Both of them knew the basics.

Now that Lu Qinghuan saw it, Lu Bai had nothing to hide.

"This script of "The Peony Pavilion" was indeed not written by me. It was written by a senior." Lu Bai now had lies at his fingertips. "The copybooks you have are all from him."

Lu Bai sat next to Gu Qinghuan and poured himself a cup of tea, "This senior is a romantic man. He was born in a family of Dingdang Jade. He has a delicate mind and brilliant literary talent, so he can write such a play."

Gu Qinghuan smiled at him, and Quan Dang believed it.

The origins of many of Lu Bai's things were mysterious. She was used to it and was too lazy to ask. Maybe if she continued to ask, these things came from the Immortal Sword Sect.

"The allusions here are very good. I can tell at a glance that you didn't write them. How many of these allusions do you know?" Gu Qinghuan said proudly, "You can't fool me."

"Allusion?" Lu Bai slapped his forehead, forgetting all about it.

The ancients always used allusions in poems and plays. If this was not modified, people in this other world would really not know what they were talking about. But then again, "Do you know the allusion in this?"

Gu Qinghuan looked confused, "Who are you looking down on? After all, my aunt is also a talented woman with a high reputation in Beijing. Doesn't she know these allusions?"

Lu Bai touched his chin, with a thoughtful look on his face, wondering if the panel could be modified thoughtfully?

Lu Bai turned over a leaf, glanced at it, and saw that the panel had been changed. In the second scene, "After Liu Zongyuan" was changed to Liu Dawenhao, who was also famous in the world.

"Not bad, not bad." Lu Bai wanted to give the panel a thumbs up.

However, this panel has no self-awareness, so we can't talk about cross talk with him in a funny way.

Yun Niang brought water in and helped the two of them wash up.

Lu Bai asked Gu Qinghuan to rest for a while, "I haven't slept all night. It consumes too much energy. If you don't get a good rest, you may not look good."

Gu Qinghuan was indeed a little sleepy, "Then I'll just squint for a while."

She reminded Yun Niang that the actors hired and bought in the morning had arrived, and asked them to look at the script on the table, "They will fight for the roles themselves. I'm afraid I only hope to see them on stage singing in half a month."

Gu Qinghuan will never forget the bet between Lu Bai and Wang Changkang.

In her opinion, with the book "The Peony Pavilion", Lu Bai is almost certain to win.

The only problem is that she prays that the original owner of Lu Bai's book will not come to her door. Otherwise, if she wins more than half a month later, she will be laughed at and lose face.

Regarding this, after Lu Bai wiped his face clean, he turned around and reassured Lu Qinghuan, "You can definitely think that I wrote this script!"

This script was given by the production team. Lu Bai had never seen Tang Xianzu and Mr. Tang. He believed that no one would come looking for him, so he reassured Lu Qinghuan.

Seeing how determined he was, Lu Qinghuan felt a little relieved.

Lu Bai asked her to have a good rest and stop worrying about the script, and then went out to have breakfast.

Gu Qinghuan had actually seen it almost.

When I read it again, I picked up important sentences and paragraphs and read them - many of the paragraphs here are really well written.

It's like love that doesn't know where it started, but grows deeper and deeper.

This is how she treats Lu Bai.

Gu Qinghuan closed his eyes and was about to take a nap when he suddenly remembered something, "Have the two theater troupes arrived yesterday?"

Yun Niang is looking through the script on the table.

She shook her head and said, "Madam, please go to sleep first. If they come, I will arrange them properly."

Gu Qinghuan responded and warned: "These people must be well cultivated and their loyalty must be ensured. Some of them may enter the Haoqi Sect and become the disciples of the leader. There are also some who can be of great use to us even if they sing opera

.”

Yun Niang solemnly agreed.

Gu Qinghuan thought for a while and then ordered: "Ask if any of the female disciples I brought here want to learn opera and practice. Also, send a letter to my hometown and ask them to select some young people who like to listen to opera and sing opera."

Yun Niang nodded, "I'll remember it."

She stepped forward to cover Gu Qinghuan's back, lowered the curtain, waited for a while, and then went out after seeing that Gu Qinghuan had no instructions.

Lu Bai had breakfast and left the wine house feeling refreshed.

The sun had just risen now, and the sunlight passed through the shade of the budding trees and dispersed the fog on the streets.

The fog near the river is particularly humid.

The road paved with bluestones was wet.

However, there is a moist and warm breath of warm spring in the air, which penetrates the heart and mind.

As soon as he went out, Lu Bai saw a middle-aged man dressed in silk and satin standing at the door with an uneasy look on his face. He wanted to enter but didn't want to.

