Chapter 1432
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"Ding, the mission has been completed. The world has ended."
The nineteenth world: Just a bite.
"Mission 1: Catch the rebels and punish them severely (100%)."
"Mission 2: Find the sweetest and most delicious blood in the world (100%)."
"Mission completed, you will receive 4000 gold coins. It will be credited in one minute, please check it carefully!"
Rating: S
Points: 3420700
Gold finger: Ten star cooking skills, praise gold finger.
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I will protect you in the opera, you will call me king of the pear garden.
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In Beijing in the 1930s of the Republic of China, it was autumn. The long autumn day was hidden in the old streets with yellow autumn leaves falling.
There were all kinds of snacks on the streets and steam was rising. Pedestrians wearing simple large gowns were whispering to each other. The vendors were shouting and the young man pulling the rickshaw was wearing a white short sleeved large gown with a washed out towel on his shoulder. He was wiping his sweat while chatting with his companions.
The sun was high in the sky and the sunlight was gentle. The streets of Beijing were still lively.
Several men wearing large gowns were very handsome and gentle.
A man wearing a light blue washed large gown was waving a scholar's fan. His expression was excited and impatient, "Hurry up, if you don't hurry up, the seat I reserved at the Autumn Looking Restaurant will be taken by someone else ~"
"You really didn't hear wrong, is it really Shen Wanqing from Two Lives Spring today?" The man wearing a grey gown on the side was half believing and half doubtful.
The man in the light blue gown waved his scholar's fan and patted that person's head, "Look at what you're asking. If this news is fake, how could it cause such a stir in Beijing? Don't waste time, this Autumn Looking Restaurant has Shen Wanqing's sign hanging outside. Today, she's singing « Peony Pavilion ». If you're late, there won't be any seats left! "
He turned to look at the people behind him and quickly said, "You guys hurry up too, don't blame me if you're late."
"Ai, ai, ai, hurry up, hurry up, there won't be any seats left if you're late."
Everyone impatiently ran towards the Autumn Looking Restaurant.
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The bronze mirror had turned yellow. Inside the room, four to five ladies and gentlemen were busy putting makeup on the few corners in front of the bronze mirror.
At a certain place, the girl in the bronze mirror had clear eyes that were like water, a wisp of black brows that were coiled up like smoke, and a wisp of sorrow and sorrow was locked between her brows. Her long eyes and eyebrows were raised, and she had a large amount of pink makeup on her face. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her eyes were lowered. She looked like a gentle and sorrowful woman.
Jade beads and paintings were pinned in her hair. She stood up and took a step forward, the beads and tassels swaying.
She was dressed in a long white opera dress with a belt around her waist, which hugged her slim waist with one arm. Purple threads of taro mud hooked around her collar, and a few vivid and lifelike butterflies bloomed on her clothes, lightly draping her shoulders.
It was like being imprisoned, yet yearning for the sunlight outside the window.
She rolled her wide sleeves and folded them around her wrists. The woman's snow-white fingertips gently pinched the corner of her clothes. Her index finger was slightly raised, and her sorrowful eyes slowly fell in the direction her fingertip was pointing at.
The woman beside her with two braids approached her in a low voice and said softly, "Miss, the show has begun."
Her red lips, which were painted with light rouge, were full. She opened her mouth slightly, and her voice was clear and melodious like an oriole.
"I know."
She stood up and pinched the corner of her snow-white clothes with her fingertips. She walked slowly and slowly to the back of the curtain, and raised her hand to gently lift a corner.
The first and second floors of the Autumn Looking Restaurant were filled with the officials and merchants of Beijing. There were no empty seats, and there was a pile of melon seeds and a pot of freshly brewed hot tea in front of the table.
She put down the curtain, and with a gentle smile, walked slowly to the front of the stage.
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