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"Magpies are dressed in blue and white, and golden and silver pigeons are dressed in pea green! Cuckoos urge people to plant the fields, but mandarin ducks are not separated from males and females!"

Sa Shuang and Chen Rouen, one delicate and the other pretty, ran off the stage singing and dancing to the lively folk songs, followed by gongs and drums urging the battle. Ying Xiaonong came up, twirling her feathers and holding a sword, and her embroidered shoes were pointed.

"Okay!" Jiao'er hadn't opened his mouth yet, so he had a meet-and-greet with him under the stage. This pink and blue cloak is Hu Sanniang from "Hujiazhuang", nicknamed Yizhangqing, who fought against Song Jiang's men and captured the Dwarf Tiger King alive. Ying, who defeated the leaders of Liangshan, is a heroine who can be defeated by thousands of people.

Ying Xiaonong wore a butterfly helmet, and a five-strand waist-length tassel on one side of her temples. She first performed a set of kung fu styles on stage, with beauty in her spirit and sass in her beauty. Without saying a word, the audience was full. The guests were stunned.

"Water Margin" writes about Hu Sanniang: "A charming female general with foggy temples and cloud servant girls, stomping on crested shoes and treasured stirrups."The gold vertical armor is lined with red gauze, and the lion is worn with a willow waist.Frost Knife cuts down the soldiers, and Yuxian takes the generals.Naturally beautiful crabapple flowers, Yizhangqing takes the lead.

Ying Xiaonong responded to these lines of poems, making sword fingers with both hands, pressing the feathers on one left and one right, and sang clearly: "Flying with neatly dressed phoenix wings, the shining flag is as bright as the clouds and blue!"

This is the Kunqu opera "Drunken Flower Yin", which has a completely different charm from Peking Opera. He played and sang, turned around and kicked his legs with full breath, and the tune was not chaotic: "Fasten the whip, the dragon, the horse, and the clouds, Tell him to return to his blood-stained shirt!"

"Okay!" The one after another in the audience was good, it wasn't chaotic flattery, it was Ying Xiaonong who was really wonderful, in Tsing Yi, and without sweating for a few years, he couldn't last half an hour.

Singing the section "Xiqianyingying", the drums were in a hurry, Ying Xiaonong stepped on the rhythm of the kite and turned over, turning over and over, turning faster and faster, and saw a peony-colored shadow whirling on the stage, spinning to the extreme, The sword at the waist came out of its sheath with inertia, and hit the middle of the row.

This is the strength and speed of male actors, completely different from the meek actresses. The auditorium exploded. Many people in the back row stood up and stretched their necks to look down. A green and blue sword was captured by Kuang Zheng and He Shengjing. Both of them are holding back, one person holds the handle and the other holds the blade, which is a bit like two dragons playing with pearls.

"What do you mean?" Someone immediately booed, "Boss Ying's 'Hydrangea' also comes with a pair!"

The audience laughed loudly, the "female general" on the stage lost her sword, her cherry lips curled up, her willow eyebrows raised lightly, and she raised her hand and clenched her fists regardless of the accompaniment. Played the quite difficult "Daffodil":

"Hate, hate, little thief!" He kicked his legs high, his phoenix eyes widened, and he "sit on the buttocks" three times in a row, "It seems like a big roc can't fly with its wings, there are some, there are magical powers, and there is no escape." halberd!"

Another three rounds of "turning over in a row", followed by an "upside-down tiger", "kill kill kill, kill him with nowhere to go and blood stain the horse's hooves," Ying Xiaonong gritted his silver teeth, crossed his two feathers, After turning over and letting go, the pheasant tail bounced high into the air like it was alive, "Chop, chop, kill all the remnants and defeat the chariot, punish him with no armor left, his corpse is like mud!"

The audience was ebullient, almost going crazy for the heroine who slashed the knife and splashed blood on the embroidered skirt. Amid the applause, Ying Xiaonong walked up to the stage with her head held high, and stepped on the wooden railing beside the stage with her arms Putting his knees on his knees, he hooked his fingers at Kuangzheng in a wicked manner, and asked him for a sword.

This is a rare scene on the stage. Several old audience members in Han Wenshan were laughing and shouting: "Kangzheng, go up, give it to him!"

Kuang Zheng turned his head and glanced at the group of bosses who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. Holding a sword, he reluctantly got up and walked towards the aggressive guy on the stage. He asked in his ear: "Have you seen the white lady?"

Kuang Zheng was taken aback, looked up at him, Ying Xiaonong smiled like a blooming flower, trembling and fresh, turned the sword in his hand, turned around and stepped off the stage.

Now Kuangzheng became the target of public criticism, Du Laogui from Dingtai Securities took the lead and yelled: "Brother, what did 'Hu Sanniang' whisper to you!"

Kuangzheng couldn't answer, he waved his hands helplessly, and sat back on the chair. He Shengjing next to him gave him a funny look, and said inappropriately: "Die under the peony flower, even being a ghost is romantic."

Kuang Zheng snorted, he wanted to die overnight under the flowers, but it wasn't the pink one in front of him, but the white one behind.

Next is "Broken Bridge" by Baozhan and Shi Kuoting. Tonight's Dazhuanzi plays a scene in which Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing come to the West Lake after flooding Jinshan, and meet Xu Xian again, full of grief and indignation.

In the noisy auditorium, Kuang Zheng hadn't seen anyone yet, and his palms were already sweating.Baochan who has suffered so much, Baochan who doesn't understand the style, who would have thought of wearing a rouge dress with such an eye-catching color, compared with Ying Xiaonong, she is gorgeous, compared with him, Sa Shuang, And too delicate, he is the only one who is out of the dust and refined, the righteous heaven and earth.