"Looking for someone?" Lu Bai got on the horse and looked at the middle-aged man condescendingly.

The middle-aged man was a little afraid of Lu Bai, so he nodded timidly and took out a greeting card from his sleeve.

Lu Bai glanced at it and said, "Go in."

"Yes Yes."

The middle-aged man, who had not made up his mind at first, entered the wine house timidly, and the servant inside quickly reported it to Yun Niang.

Yun Niang asked the female disciple from Yancheng to guard the door of the room. If Gu Qinghuan had any instructions, she picked up the playbook and went to the living room to meet the middle-aged man.

"Please sit down." Mrs. Yun's servant served tea to the middle-aged man and sat down. "Have you thought it through?"

This middle-aged man was the leader of the troupe that was the finale yesterday.

His surname is Zhou.

He built this troupe with his own hands, and he also trained the actors in the troupe with his own hands.

Before coming to the capital, they made a lofty ambition, saying that they would let several disciples enter the opera garden, build up the reputation of their Huanxi Troupe, and make the Huanxi Troupe one of the top theater troupes. From then on, they would embark on a virtuous cycle.

Unexpectedly, Meng Duan made a big fuss with Lu Bai yesterday.

When accepting disciples in Liyuan, they pay attention to talent, but they also pay attention to age.

Once you have the talent and age, the pear garden will not accept you. After all, age is the most important thing in spiritual practice.

After all, not everyone is Lu Bai, and progress is inhumane.

Many people's cultivation still relies on time and hard work. If they are not young, they will probably die of old age and illness before they can improve their realm and extend their lives. So why should they practice?

Therefore, age is a big barrier.

And they are happy with the few characters in the class who can say that after this year, there will be little hope for next year.

Furthermore, there are talented people in the Jiang Shang Dynasty. They have already performed exceptionally well in the finale this year, and they may not be able to enter the last three days of the Mo Family Hall next year.

The leader of Huanxi Club was thinking about it last night and decided to come to the wine house to give it a try.

Lu Bai's realm is so high, his people shouldn't be able to lie.

The class leader thought so in his heart, but still wanted to confirm, "Girl, the practice you mentioned yesterday -"

Yun Niang handed him the script in her hand, "Look at this script."

The class leader took it suspiciously. He looked at the title "The Return of the Peony Pavilion" first, but couldn't see what it was about. He could only slowly open the opera troupe, and then glanced at it, and then his eyes froze.

"This script -" the class leader muttered.

He hurriedly focused on the beginning, and read it carefully this time, and was shocked by the first line of the first play, "A busy person lives in a leisure place. He thinks a hundred times, but there is no place for pleasure. The day is spent and the heart is broken."

Sentence, there is only love in the world that is hard to express."

The troupe leader has been in the opera business for more than half his life, and he still has good taste.

He immediately realized that this was a good play. The words were gorgeous but not gaudy, and the writing was brilliant. It could be said that it was written by everyone at first glance. It could be said that just from the writing style, he knew that the play was exquisite, elegant, and beautiful.

, every movement, every stillness, every frown and every smile, every gesture and gesture is like a painting. When the time comes, the singing will be beautiful, it sounds elegant, like a work of art, it will definitely attract people's attention, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the crowds are empty.

There is no way, in a world dominated by literati, this is what people are good at.

But people with literary talents have gone to write poems, who is allowed to write plays, so such exquisite plays rarely appear.

I just don’t know what this story is like——

The troupe leader was afraid that Yun Niang had become too high, so he hurriedly resisted putting it on the desk, washed his hands and burned incense, took a bath and changed clothes, and then read it three times a day, reading it carefully, indulging in it for a day and feeling the urge to read it, reading every line with pain in his heart at the waste of natural resources.

Scan down.

After reading "I dreamed of a garden, under the plum blossom tree, there stood a beautiful woman, neither long nor short, as if seeing off as welcoming. She said: "Willow, willow, if you meet me, you will be destined to get married and prosper." Therefore, the name was changed.

Mengmei's character is Chunqing. It's exactly: "Dreams of short duration and long duration are just dreams, what year comes and goes!" At this time, the troupe leader was startled.

This seems to be a love story about dreams.

I have to say, this is very novel, just like having never read an online novel before, and then seeing time travel and rebirth. But it is not too deviant. After all, the people who sing these days are the same as Lu Bai who filmed TV series in his previous life.

You have to fall in love. If you don't fall in love, you don't know how to keep singing.

I just don’t know how to love.

The class leader couldn't wait to continue scrolling down, and probably knew the story of falling in love in a dream, dying of grief, and later turning into a ghost, and how they lived happily together again.

At this time, the class leader's heart was completely aroused.

He wished he could take this playbook home now and read it carefully.
To be continued...