troupe leader. The whole room is like a child waiting to be fed, expecting some surprises from him every day.

"Don't worry." Pang Hong followed in at some point, looked at the messy room, and said while helping him clean it up: "Isn't there still one last move left? You can go to King Andu, he will definitely Help you."

"He has helped us a lot, I'm really sorry to bother him." Jiang Xia was still separated by the quilt.

"No, we are also desperate. Besides, you made an oath in front of him to play a song every day, and you haven't gone for a long time."

"What I said every day is to thank him for his help, and to go to him again is to trouble him instead of thank him. Besides, singing and singing are all clichés, and people will be bored."

Speaking of this, Jiang Xia seemed to think of something, lifted the quilt and sat up: "Pang Hong, have you created any new songs during this time?"

"This one……"

Pang Hong mainly sings Xiaosheng (Wusheng) in the opera troupe. He usually likes to study and compose music, but life is difficult. There are not many people watching the opera. He worries about three buckets of rice every day. It has been a long time since he calmed down to study new repertoires. .

"The front country of the Great Chariot I wrote before is not finished yet. If you are in a hurry, I will definitely come out behind closed doors for three days." Pang Hong was full of confidence.

"Then go and write quickly, don't clean up." Jiang Xia seemed to see a new dawn.

"As long as there is a new song, I don't have to worry about no one watching the show." Jiang Xia said to himself.Looking at a pile of costumes, he bent down to pick them up one by one, and folded them one by one.

It's been a long time since I cleaned up these costumes and props. Pang Hong used to organize and keep these things. What are you doing these days?He shook his head with a wry smile. Indeed, the hardships of life had made him neglect images and details.

Although Fang Xiaoshuai's words were harsh, he was very honest. In this society where appearances are judged by appearances, he must make good use of his own resources.Look at any good-looking girl who doesn't fly on a branch and become a phoenix. Fang Xiaoshuai also uses his appearance to gain various benefits, why can't he?

He took off his inconspicuous robe and put on another light black dress that looked less old. He tied up his black hair again, tied a red headband, and inserted a hairpin. His black hair was vertical like a waterfall. Then, looking at himself in front of the mirror contentedly, there was a burst of cursing outside the door.

"Get out of my mother, you bastard, you got rich, and my mother doesn't recognize you anymore, you were struck by lightning..."

"Don't look at the fact that it wasn't my mother's own, but it was also brought up by my mother's feces and piss. I can't deny it..."

"Who is it? This voice is familiar." Jiang Xia walked from the house to the yard talking to himself. From a distance, a group of old people from the troupe were blocking the gate of the yard, as if they were arguing with others.

"What happened?" Jiang Xia walked into the crowd and looked, his face changed.

It was his stepmother Li Hao who was arguing and scolding in front of him.At this time, the stepmother was wearing patched clothes, her hair was messy, her face was dirty, and her face was haggard.

"Erniang..." Jiang Xia walked up: "How did you get here?"

"You bastard, you don't know how to go back when you get rich. There is a drought at home, and people starve to death in stretches. If my mother doesn't look for you, why don't you just ignore it?"

Li Hao wailed, as if Jiang Xia owed her 8000 taels of silver.

The old people nearby looked at each other in blank dismay, didn't you drive this baby out of the house back then?Why are you talking backwards today?If it weren't for the old people remembering the old class leader in order to keep this baby, they don't know where they are now.

"What is Er Niang talking about, come in quickly." Jiang Xia let his stepmother into the yard.

"After walking such a long distance, you must be hungry." He took the porridge that Pang Hong gave him just now and handed it over: "Drink a bowl of porridge to pad your stomach first."

"You are heartless, you actually gave this old lady this..." Li Hao looked at the bowl of porridge with disgust.

Seeing her disdain, one of the older servants picked up a bowl and poured it into her mouth: "Second Madam, please eat as soon as you can, this is our class leader's ration."

"..." Li Hao opened his eyes wide with disbelief.Seeing that Jiang Xia is so well dressed, it doesn't look like she has nothing to eat.

"Now, it's not that you have nothing to eat alone, even our class leader hasn't eaten for a few days." The boy said: "Let's save it, and live a day to day."

"I don't believe it." Li Hao pushed away the boy's bowl, stood up and walked into the house, walked to Jiang Xia's house, looked at the costume that had just been folded, and hugged it happily in his arms.

"I also said that I didn't eat them. These are all silver. You can exchange them for a lot of silver taels by taking them to the pawn shop."

"Second Madam..." The young servant snatched back the costume from Li Hao's arms, and said angrily, "Second Madam, this is all our troupe's possessions, if you pawn them, why are you still singing?"

"Yeah, what kind of play are you singing on an empty stomach, everyone, don't sing and break up, anyway, you can't make money, and these costumes can be exchanged for some silver." Li Hao hugged a pile of costumes tightly, as if hugging Push the silver.

Jiang Xia walked out of the house helplessly, kicked Pang Hong's door open with a bang, and lay down on Pang Hong's bed.

"What's wrong?" Pang Hong continued to study his opera scores without looking up.

"My second mother is here, and I want to pawn the costume and let everyone break up."

Jiang Xia's tone was pale and weak.I couldn't make any money at all, and if Er Niang encouraged her, the theater troupe would disband sooner or later.

"Don't worry, I still have a new opera coming out, it will be ready in two days."

Pang Hong comforted him, pointing to the newly written score on the table: "Get up, let's practice this section first and see how it works?"

"Let's talk about the magnificent Chiwu country, the god of World War II was born out of the sky, and he joined forces to protect his home country, and both of them are iron-blooded and daring.

One said that he was extremely brave, with a long sword swaying gracefully, and a short knife flashing like lightning, he killed bravely and decisively, without restraint in words and laughter, iron and selfless, handsome and unrestrained killing all directions.

The second is King Antu, who is born with supernatural power, powerful to lift mountains and surpass the world, rushing into the enemy's camp through clouds and flowing water, scaring the prince in front of the chariot..."

"Okay, you Pang Hong, I can't see that you still have this level of writing. It's just that you have to add some more content to Lord Antu later." Jiang Xia kept nodding her head in praise while holding the manuscript written by Pang Hong. .

"I knew that you must have ulterior motives for King Andu, not to mention that I haven't finished writing, even if I finish writing, you will be dissatisfied, and I will definitely change it according to your wishes." Pang Hong seems to know Jiang Xia very well.

"Haha..." Jiang Xia laughed, he knew himself very well after getting along with Pang Hong day and night.

Indeed, King Andu has a different weight in his heart than others, not to mention his invincible bravery on the battlefield, he is usually foolish and likes to play tricks on people, but in critical moments, he never disappoints.

"Come on, let's try singing first, you sing the first part, I'll sing the next part..." Jiang Xia put down the manuscript, cleared his throat...