Chapter 450 Baihua Theater
Lan Xiyue walked straight to the long table by the window, where a lot of unprocessed medicinal herbs were spread out.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair wrists, and began to tinker with it attentively again.
Chuchun sat quietly on the embroidery cushion a little further away, took out the needle and thread and the unfinished embroidery from the small basket she carried with her, and began to embroider the flowers carefully with her fingertips.
The two maids kept quiet tacitly so as not to disturb the princess who was immersed in her own world of medicinal fragrance.
Time flows quietly with the gentle sound of the pestle and the subtle sound of the needle and thread passing through the brocade.
After an unknown amount of time, a crisp, lively voice, filled with obvious joy, broke the silence in the room:
"Yueyue!" Along with the call, a pretty figure in a goose yellow dress rushed in hurriedly. It was Qian Duoduo.
Lan Xiyue heard the voice, put down the half-pounded herbs in her hand, looked up at the person who came, "Duoduo is here."
Qian Duoduo quickly jumped in front of Lan Xiyue, his big eyes sparkling with excitement. He couldn't wait to grab Lan Xiyue's hand and said, "Yueyue, great news! A fantastic acrobatic troupe has recently arrived in Beijing. It's going to be so exciting! They're currently staying at the Baihua Opera House. I heard they open on time every day!"
She shook Lan Xiyue's arm, "Come on, come on, I snuck out here just to find you! Let's go to the Baihua Theater to watch a show together! I guarantee it'll open your eyes!"
Lan Xiyue looked at Qian Duoduo's beaming, spitting merrily, and couldn't help but smile. She jokingly said, "It's just an acrobatic troupe, but you're so excited, like you've found some rare treasure."
Qian Duoduo took Lan Xiyue's arm and shook it coquettishly, his voice rising a few notes: "Yueyue! You don't know, I went to see it yesterday, it was so wonderful!"
Her eyes lit up, as if she were back to the shocking scene of yesterday. "Especially that 'resurrection' they did. I saw with my own eyes a living person enter that big wooden box. They banged around the box, muttered something, and then suddenly opened it—wow! It was completely empty inside! The person just vanished out of thin air! I've never seen such a miraculous trick in my life!"
Chu Xia, who was standing by, opened her mouth slightly when she heard this, her round eyes filled with astonishment: "Miss Qian, is it really so magical? How...how on earth did they make people disappear? This is too amazing!"
Qian Duoduo raised her eyebrows proudly and patted her chest to assure him, "It's absolutely true! I watched it from beginning to end yesterday with my eyes wide open and holding my breath, but I didn't see a single flaw!"
Even Chuchun, who was always calm and sitting aside embroidering, was aroused by this description. She couldn't help but put down the needle and thread in her hand, looked up at Qian Duoduo with an inquiring look on her face.
A strange ripple arose in Lan Xiyue's heart. She frowned slightly and murmured in a low voice that only she could hear: "Here... there are magic shows too? And 'surreal living people'... this..." Could it be that he was a time traveler from modern times like her?
"Yueyue, what are you mumbling to yourself?" Qian Duoduo didn't hear clearly and asked with his head tilted in confusion.
Lan Xiyue suppressed her doubts, stood up, and adjusted her skirt. "Nothing, let's go. I want to see for myself whether it's really as magical as you say."
When Qian Duoduo heard this, she immediately smiled and vowed: "I guarantee you will be shocked when you see it! Come on, come on, don't dawdle!" She pulled Lan Xiyue and walked out.
Lan Xiyue shook her head helplessly, said nothing more, and let Qian Duoduo pull her out the door.
The group boarded the carriage that had been prepared long ago, and the wheels rumbled as they drove straight to the "Baihua Theater", the most lively theater in the city.
After getting off the carriage, Lan Xiyue looked up and saw a striking vermilion-painted sign hanging high above the theater's door lintel. On it were written in large characters in a flamboyant style: "Amazing Magic, Transforming a Living Person."
Next to it were the titles of several short plays being performed today, written in small letters.
Lan Xiyue's eyes were fixed on the four words "transmigration", and the doubt in her heart was like a stone thrown into a quiet pond, causing ripples even wider - this name, this gimmick, was a bit too "modern".
Could it be... that there really are other "comrades" who have traveled through time and space here?
"Yueyue, what are you daydreaming about? Come in quickly!" Qian Duoduo urged impatiently, pulling Lan Xiyue inside.
The maid Xiaohong had already cleverly gotten off the carriage and quickly stepped forward to pay the waiter at the door.
Lan Xiyue took a deep breath, and with full of curiosity and a hint of vigilance, she followed the crowd into the noisy theater.
The theater was bustling with people and the lights were dim. The air was filled with the scent of tea, snacks, powder, sweat, and wooden furnishings.
Qian Duoduo was quick-witted and pulled Lan Xiyue to sit in a seat in the front rows with a good view.
At this time, many spectators had gathered in the hall, and the buzz of discussion was endless.
Qian Duoduo leaned close to Lan Xiyue's ear and lowered his voice, "Yueyue, the show hasn't started yet. We have to wait a while. Luckily we came early."
Lan Xiyue glanced at her sideways and said unhappily, "So you were so anxious just now, wanting to fly over here, just to grab a seat?"
"Of course!" Qian Duoduo said confidently, "You don't know how grand it was yesterday. The place was full half an hour before the show started! If you come late, you won't even be able to squeeze through the door!" She looked experienced.
Lan Xiyue heard this and stopped asking questions. She simply cast her gaze towards the empty stage, her heart churning. Was this "transmigration" the modern magic she knew, or some unknown trick of this era? Or... was it truly a coincidence that couldn't be ignored? She had to see it with her own eyes.
At this time, the clever waiter in the theater carried a tray and flexibly shuttled through the narrow aisles, serving warm tea and a few plates of common melon seed snacks to the guests at each table.
Lan Xiyue casually picked up the white porcelain teacup in front of her, brought it close to her lips, and took a sip.
The tea tasted slightly bitter, with a hint of old leaves. She frowned imperceptibly - her taste buds had long been pleasing to the taste buds of the finest tea.
She calmly placed the teacup back on the low table and stopped touching it. She just sat there quietly, her eyes focused as she waited for the show to begin.
Qian Duoduo beside him couldn't sit still. He was still very interested and lowered his voice to describe to Lan Xiyue how shocking yesterday's performance was and how it drew applause from the whole audience.
Lan Xiyue just listened quietly, nodding slightly occasionally, most of her mind immersed in her own thoughts.
Before long, the noise in the theater became louder and louder, like boiling water.
Looking up, the halls on both floors were already crowded with people, and every seat was occupied.
Various conversations, calls, and the sound of cracking melon seeds mixed together, forming a huge wave of sound that hit the eardrums.
Lan Xiyue was a little annoyed by the noisy environment, and her delicate brows were slightly furrowed.
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