Zhou Heng smiled, "This idea is good. In addition, you need to work hard on your background cloth. Shopkeeper Li recommends several painters, and there are people in his place.

According to the size of our final stage, use a cloth of appropriate size and draw the whole picture into the background and then decorate it in the front. This way, the scenery is more layered in the distance and near."

Bai Qingyun's eyes shone brightly, and he quickly found a small notebook and wrote it down. After thinking about it, he continued:

"We are rehearsing to the sixth volume now. I don't know when the follow-up will come out. I hope I can see it earlier, so that the theater people can memorize the lyrics earlier, and I can also configure the repertoire."

Zhou Heng looked at Boss Xue, who took out two booklets from his arms and sent them to Bai Qingyun.

"The last two volumes have been printed long ago, but they have not been released on the market. I will show you first when I come here."

Bai Qingyun quickly opened it and opened it. Of course, it was mainly to see the finale. Seeing that both of them became monks in the end, Bai Qingyun let out a long sigh.

"It's good, I thought these two people were going to have to die for love, or Li Xiangjun's tragic death ended, and it would be great if they could live in such a chaotic era, at least they were a sustenance in their hearts."

As he said that, tears flowed down, Zhou Heng was stunned for a moment when he saw Qingyun crying.

Obviously she has been infected by Li Xiangjun. It is really admirable that such a strong woman can do such a grand and vigorous thing without fear of the powerful. However, luck makes people feel sorry for the lovers and their relatives have not finally got married.

However, this is not what Zhou Heng is good at coaxing people. He was a little at a loss for a moment. He touched his body around but couldn't find anything like a veil.

"Qing Yun, don't be too sad, this is just a story."

Bai Qingyun shook his head vigorously, "This is not just a story. The lives of Li Xiangjun and Hou Fangyu and their families, the rise and fall of their families, are so sad and sighing, how can it be just a story."

Zhou Heng blinked, obviously she could no longer get out of that emotion. How to do this?

After thinking about it, Zhou Heng raised his hand and pushed the cup lid of the teacup to the ground. With a crisp sound, the cup lid broke into several pieces.

Such movement interrupted Qing Yun's crying. She quickly got up and walked to Zhou Heng, looked up and down at Zhou Heng, especially his hands, and asked with great concern:

"Are you burned?"

Boss Xue curled his lips, and he saw Zhou Heng's action of throwing the lid into the cup, but he could not expose Bai Qingyun any more.

"It's okay, I just slid my hand and the cup cover off. By the way, you have composed the poems and lyrics in front, so how about singing it for us?"

Bai Qingyun held the handkerchief, wiped the tears on her cheeks, and shook her head slightly.

"I don't have this ability. It's the song played by Doctor Zhou in the car. I just asked them to change the poems that followed, but it's okay to change the style of this song to any seven-character poem."

Zhou Heng suddenly realized, "Well, that's good. This song is now well-known in Beijing. This will also be helpful to your subsequent performances. Have you chosen the role?"

Bai Qingyun stirred the handkerchief and his face flushed.

"The candidate is ready, but Ruan Dacheng was originally an eunuch in the inner palace. I only know that the eunuch in the inner palace speaks sharply, but I have never seen it before, so I feel awkward when rehearsing."

When Boss Xue heard this, he grinned.

"Just ask me, I have seen eunuchs. Their skin is similar to that of women, very white, tender and delicate, without beards, and the tone is not just sharp and thin, but the ending sound is like to be lengthened, and the sound is not as rough as ours."

Bai Qingyun smiled with his mouth closed, reached out to put his hand on the peach blossom fan, and looked at Zhou Heng.

"I wonder if there are real people in the characters in this book?"

Zhou Heng stopped and didn't know how to answer for a while. He couldn't say that this story is the story of his own living in that world.

"This is indeed a real story, but it is not the original dynasty, so I used the nihilistic Ming Dynasty to replace it. As for the detailed characters and names, I still cannot say it. After all, the real story is cruel. How many people can truly fight against fate and put aside secular concepts for love?"

