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"Just what?" Xuancheng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It's just this kind of play, even if it can be on stage, the common people won't? Definitely? Will? Love to listen to it, they all like to watch the excitement..." Qian Deming, who is well versed in the art of it, said worriedly.

"Are you afraid that singing this show will make you lose money?" Xuancheng figured it out right away? The little calculations of the merchants.

Xuancheng's words obviously hit the spot? Qian Deming was on everyone's mind, but they couldn't admit it directly. They looked at each other, not knowing how to respond.

Xuancheng touched a folding fan from the desk, opened it with a swipe, and shook it leisurely on his chest: "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer. If you lose money while singing, you will lose money." Come to find me..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly had a better idea. She tapped the folding fan in her hand and said happily, "How about this? After you arrange the scene, I will give you my wallet for three scenes in three days. Let the common people come and see how the common people react, and then make adjustments, how about it?"

No one is indifferent to things that don’t cost money, and what Xuancheng wants to do is to let everyone know the story of the female son-in-law, let them understand that if a woman is capable, she can also be a general, and use this as a way to shake the people’s stereotypes an anchor.

Since she is no match for those rigid old men from top to bottom, then she will come from bottom to top, first teach the common people to subtly change their ideas, and then step by step to win some status for women, Xuancheng thinks more and more that it is feasible.

Among the troupe masters in front of me, quite a few of them led the opera troupe all over the country to sing operas, and they happened to be the Dongfeng who delivered the pollen.

Since someone is willing to audition for them to take advantage of money, Qian Deming has nothing to say.After some thought, he agreed, "Princess, this method is feasible."

Back to the topic? The discerning man wanted to make a good impression on the princess, so he rushed to ask Qian Deming before Qian Deming spoke again: "Then how should the princess write about the scene behind?"

If you want a good scene, you must have a villain. This Xuancheng still understands, she shook her folding fan, rolled her eyes around, and said: "Just write about fighting traitors, destroying national teachers, and making Feng Suzhen's image Bring it out."

"I don't know much about Chinese opera. For the details, you can go back and find a pen to write in detail." Xuancheng waved his fan and said carelessly.

Qian Deming's writing froze again, the princess didn't know how much energy they would spend filling in the mere words in her mouth.

Behind the screen, Shu Dianhe was accidentally choked by a melon seed, pressed his fist against his lips, and tried not to cough, realizing that he still underestimated Xuancheng's intelligence.

After that, there was only one ending left, Xuancheng didn't wait for Qian Deming to ask, he made a gesture to make her think about it, and the class leaders were silent for a while.

Xuancheng knocked on the fan every now and then, surely she wouldn't? Let Feng Suzhen marry Mr. Li and live together.

But if the ending of the story is written as Feng Suzhen and the princess confessed their true identities, got the princess's tolerant forgiveness, and finally retired with the princess, it would be too presumptuous? One point, then...

"Then how about Feng Suzhen and the princess confessing their true identities, and after getting the princess's tolerant forgiveness, how about going back to seclusion alone as the ending? It also leaves a suspense for the world." The more Xuancheng thought about it, the more he was satisfied with the ending.

If someone is interested, they can think about what the princess will be? No? She will not give up on her peerless son-in-law, and then go to find Feng Suzhen and figure out a little plot by herself, how great it is.

After Qian Deming wrote down all the princess's words on paper, he wiped the hot sweat from his forehead.

After being shocked by the princess' unexpected words several times, he has become "rough-skinned and thick-skinned".

No matter what the princess said later, he wouldn't? Surprised, he did as he wanted.

He nodded towards Xuancheng, no doubt agreeing to the ending that Xuancheng set, and then the rest of the troupe masters also agreed.

"Since that's the case, can I trouble the class leaders? If this play is sung well?, I will be very grateful to all the class leaders."

Xuancheng bit the word "heavy", got up from the chair, and after whetting the appetites of the troupe masters, she personally sent the troupe masters out of the study room.

After the people in the study went to the empty building and the silence returned, Xuancheng frowned, with a serious expression on his face.

Is she determined? She must fight for some status for women, but the constant rules that have been formed for thousands of years are like huge rocks and mountains, can they really be easily changed?

The first attempt has been sent out? As for the result? How about it, Xuancheng can't help worrying.

Turning around and returning to the study, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten? An important thing was not done.

What is it?She couldn't remember it for a while, until she walked around the screen that cut off the study and saw Shu Dian sitting together, earnestly peeling seeds, she suddenly remembered again.

It was she who planned to call an imperial doctor to check Shu Dianhe's pulse as soon as she came back, to check whether the poison on Shu Dianhe's body had been cleaned up, and whether her mind could still recover. Then he raised his head to look at her, and pushed the small bowl hidden under his hand in front of Xuancheng. Inside was a small bowl of squashed melon seeds.

"You..." Xuancheng said incredulously, "For me?"

Shu Dianhe nodded, still continuing to pick up melon seeds one by one, and then put them into the bowl, like a little squirrel preparing for grain storage in winter, just collecting them without even touching them.

Xuancheng stared at the melon seeds, but somehow gave up the plan in his heart.

