Chapter 284 Miaoshan
Outside Haiyue Cottage, mournful cries could be heard every day.
Lou Li would cover Zhu Huaizhen's ears in time.
A young woman secretly approached Zhu Huaizhen, hoping to save a tragedy, but was sent back by Zhu Huaizhen. Zhu Huaizhen still said that if you want to save someone, take the child with you and don't look back. Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen will prepare a generous amount of money for you.
However, the most urgent thing for the people of Nanchu now is not money, but life.
If you can't even save your life, there's no point asking for money.
So Zhu Huaizhen took Lou Li to listen to the opera, but did not allow Lou Li to sing.
If these young women are not given something to do, they will inevitably become overly compassionate.
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.
While listening to "Peach Blossom Fan", Zhu Huaizhen fed Lou Li the rich and colorful tea 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.
These young women finally sang "Peach Blossom Fan" to a degree of proficiency.
Of course, this is far from the case with their husbands who have been singing opera all their lives.
"Your Highness, a lady named Miaoshan suddenly moved into Guanyin Tower." Tu Mi said softly.
Guanyin Tower was built because of Lady Guanyin and was also abandoned because of Lady Guanyin.
Emperor Ming of Chu was busy flattering the Northern Zhou, Northern Jin, and Southern Yan, and had no time to manage this red building.
"Miaoshan? The secular name of the Thousand-Armed and Thousand-Footed Guanyin Bodhisattva?" Zhu Huaizhen muttered to himself.
"That's right, Your Highness." Tu Mi whispered.
"Tu Mi, just say a few words and don't delay me from listening to the opera." Zhu Huaizhen held his rosy cheeks, smiling like a flower, his eyes moving.
In fact, Zhu Huaizhen didn't want to hear a word.
But she wanted to show some mercy to Tu Mi.
"Madam Miao Shan, when she appeared on the stage, she was dressed in a retro style of the Great Chu, claiming that she had traveled from the Great Chu, following the orders of Concubine Qian. She was born charming and beautiful, and was familiar with the customs and practices of Northern Jin, Northern Zhou, and Southern Yan. She could even cook authentic delicacies of Northern Jin, Northern Zhou, and Southern Yan, and brew traditional wines of Northern Jin, Northern Zhou, and Southern Yan. She was quite popular." Tu Mi thought for a moment and said the key points.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Huaizhen's face changed immediately and he said angrily: "What kind of opera is this? It's terrible. Sing it again."
Just now, the young woman sang "The Injustice of Dou E" with her child.
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.
Zhu Huaizhen also often listened to "The Injustice of Dou E".
The young woman's singing is not bad, but it is easy to empathize with her.
Seeing this, Tu Mi pursed her lips, wondering what her prince was up to.
It was Lou Li, on the other hand, who took Zhu Huaizhen into his arms and waved a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with a pomegranate, cat and butterfly pattern, trying to cool down Zhu Huaizhen's inexplicable anger.
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