It was raining outside, but the inside of the building was warm.
The curtains hung low, and the tea tables were lined. They welcomed and sent off the idlers.
Lights hung on the stage, and the faces of the actors were everywhere. Fans of literature since ancient times.
"Looking for my husband for thousands of miles, the west wind sends the Wutong rain —" She swung her sleeves. At this point, the young leading actress appeared on stage, half of her face covered in shadows.
The audience below the stage cheered loudly, mixed with some obscenities.
On the stage, the woman with makeup on her face and costume was unmoved. She continued to sing and fight.
His voice was clear, and his eyes were filled with pain.
He seemed to be the poor woman in the play, looking for her husband for thousands of miles.
The willow bent, the clouds swung their sleeves.
Thousands of miles of smoke and clouds brushed past, the soul crossed the mountains and came to my husband, sad in one heart, frightened in the other, heartbroken in the third.
Unexpectedly, the cold clothes sent my husband to his death, the Great Wall covered the white bones, where to comfort the lonely soul from now on.
Gradually, the sound of eating melon seeds, chatting, and drinking tea and snacks from below the stage also slowly disappeared.
Only the singing of the leading actress on stage could be heard in the theater.
The play was fake, but the feelings were real. The unfortunate life of a beautiful woman, at this moment. It was completely replayed on the stage.
When the play ended, the curtains were lowered. When the young leading actress went backstage, she was stopped by the troupe leader.
The troupe leader was full of smiles, and the wrinkles on his old face were squeezed into a pile. "Yue Guan, thank you for coming to save the show. Look, after all, we've been together for a few days, and Master Zhu said … "
The leading actress swung her sleeves, shaking off some powder that fell down. Her face, which was not covered by the makeup, revealed an innocent smile. "No. I don't like it. "
Because her tone was too gentle and too innocent, although the troupe leader heard it as a rejection, in his heart, it was more like a rejection than a rejection. He relaxed a little, and when the leading actress signaled for him to move aside, he unconsciously moved to the side.
The moment they brushed past each other, the world suddenly turned upside down. The troupe leader suddenly felt his face fall to the ground, and he felt a sharp pain.
The leading actress tore off her outermost costume, threw it away, raised her leg, and kicked the troupe leader. "I don't like it."
This time, his tone was not as gentle.
The musicians and drummers at the side were stunned. By the time they came back to their senses, they were clamoring to help the troupe leader up, shouting for help and chasing after him. However, the young female lead had already rolled up her sleeves and ran away without a trace.
It was still drizzling outside. Not far behind the stage was a side room in the outer courtyard. It was not far from the kitchen.
Most of the members of the theatrical troupe lived here.
The makeup on Yue Guan's face was drenched here and there by the rain. As she ran, in the rain, she used all her strength to throw away those costumes, peeling off layer after layer of costume, leaving these valuable costumes to languish in the muddy and dirty puddles.
Fortunately, most of the Zhu Clan's people were watching the show, so no one reacted.
Yue Guan ran to the side of the kitchen, wearing only a few ordinary clothes. His entire body was soaked, and paint flowed down his cheeks, looking extremely pathetic.
He rubbed his stomach, which had been starving for a few days, and steeled himself. Just as he was about to enter the kitchen, grab a few steamed buns, and leave, he suddenly heard a rustling sound from inside. Thinking that someone was inside, he could not help but be shocked, and unconsciously asked, "Who is it!" He felt that he had said something wrong, but it was already too late to avoid it.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw that it was not the chef, but a girl in mourning clothes, dressed in black. Her hair was combed in a married woman's style, and she was holding a drumstick and half a steamed bun.
The two of them froze in place.
After a while, the girl opposite him said dryly, "Oh, you're hungry too?"
Yue Guan wiped his face, "Yes. You too? "
The actress that the Zhu Clan's eldest master had taken a liking to had run away.
The idlers all said that the star of the theatrical troupe that had been invited to deliver the coffin had fallen ill, so they invited an outsider to come and save the show. Unexpectedly, she sang for three days in a row, stunning everyone. Her skills were extraordinary, and a group of hedonistic and muddle-headed young masters were stunned.
The Zhu Clan's eldest master secretly paid a price and ordered the troupe leader to buy this actress to play a prank on her.
Although it was inappropriate for a family to do this during a funeral. But first, it was just playing with an actress, and it was not a big deal. Everyone turned a blind eye to it.
Unexpectedly, the actress actually ran away. After asking all the theatrical troupes outside, they all said that this actress was called Yue Guan. She was alone and often came to save the show. The troupe did not stay for long, and seemed to always run around in the fields in the countryside.
Because her background was unknown, and she was very alert, some people wanted to catch her and sell her, but they did not succeed.
In the end, the Zhu Clan's eldest master could only beat his chest and stamp his feet in anger.
"You don't seem to be called Yue Guan." The Sixth Young Mistress took a bite of the steamed bun he handed over and sized him up, "You're not as dark as you are now."
"… But I'm not called Ming Guan either."
"Then what's your name?"