In the next few days, Lu Meng's condition was still not good, and Xuancheng had to bring Shu Dianhe into the palace to visit him every day.

For some unknown reason, Xuancheng never let Shu Dianhe follow him into the inner hall where Lu Meng was lying.

When she is not around, either arrange for Yi'an to accompany Shu Dianhe, or let the little servant take Shu Dianhe to wander in the imperial garden.

After the Beginning of Summer, on a day close to Eargrass, the sky is rolling? Dark clouds, it is clear that there is still light everywhere, but there is an atmosphere that the night is approaching.

Every now and then a gust of wind blows by, carrying sand and soil, wrapping it around? The bead curtains in the house are rattling, and there is a tendency that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind will fill the building.

Xuancheng just came back from the palace, and just took a sip of tea, the chair was not even warmed up, when news came from the palace that Lu Meng fell into a coma again.

After Xuancheng heard the news, he didn't care about the impending rain, and didn't dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly brought Shu Dianhe into the palace again.

The moment she stepped into the Taiyu Palace, the heavy rain poured down from behind, and the thunder rumbled from a distance, shaking Xuancheng's ears, reminding her of herself for no reason. On the night when he forced his father to abdicate, he felt a faint uneasiness in his heart.

When the guards in the hall saw her coming, they hurried up to greet her. Among these people were her niece and groups of imperial physicians.

Xuancheng frowned and asked Yi'an: "What's going on?"

With tears in Yi'an's eyes, he said sadly: "The imperial doctor just showed it to Grandpa Huang? He said... Grandpa Huang is afraid that he will die?..."

One of the imperial physicians was at the side, and added: "Just now, when the eldest princess was still in the future, the Supreme Emperor woke up again from a coma. The Zuo Supervisor fed him a bowl of ginseng soup.

At this time, I can barely speak, and my spirit is not bad, but I have checked my pulse for him, but there is a faint pulse, and the sobriety at this time may be like a flashback, so..."

He wanted to persuade the eldest princess to have something to say to the Supreme Emperor, seize the opportunity, and raised his head secretly. Only then did he notice that the eldest princess's face was not much better than the weather outside, so he quietly retreated? Among his colleagues, Silent.

Xuancheng looked around, but didn't see anyone who should be there, and asked, "Where's your brother?"

"Brother Huang went to deal with some important matters?" Yi An replied.

The rain outside was still crackling, and there was a dull thunder from time to time. The inside of the hall was very dark because it was still early and no candles were lit.

Or affected by the environment, everyone's face seems to be covered with a thick layer of gray, and the color of grief is beyond words.

"Let him finish the matter and come over immediately. And let him light candles everywhere, all night long."

Xuancheng left these words and went into the inner hall, forgot? He handed over Shu Dianhe who came with her to Yi'an.

Shu Dianhe, who was following behind her, only hesitated for a while, and followed her into the inner hall.

Xuancheng went straight to the bed in the middle of the inner hall, and the servant opened the gauze curtains on both sides for her. Shu Dianhe didn't follow closely, but found a corner that could avoid everyone's sight, and hid himself in it.

Shu Dianhe couldn't see what was going on beside the bed because there were pillars in front of him, so he could only rely on his ears to listen to the movement.

She heard? Xuancheng's order to let the extra people leave, she heard? The messy footsteps of the imperial physicians and servants leaving, and then Xuancheng's whispered conversation with the people on the bed, because the distance is too far, so ? So she didn't hear what they were saying.

It was also mixed with Xuancheng's suppressed crying. At this time, I should go up to comfort her, just like when the prince died of illness, but Shu Dianhe knew that he could not do this.

Distressed or sighed, the extra emotions were completely covered by the cold mask on his face.

Not knowing what Lu Meng said, Xuancheng outside suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "No way!"

With a bang, something seemed to have been smashed to the ground. Shu Dianhe, who thought what happened to Xuancheng, almost wanted to go out to find out, but a hoarse and weak voice stopped her movement.

"Father, I beg you..." Obviously the other party used all their strength to make this sentence reach Shu Dianhe's ears, and it was exactly the same, which showed how much the other party wanted Xuan Cheng to agree to his request.

But Xuancheng still refused? He, and then Shu Dianhe heard Xuancheng's footsteps leaving and the sound of the inner hall door being closed.

Waited? I don't know how long, Shu Dianhe disappeared? Xuancheng came back and came to Lu Meng's sick bed. She saw a thin old man.

His face was yellow, his eye sockets were sunken, and his lips were wrinkled together without moisture. It was obvious that he had already entered the heat, but his body was covered with a thick blanket, like a slender straw floating on the surface of the sea, and he might be caught at any time. The waves swept away.

If he didn't know that the person in front of him was Lu Meng, Shu Dianhe would hardly have known him.

It turned out that even the former Ninth Five-Year Supreme, when he was on the verge of death, behaved like ordinary people, Shu Dianhe felt it was a little funny.

The person on the bed heard someone walking in front of him, opened his cloudy eyes, his eyes were as confused as fog, and only vaguely saw a figure wearing a mask.

He was hoarse? The voice asked, "Who are you?"