Chapter 467 Recruitment

After the plaque of Taoyao Tower was hung up, Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen stayed on the eighth floor to listen to opera.

Zhu Huaizhen was seen lying on a beauty couch surrounded by lacquered and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, holding a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, moving it back and forth, his posture as lazy as a Persian cat.

Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.

I was still listening to "Peach Blossom Fan", paired with that rich and colorful cup of sesame salt, bamboo shoots, chestnuts, loofah kernels, walnut kernels, spring immortal seagull, swan osmanthus, rose and brine, and Lu'an sparrow tongue bud tea.

Of course, how can we miss Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?

Sugar-heart abalone, pineapple sea cucumber, white shark lips, young deer tendons, claw meat, golden shark fin, ivory clam meat, spider fish glue, quail eggs, ham, pork ribs, clean winter bamboo shoots, king oyster mushrooms, chrysanthemum mushrooms, wild pine mushrooms, morels, snow bamboo fungus, Shaoxing wine, eighteen ingredients, eighteen delicious flavors. The moment you lift the lotus leaf covering the jar, the rich meaty aroma is so fragrant that even a Buddha would jump over the wall.

"Your Highness, why don't you move to the ninth floor?" Tu Mi teased.

"Tu Mi, the ninth floor is unlucky." Zhu Huaizhen curled his lips and rolled his eyes.

The ninth floor was originally inhabited by the owner of Jiangxue Tower, Chen Nuo, who was driven away by Zhu Huaizhen.

After hearing this, Tu Mi was a little amused and forgot the purpose of her visit.

What was she going to do? She touched her head, feeling very troubled.

As a result, her prince leisurely ordered a performance of "The Peony Pavilion".

It turns out that all the vibrant flowers are now abandoned to the broken wells and dilapidated walls. What can be done about the beautiful scenery? Who can enjoy the joyful moments? Morning flies and evening rolls away, clouds and mists adorning the emerald pavilion; raindrops and wind, misty waves and painted boats - the people of the brocade screen look down upon this beautiful time.

Haha, this is not the first time that her prince has listened to opera in such a jumping manner.

"Tu Mi, do you want to tell His Highness the recruitment requirements?" Qiu Niang brought over a plate of translucent rice cakes.

After hearing this, Zhu Huaizhen smashed the flower ci and actually nodded for Tu Mi.

"Your Highness, what are your recruitment requirements?" Tu Mi asked.

"You have to be able to sing opera." Zhu Huaizhen smiled like a flower, his eyes moving.

"Your Highness, does a waiter need to be able to sing opera? Does a cook need to be able to sing opera? Does a shopkeeper need to be able to sing opera?" Tu Mi rubbed his forehead.

"Tu Mi, I think it's enough if you need it." Zhu Huaizhen shook his head and laughed.

If she couldn't make some ridiculous demands, how could she teach the world that she was simply recruiting workers?

Besides, the Taoyao Army, which cannot sing opera, cannot hide itself and is of no use for the time being.

"Your Highness, what are they going to do?" Tu Mi asked casually.

"Sing "The Injustice of Dou E." Zhu Huaizhen smiled sweetly, her grape eyes clear and bright.

The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.

Tsk tsk, this "The Injustice of Dou E" is quite difficult. Her prince is determined to make all the soldiers in the Taoyao Army actors.