Da Deyun

Our Lord Nan has been suffering from this injury for a long time. Thinking about whether he was greedy for venison halfway, he is almost healed now.

It's good now, Zhang Jiuling is watching closely every day, he can't even drink alcohol, the more he cares about it, the more uncomfortable he feels; more than a month has passed and he hasn't seen any better, just listless Yes, sometimes very snooze.

With this injury, Zhang Jiuling was busy taking care of him; Qin Xiaoxian hadn't traveled far for more than half a year, and the head of the hall became the teacher of the Imperial Academy; Qitang lost several people who went out to teach.

This year is the 20th anniversary of Deyun, and Daqing is much busier than in previous years. It happens to be an "eventful autumn", and there is no one or two to worry about. There are so many things in the academy.

Our young master has always had the temper of not talking nonsense when he is exhausted, and turning his face when Tao Yang is incidental. This time, we have to invite Mr. Tao out.

Tao Yang hasn't been to the garden for more than half a month, so he stays in the academy to help, and from time to time he takes a few nephews with him to teach; although we are not very old, we are born with arrogance, but there is nothing wrong with it. One stop is self-contained, who dares to underestimate it?

Our young master has not seen us A Tao for two days and six hours, and everyone who is annoying is pouting.

The day before yesterday he had been busy all night, and Tao Yang had already gone out when he returned home at dawn; yesterday he managed to get home early, and because it was too late to set up a teaching forum, Tao Yang took a rest in the bamboo garden of the academy; what do you say today? People have to be stopped too!

It was already past noon, and I drank tea one after another, but I didn't see anyone.

Until the sun was about to set, the young master had just put down his pen in front of the desk in the study and raised his head to rub his sore neck when the servant rushed into the room in a hurry.

Clasping hands and knees, panting: "Master, Master Tao was stopped!"

The scenery outside the window is the same as before, the wind is blowing, and the green bamboos are rustling;

The sky thunder exploded suddenly, and there was no wind and rain after the lightning and thunder, but the cool wind swept through the sleeves one after another.

The young master's car stopped in front of the Qilin Theater Club, the young man lifted the curtain of the car, Ying'er, who was dressed in green and embroidered with bamboo patterns, got out of the car and walked into the garden.

No wonder I didn't see anyone this day, Tao Yang was thinking about the theater club, it was rare to be free this afternoon, so he rushed here after the show.

The young master lifted his robe and started to walk, the audience was surrounded by people, Tao Yang and another son and brother were surrounded by people.

As soon as the young master cast his gaze, he bumped into Tao Yang: he didn't put on makeup, he was dressed in plain white plain clothes, it looked like he was forced to be dragged out when he didn't go on stage.

When others saw our Eldest Young Master Guo coming, they stepped back on both sides to make way for him to come out.

"Yo!"

This is Wei Jin, the son of the famous actress Boss Wei.

He has always thought highly of himself, proud and conceited; some abilities are true, but his temper is really not small, and he doesn't take anyone seriously at all.

Seeing our young master coming, this foul-mouthed, rotten-toothed bastard started trembling; he tilted his head slightly, and looked at people with his nostrils: "Master Guo is here to support his wife?"

Is there anyone in the theater?A few frowned and turned their heads sideways unwilling to listen, and a few lowered their brows and nodded to hold back their smiles. After all, they were here to make trouble.

"You're welcome." The young master smiled.

First, Tao Yang couldn't help lowering his head and laughing. Wei Jin was stunned, but everyone around him laughed out loud, looking at him with strange eyes.

After thinking about it, I realized that the eldest young master was taking advantage of him!

Support your wife, are you welcome?

Who is whose wife!

Wei Jin couldn't help being stimulated, and he was about to hit someone two steps forward, and vent his anger on himself!The boys hurried forward and hugged him, trying to persuade him.

"Young Master Wei, if you have something to say, speak up."

Tao Yang was getting a little impatient with him.

This was clearly intentional. Usually, it's fine to send him away with a few harsh words, but today he's just begging for nothing and not leaving because he's just here to make a fuss.

"I've been here talking to you for a long time!"

Wei Jin stretched out his index finger, pointing very rudely: "Let that Huadan singer come out! Keep singing!"

"Just now Tao said that the apprentice is sick, so he will go back and rest after singing this one to avoid hurting his throat." Tao Yang said.

"Don't care about this!" Wei Jin waved his hand, as if he would not let it go: "If you are hurt, you will be hurt, let someone come out!"

"Your mother is a famous actress, so she must be a no-brainer, why don't you go back and invite her?" Tao Yang smiled brightly, his words revealing a depraved nature.

The people around were all laughing, this proud Mr. Wei didn't have the time to think about these meanings; he took two steps forward, laughed very disgustingly, and said: "Why don't you sing a few words for the master?"

The young master's face darkened, and just about to open his mouth to reprimand, this stinky and shameless thing raised his hand and gave Tao Yang's chin a frivolous frivolity!

Don't say that Tao Yang never sang female roles, and even if he sang, it was not for this kind of people.

Before his fingertips were far away, the young master patted his hand; Tao Yang happened to take a step back, and kicked him with his leg.

"Tao Yang!" Wei Jin fell to the ground, stood up with the support of the servant, and said some insulting words.

"You, you are a little drunk from the tea."

Tao Yang sneered and looked at him condescendingly.

"Come on!" the young master angrily reprimanded.

"Get out of here!"

He doesn't have that much patience, so there's no need to say anything else, let's get rid of this little bastard first!

His mother was also quite well-known, so why did she teach such a cheap and disgusting thing.

Who is right and who is wrong in this scene, as long as the judges are not blind, they will know the twists and turns in it; not to mention making troubles and smashing the scene, if Boss Tao has such a temper, it is not enough to anger the people.

The idlers go away.

"Why are you here?" Tao Yang asked with a smile.

The young master was still annoyed, with a puff of breath in his chest, and said: "If you don't go home every day, you will still be bullied in the Qilin Theater Club."

He knew A Tao very well, the Peking opera prodigy was not called for nothing; Tao Yang was able to talk with Mr. Da when he was young, even if the other children grew up, they were more than awed but lacked confidence.

Where is it that he has no ability to protect himself, it is obvious that he retreats again and again, only saying a few words when there is no way to retreat.

"This is a theater, isn't it embarrassing for us to yell out?" Tao Yang was moved in his heart, and he spoke softly to comfort our young master.

"Hmph!" The young master withdrew his gloominess, and acted pettyly at us, A Tao.

That is not to be angry.

"Okay." Tao Yang grabbed his wrist, and the two stood side by side simultaneously.

"Let's go back and find Brother Braid."

"Oh!" The young master was annoyed, and as soon as he hit his cuffs, his teeth itched: "Can't you accompany me!"

I haven't seen much for two or three days, and when I have free time, I also care about the Qilin Theater Club and the academy, but I don't know how to care about the people next to me.

How can you justify this.

"I have something urgent to say."

Tao Yang helplessly raised his forehead: What a fool.