After a while, that cloud-like silhouette came up swinging and swaying. The plain white floral skirt with pleats, the bright red pompon lined with pearls, a pair of white silks floating on the temples, the pistil-like cheeks did not smile, covered with There was a layer of gloomy clouds and mist, which made people wish they could give him a little dew to drink.

The auditorium was suddenly quiet, and all the spectators, like Kuang Zheng, were taken aback by Boss Bao's embarrassment.

"Lady—" There was a high voice from the side curtain, and Xu Xian, dressed as Shi Kuo Ting, stepped onto the stage with his sleeves raised and a duck tail scarf.

Almost at the same time, He Shengjing approached Kuangzheng, frowned and asked, "What did he say?"

Kuang Zheng squinted at him and repeated that annoying word: "Lady."

"My lady..." He Shengjing asked, "What do you mean?"

Kuang Zheng showed displeasure, raised his legs and said, "Mydarling."

He Shengjing raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Bao Chan on the stage was full of Da Tsing Yi's style, and there was an indescribable tension when he moved his brows, probably because he was an old man, Huang Zhong who could pull a strong bow, and Yang Silang who fought on the beach, so much so that he was better than others. Lan Hua pointed out that everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, this is the charm of mixing male and female, another kind of perverted beauty.

"My lady, help me!" Shi Kuoting's young student, although he later changed to a violinist, has a boy's skill and has a beautiful dragon-hu tone, "My lady, help me!"

Whoa!He was surprised by his voice under the stage, and Qi Qi gave him a good one, and then it was Bao Chan's turn to speak: "Why," the two sentences were simple, mellow, mellow, mellow and ethereal, "Are you going to save your wife's life today?"

The audience didn't give well, not because of sympathy, but because he was afraid that if he made a noise at this time, his natural beauty would be ruined.

"You, you, you," the white lady raised her water sleeves, and sang the running water sadly, "You have the heart to hurt me, and the Dragon Boat Festival persuades the realgar! You have the heart to lie to me, so you made a vow to the Double Star Alliance, and you followed Fahai again!" Enter the meditation hall!"

His eyes are completely different from those of the old man, full of grievances and sadness, his expression is desolate, yet proud, his expression is cold and hard, yet tactful and sad, making people feel distressed.

"You have the heart to break my heart, not to mention the usual kindness," Baozhan flipped down his sleeves and stroked his stomach slightly, "I don't think I still have Xiaoerlang in my belly!"

In an instant, Kuangzheng's face burned. He didn't know what Baozhan looked like in the eyes of others. In his eyes, it was a candy wrapped in paper, a flower that was timidly budding when it was in bloom, and only he If he can smell his faint fragrance and prick his immature stamen, this person will bloom for him sooner or later.

Baochan sang: "You have the heart to see me defeated, pity me and the gods to fight swords and guns, only to kill until the clouds and mist are scattered, the waves are rolling, and the drums are ringing in the sky. You stand by and stand on the hills!"

Kuang Zheng was in a trance, still chanting his phrase "There is still Xiaoerlang in my belly".

Baochan sang again: "Touch your chest and think about it, what kind of face do you have when you come to see your wife's room!"

If Baochan was a girl, Kuangzheng thought about it, he could let him have a child, conceived in ten months, difficult to give birth, and he walked with him.But Baochan can't, he can't give Kuangzheng anything but himself, their love is doomed to be fruitless, but even so, Kuangzheng wants him, in other words, even if Baochan is a demon or a demon, he is not Xu Xian, he won't Take his heart.

In the later scene, Kuang Zheng was absent-minded, those raging applause, those excited faces were all fleeting in his eyes, until the last guest left, Shi Kuoting and the others also left one after another. An elderly concierge, only him and Baochan were left.

Baozhan was going to take off his makeup, but he didn't let him go. He grabbed his white shirt and hugged him horizontally. It was premeditated and aimless. He pushed the doors on the opposite side of the corridor one by one. One was unlocked, it was a prop In the middle of the night, he put Baohua on a table in the dark, turned around and turned on the light and locked it.

"Brother?" Baochan's voice trembled a little.

Kuang Zheng turned around, and under the lamp was his white lady, sitting obliquely on a bright red square table, so charming and moving.

Kuang Zheng narrowed his eyes, with a ferocious look, he tore off the silk tie neatly, and with a whoosh, Bao Chan was frightened and lowered his head to the ground.

"Don't move," Kuang Zheng stared at his feet wearing embroidered shoes, "Go up."

Bao Chan had one foot hanging there, and on the shoe was a pink flower, Kuang Zheng grabbed him like a cloud, held him in his hand, and stroked him generously.

"Brother," Baochan dodged uncomfortably in this outfit, "Don't be like this..."

Kuangzheng turned his face away, stared at the rouged lips, leaned closer, and rubbed it lightly, Baochen trembled violently, at this moment he was not Baochan singing an opera, but the white lady who was flooding Jinshan , is a snake spirit who has formed an affair with a mortal, and is about to be beaten under the Leifeng Pagoda... Kuangzheng kissed him for the second time, this time much deeper and harder, almost ravaging him, eating him There was a bright red on the mouth.

"Brother...Brother..." Baochan panted blankly, as if afraid of getting his brother dirty, he repeatedly wiped the eye-catching red fat on his mouth with the palm of his hand.

Kuangzheng wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand, grabbed the white sash on his chest with the other hand, pulled it hard, and the waist bag spread apart, revealing the sweaty creases underneath. Stretching in through the slightly open waist, it was warm and touched a piece of smooth skin.

"Brother!" Baochan blushed from face to neck, "It's, it's not yet the first month..."

Kuang Zheng ignored him, and forcefully pulled his entire collar away.