Bai Qingyun stood up tremblingly, stared at Zhou Heng with his eyes wide open.

"You mean, the ending of this story was changed by Doctor Zhou, and it was not the case?"

Zhou Heng nodded, "The front is real. After Hou Fangyu was released from prison, he found Li Xiangjun in Baiyun Temple. The two returned to their hometown in Shangqiu. Li Xiangjun hid his life in hiding his name and changed his surname to Wu and became Hou Fangyu's concubine.

After a happy life, Hou Fangyu was worried about the story of the matter, so he went to Nanjing to cover up Li Xiangjun's identity. During this period, the Hou's mansion learned that Li Xiangjun was originally a famous prostitute, and Hou's father swept Li Xiangjun out.

At that time, she was pregnant. The mother and wife pleaded with each other and were placed in a village. When Hou Fangyu came back, Li Xiangjun was already in a state of illness. Although she was taken back to the Hou Mansion, she passed away within a few days.

After the dynasty changed, Hou Fangyu participated in the imperial examination again and was ridiculed by the world. The two dynasties should be elected by the Prince Hou, who was willing to tell Taohua that Li Xiang. Although he was an official, he was not successful. He resigned from his official position at the age of 35 and wrote a collection of poems and essays. Two years later, he died of depression."

Bai Qingyun opened her mouth slightly and looked at Zhou Heng. The originally sad and hopeful love seemed so fragile. Although the two got married, they were hiding their names and were not accepted by the world. Hou Fangyu was so sorry for her.

After a while, Bai Qingyun sighed and stood up and saluted Zhou Heng solemnly.

"Thank you, Dr. Zhou, for allowing them to have a happy ending in the book. After listening to the real story, I suddenly felt that this ending was the best. I had to bear too much, and this was not something that Li Xiangjun could change."

Zhou Heng nodded, "I will tell you this to let you know that whether we write a script or arrange it into a play, it will make people hold hope. Perhaps the reality is not that perfect, but as long as hope is still there, everything has a future."

Bai Qingyun stood up and looked at Zhou Heng nodded vigorously.

"I understand Doctor Zhou's intention. If possible, can I follow him when Manjushri Pavilion recruits people? I want to select a few more people."

Zhou Heng spread his hands and said, "What's wrong with this? I'll follow us back later and live in the mansion first. Here we can let them rehearse first. As for the set, you just happen to see the painter. Only by communicating carefully can he complete the painting better."

Bai Qingyun thought for a while and patted the small notebook in his hand.

"Okay, the sizes of the various scenes of the theater are all here. I'll arrange them now and let's go now."

As he said that, he got up and went out. Boss Xue came over and touched Zhou Heng's arm.

"I didn't see you so nervous when Xiu'er cried. It seems that Miss Qingyun is still different in your heart."

Zhou Heng looked up and pushed away Boss Xue's arm.

"Xiu'er is my girl. Don't always guess whether I'm okay? Qingyun just saw Li Xiangjun and thought of herself, so it's hard for her to come out of the story. If I don't comfort me, would I watch her immersed in that emotion?

Besides, although I was not anxious, the Queen Mother and the people who read the storybooks were all anxious to watch this play. In another half a month, the theater would be completed. If the plays here are not arranged well, the pressure will be even greater. What should you do if Qingyun asked?"

Boss Xue raised his hands high and quickly begged for forgiveness. These big hats were not something he could bear.

"I'm wrong. Young Master, please don't say it, okay? When I go back to the capital, I will send Miss Qingyun to Manshu Pavilion. She will select people to make background paintings. I will settle the accounts. It's time to send the next volume. I guess there will be a lot of money for this settlement."

When Zhou Heng heard about the silver, he felt a little more comfortable.

"How much money did you make in total?"

Boss Xue calculated by her fingers, "We got 3,600 taels, and it increased a little every half month. If all eight volumes were released, I guess there would be no problem with 5,000 taels."

Zhou Heng nodded, "Well, the theater's revenue must be more than this."

Boss Xue widened his eyes and his fingers trembled.
Chapter completed!