The theater worker banged a gong, indicating that the performance was about to begin.
At this time, the theater was almost full. In the past, there had only been a few square tables in the brothel for people to sit around casually. Now, it had been changed to chairs connected together. A small platform protruded from one side of the chairs for tea and food.
Of course, only the first two rows had this kind of treatment. They had to let those people know where the extra copper coins they spent went.
Xiao Huan wanted to see "A Chinese Ghost Story", but she didn't make it. She could only watch "The Painted Skin" again. Since she had nothing to do, she might as well wait with her.
When the curtains were pulled back, a few more figures sat next to Xiao Huan.
Li Yi only glanced at them casually. He had just turned his head when he turned back. His expression was slightly dazed.
Sitting next to Xiao Huan was a man about 40 years old. His appearance was not unfamiliar to Li Yi.
Professor Feng, as Magistrate Dong's god-level lackey, usually, wherever he was, Magistrate Dong would appear unless something unexpected happened. Li Yi looked over and saw the magistrate sitting next to him.
He felt strange. Did the magistrate and the prefectural school professor have nothing to do all day?
This was not a place high officials and nobles would come. One of them was in charge of the affairs of the prefecture, and the other was in charge of education. Logically speaking, they should be very busy. Why did they have the time to come here to watch a show?
Clearly, Professor Feng also saw Li Yi. After a pause, he turned his head and whispered a few words in Magistrate Dong's ear.
Magistrate Dong had a deep impression of Li Yi. His few poems had surpassed all the students in Qing An Fu. He had a close relationship with Crown Prince Ning and Princess Yongle. However, his personality was a bit strange. He was extremely talented but didn't want to be an official. It was said that he had been made a county officer by the Emperor, but he almost never went to the county yamen. The strange thing was, the security of the prefectural city was better than before …
In all honesty, Magistrate Dong admired Li Yi very much. Especially that poem, "Wanting to speak but not wanting to speak, yet saying that the sky is cold and autumn", won him a deep liking. But he clearly had deep connections with the royal family. Although he wanted to promote him, it was not appropriate for him to do so.
She had already forgotten about him, but she didn't expect to bump into him here today.
Magistrate Dong shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. Today, he just wanted to see the famous Painted Skin. He turned his head and said to another man in embroidered robes, "I'm curious what's so special about this Painted Skin that Brother Yan praised it so much."
The man in embroidered clothes smiled and said, "I didn't expect that there would be no lack of capable people in this small brothel. Hidden in these short and strange stories is a profound truth. Under Brother Dong's rule, there are indeed many capable people. Before I left, His Majesty had already decided to implement the Disciple Rules in our Jing Kingdom as a book for children to learn. Brother Dong's contribution to the education of our Jing Kingdom cannot go unnoticed. "
Accepting the compliment of the man in embroidered clothes calmly, Magistrate Dong couldn't help but turn his head and look at the young man two seats away from him.
Li Yi didn't want to flirt with a man, not to mention the other was the magistrate, even if it was the emperor. He didn't even think about immediately going up to greet the magistrate. These important people liked to go out incognito. If he put on an appearance of greeting a superior, the magistrate might even blame him for ruining his low-profile.
Wan Ruoqing ran the brothel very well. There was no other brothel in the city that was cleaner, tidier, and more orderly than this one. Every performance would be slightly improved. The performers relied on their acting skills, not their bodies. They were completely incomparable to those coquettish prostitutes outside. If this place couldn't keep customers, where else could?
Inspired by himself, Oldman Sun was ready to open a special martial arts show, but he was still in the stage of collecting information.
After the incident with the Bixie Swordplay, Oldman Sun keenly discovered the business opportunity. In the brothel outside the city, such stories seemed to be more popular. Moreover, the martial arts people were generous and would never be short of money. Sometimes, they would even throw large silver ingots on the stage. Oldman Sun had to seize this opportunity.
Li gave him a good suggestion. He could collect some strange stories in the martial arts world and ask around. Using the information he collected, he could rank the martial arts masters and revise the rankings according to the latest information. He heard that there was a man named Officer Zhao in Chu Zhou City. Although he had always been known for his loyalty, he was actually a rare martial arts master. It was said that he was about to step into the Grandmaster Realm. Ordinary people didn't even know this secret …
Li Yi didn't pay attention to the performance on the stage. He was lost in his thoughts.
If such a theater could be opened all over the Jing Kingdom, it would be a powerful force. Moreover, such a force would not easily attract the attention of others. If he could live such a peaceful life, he would consider it as contributing to the entertainment industry of this world. If there were always people who wanted to step on him, he was afraid that their feet would be pierced by nails.
"Stupid people, they think of ghosts as beauties. They don't listen to the words of loyalty. They are greedy for beauty. They don't know that a wife who has gone through hardships will gladly swallow the saliva of others. I don't know how many stupid people in the world don't know how to wake up. How sad!"
When thinking, the most annoying thing was to be interrupted, especially when the man in the brocade robe suddenly stood up and said these words with a laugh.
To be able to see such emotions from watching a play, this fellow must have been educated before, and he must have been tormented by the Path of Sages.
Even Li Yi was not satisfied, let alone the other people in the theater.
Just when they were enjoying the show, someone suddenly stood up and shouted. Especially when the guy was sitting in the front row, everyone's view was blocked.
"What are you shouting for? Hurry up and sit down!"
They were all commoners. How could they know that the person sitting next to the man was the prefectural magistrate? They only knew that this guy had disturbed their interest in watching the show. Perhaps some people were frightened by his sudden shout, so they all spoke up in dissatisfaction.
Magistrate Dong smiled bitterly. After so many years, his good friend still hadn't changed his bad habit!
Thump!
Among the noise, there was a dull sound that was especially clear.
A young man who looked like a scholar, who was sitting behind the man in the brocade robe, knelt in front of the man in the brocade robe. After bowing respectfully, he stood up and said, "Thank you for your teachings, sir. My poor wife who has gone through hardships with me for more than ten years has suffered. Now, for the sake of a fox outside, I actually want to divorce her. How am I different from Wang Sheng?"
"Sir's words just now were like thunder in my ears. They were deafening. I will remember them for the rest of my life and never dare to forget them." After the scholarly young man finished speaking, he once again bowed to the man in the brocade robe and strode away without looking back.
Li Yi stared blankly at the young man's back as he walked away. He was very confused. Where did they find this actor?
"It's not too late to mend one's ways …" The man in the brocade robe also watched the young man leave with a smile on his face. He stroked his beard, displaying the demeanor of an expert.
"I'm talking to you, sit down!"
If it wasn't for a shoe flying from behind and accurately hitting his face, he might have been able to maintain the demeanor of an expert for a while longer.
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