Chen and Shen met in front of the Wei Mansion and chatted enthusiastically.
Jiang Yuzhu was about to leave when the waiter from the teahouse came running over again. This time, his expression was obviously much more solemn than when the first floor was smashed.
Jiang Yuzhu understood and took the waiter to a corner to talk: "Did something go wrong?"
"You are so wise. Something has happened."
The guy could be sure that everyone on the first floor was his own people from top to bottom. He was originally a spy for the Wei family and had secretly tried to probe them. He found that no other master would be so tolerant of his servants' mistakes. The spies in ambush eventually betrayed him like him.
However, the Dequan troupe does not belong to Jiang Yuzhu. The troupe has dozens of people, and it is difficult to manage them because of the mixed quality.
"The shopkeeper sent me to manage the food, and sure enough, I saw someone secretly putting chin beans into the food."
The man who got the croton was called Wang Daquan, who was in charge of costumes in the opera troupe.
"After I noticed it, I quietly replaced the food and water to make sure no one had tampered with it."
As for Wang Daquan, he was being tailed by the other guys.
They were afraid that someone else in De's class might have been bribed, so they decided not to alert the enemy.
"Well done, you all have a reward."
Jiang Yuzhu is not stingy. She doesn't scold her subordinates if they do not do well, and she rewards them if they do well.
As I get to know them, I find more and more loyal people around me.
The man was delighted by the compliments, but then he thought of something else and his expression became serious again: "Madam, there's one more thing."
Because Wang Daquan was in charge of the costumes, the shopkeeper thought the costumes might not be safe either.
They sneaked in during the troupe's break and found silver needles hidden in several costumes.
The guys sat together and screened it over and over again, breaking out in cold sweats.
One of them mentioned checking the props. If you don’t check, you won’t know. After the check, everyone fell silent.
"In the play, Zhao Zhe stabbed Jia Xinglin in the left chest with a dagger, and the troupe always used switchblades."
The handle of the switchblade is made of iron sheet wrapped in paper. There is a mechanism inside that can retract it so that it will not cause any harm to people.
"The switchblade suddenly disappeared and was replaced by an identical knife, a real dagger."
Although the dagger is light, it is powerful enough to kill.
Jiang Yuzhu's expression also grew serious. "It seems the mastermind not only wants to shut down the show, but also wants to kill us."
Is it aimed at the entire De class, the first floor, or Jiang Yuzhu herself?
The guy was unsure and wanted to report it to the police, but nothing happened and they had no evidence.
"Don't report it to the police yet, lure the snake out of its hole."
Jiang Yuzhu took a deep breath and instantly had an idea. She gave a few instructions to the waiter, who quickly left to prepare.
It was already getting dark, and hundreds of lanterns were hung in front of the Jingzhao Yin Yamen, making the surroundings as bright as day.
The VIPs in the front row have already taken their seats, and seats behind them are arranged according to ticket prices.
After everyone sat down, they began to taste the fruits, snacks and drinks specially prepared by Jiang Yuzhu.
Originally, the theater fans were not very happy about the change of venue, but now that they saw that even the mosquito incense had been lit, they realized the sincerity of the First Floor.
Whether it’s the First Floor or Yongsheng First Floor, even if the ticket price is expensive, it’s worth it!
When the whole troupe of De started the show, the people heard the news and crowded on both sides.
That was the entire De class. The cheapest ticket cost twenty taels of silver. Even if they couldn't see the show clearly, it was still nice to join in the fun.
Such a grand occasion had been anticipated, and the officials from the government office and the people from the Five Cities Military Commission worked together to maintain order.
As long as the people do not crowd or push each other, they can go to the yamen after the show and receive two eggs as a reward.
Jiang Yuzhu originally wanted to give more, but the chickens in the capital were under too much pressure to lay eggs, and she couldn't collect them all at once.
Jiang Fulu sat in the front row, with Censor Lu and his brother-in-law Li De on his left, and the unnatural Imperial College chief academic Yu Yinian sitting on his right.
Yu Yinian sighed. He just went to the Jiang family to give gifts to thank them for saving his life, but he didn't know how he was dragged into Jiang Fulu's trap.
Jiang Fulu acted as if he was a close friend and even asked him to sleep in the coffin.
Yu Jijiu was a little touched. He had been in contact with Wei Shoufu for many years, but they had never exchanged any secrets with each other.
Naturally, Yu Jijiu began to interact with the Jiang family. This was the first time they appeared together.
"Here, this is the tea that Yuzhu sent. I heard that it was given by the emperor as a reward to my son-in-law. You can all try it."
Jiang Fulu was proud of it. The best mountain clouds and mist produced about 100 kilograms a year, all of which were in the palace.
“Good tea!”
There is no scholar who doesn't love tea. Li De, who held a low official position, unexpectedly infiltrated Jiang Fulu's team and was so excited that he spoke incoherently.
Of course, Jiang Fulu had to give benefits to his own people that no one else could give: "I have packed several copies and will send them to your house later."
Yu Jijiu was a new arrival and didn't understand much. He sighed and said, "Thank you, sir, for your great talent and the emperor's favor!"
Jiang Fulu snorted coldly, blew his beard and didn't respond.
Censor Lu saw it clearly and winked at Yu Jijiu: "Brother Fulu has a good daughter, otherwise how could we follow him and benefit from his glory?"
When Jiang Fulu heard this, he stroked his beard and smiled, "No problem, no problem. I have a promising daughter!"
Yu Jijiu paused, as if he had found the secret to flattery: "Madam Xie is a heroine. If it weren't for her help, I wouldn't be alive."
Jiang Fulu agreed with this and consoled Yu Jijiu, saying, "My daughter Yuzhu is blessed. Your rescue means you have been blessed with great fortune. Your career will surely be smooth in the future."
Several people sat together and chatted animatedly.
After the bell rang, the whole class started to perform, and the scene soon fell silent.
As soon as Xiao Taohong came on stage, the atmosphere reached its peak.
A lot of scenes were cut from the play, starting with the scene where Zhao Zhe kills Jia Xinglin.
On the high platform, the dagger pierced into his chest and blood spurted out immediately.
Seeing real blood, the audience became even more nervous. Even those who were familiar with the plot were attracted by it again.
At this moment, Zhang Tietou, who was in charge of props for Wang Daquan and Dequan's class, jumped out and said, "Oh no! Someone's dead..."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Yuzhu's men dragged him away, covered his mouth and tied him up.
A riot was quickly suppressed.
There were people outside causing trouble and trying to rush in to cause trouble, but they were immediately reported to the police by the surrounding people.
What if this guy messes around and affects the eggs of dozens of people around him?
After a play, someone showed signs of causing trouble and was immediately caught by the alert people and handed over to the police. The atmosphere on the scene was solemn and relaxed, with cheers coming from time to time.
Jiang Yuzhu stood backstage and observed until the show ended more than an hour later without any further accidents.
After Wang Daquan and Zhang Tietou were untied, they were the first to rush to the platform and shout, "Oh no! Someone in Dequan's class has died!"
"Where did the lives come from?"
Jiang Yuzhu was about to send someone to wipe the blood away when Wang Daquan said with certainty, "The man stabbed by the dagger is really dead. This is human blood."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar.
Jiang Fulu did not leave and decided to wait and see what was going on. Everyone was so engrossed in watching the show that they did not notice the "corpse".
"How can you be sure that the person is dead? What is your basis?"
Xie Zhao glanced at Wang Daquan with a cold expression, "Or did you do something?"
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