"I don't know what my name is either. When I was three years old, when I was sold to the theatrical troupe, my mother called me 'Chu Yun' er '. Later, sometimes people called me Ming Guan, and sometimes Yue Guan. Sometimes, I'm also called by some strange names. "
The Sixth Young Mistress slowly swallowed her steamed bun, and her eyes were full of curiosity, "When you were in the Jia Family, I even gave you directions. Why did you come all the way here? "
Yue Guan, or Ming Guan? She should call him Chu Yun. Chu Yun sighed and stretched out a hand, "This is the ninth time I've run away."
"This is five."
"Oh. I've never been to school. "Chu Yun counted and quickly stretched out his other hand, adding five fingers," Nine. "
Du 'er was about to correct him, "Someone's coming. Bring steamed buns next time. "Chu Yun's ears were sharp, and he quickly jumped over the wall like a monkey and went out.
The servant girl came over suspiciously, "Sixth Young Mistress, why are you in the outer courtyard? Why are you sitting by the wall?"
Du 'er secretly put the steamed bun in her arms and wiped her tears, "Oh, I also want to listen to the funeral. It's good to listen to the beginning of the play. It can be considered sending my husband off. "
The servant girl advised, "Don't you miss the Sixth Young Master and can't leave the mourning hall? How can you wander around? "
Then, there was another round of chanting in the Buddhist hall.
The people in the residence said that although this young widow's face was pale, her cheeks were sunken, and her body was thin and weak, she was still too lively.
What was even more frightening was that she actually ate a few pieces of vegetables and half a tael of rice. Slowly, she came back with a rosy face. Amazing, amazing!
Although this person was only sixteen years old, she was a widow. She was also a young widow.
Even if a widow ate a little more oil, walked half a step more, or made a little more unique when embroidering, she would be suspected of being a 'person who couldn't keep her position'.
When Old Madame Zhu heard about it, she cried so much that she couldn't eat for the whole day because the servants doubted her daughter-in-law's reputation.
The next day, the Sixth Young Mistress heard a lot of 'virtuous deeds'.
First, they focused on the Zhang Family next door. Old Master Zhang died, so Madame Zhang cried for seven days without a drop of water. In the end, she cried until she died. The Zhang Family was praised by the county magistrate and built a tall stone memorial arch, which was famous in the county.
When the Sixth Young Mistress heard it, she only said, "Oh."
Old Madame Zhu was disappointed.
Fortunately, there were many virtuous women in South Zhejiang.
Not far away in Yongjia County, Miss Li's fiancé died of illness. She was devastated, so she decided to choose a good day to invite her relatives and friends to witness it. She wanted to die with her husband to prove her loyalty.
The Zhu Family was also one of the relatives. Old Madame Zhu quickly brought the Sixth Young Mistress to observe.
When the seven-year-old Miss Li was hung on the beam, under the encouraging gazes of her parents and clansmen, she stepped onto the stool heroically like a general ascending the throne. She shouted with a tender voice, "Langjun, I'm coming!"
The clansmen, parents, relatives, and idlers below were crying, but they all looked at her as if she was a hero.
Miss Li was satisfied. She stuck her head into the white silk proudly. She laughed and kicked the stool. Her legs were short, so she kicked it a few times, but it didn't move.
Miss Li felt embarrassed. She pouted and was about to cry.
Her father quickly went up and kicked the stool over.
When her apple-like face turned purple, she spat out and reached out to her parents and clansmen. "It's uncomfortable … I, I don't want it anymore …"
Everyone's expression changed. They were suspicious.
Her grandmother quickly explained, "This child is saying that she doesn't want everyone to look at her."
Everyone's expression softened. They quickly followed the words of this young but respectable woman and lowered their heads.
After a while, there was no more sound.
The Li Family's cries shook the sky.
Miss Li's parents and grandmother were all crying. "It's a pity that our daughter is so loyal that she abandoned her parents and relatives."
When the county magistrate heard that there was such a virtuous woman in the county, he was so happy that he wanted to commend her. He also asked if she was willing. If she was willing, he could give her a higher standard.
Although the witnesses had some doubts, they quickly said, "She was willing, she was willing." To show their admiration for Miss Li, they all said, "She was willing."
Hence, the seven-year-old Miss Li became a famous virtuous woman in the county. She built a shrine and a temple. Her family became famous and a part of the taxes was exempted.
On that day, there was a rumor that the Sixth Young Mistress of the Zhu Family, who had always been a widow and had a good reputation, was admiring this virtuous woman from afar when she went to witness the ceremony. She was so excited that she wanted to go forward. In the end, two strong women of the Zhu Family pulled on her arm and gave her a bruise.
A few days later, people in the Zhu Family praised her again. They said that the Sixth Young Mistress' face became paler and her body became thinner. There were even bruises under her eyes. It was said that she fainted a few times in a few days.
Which family's widow was lively and healthy with a rosy complexion? Those were all b * stards who didn't know what "loyalty" was and didn't miss their husbands.
The Sixth Young Mistress of the Zhu Family was the talk of Pingyang County. Even the clansmen of the Zhu Family's ancestral hall were full of praise.
Not long after, it was said that the Sixth Young Mistress of the Zhu Family was allowed to enter the ancestral hall to pray for the Zhu Family.
This was a great honor for him.
In this era, women were not allowed to enter the ancestral hall.
An ordinary woman could only enter the ancestral hall of her family and her husband's family once in her lifetime on the day of her birth and marriage.
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