Chapter 369 Beast Fighting
"Your Highness, you are joking. We don't have an arena here." The Purple-Robed Man answered without hesitation.
After he finished speaking, the air suddenly became quiet.
Zhu Huaizhen held the Shuanglong Begonia luminous cup and tasted the chilled wine.
Lou Li continued to peel the crabs with his head down, kneeling on the ground and feeding the crab roe and crab meat to Zhu Huaizhen.
"Your Highness, would you like to listen to an opera? Perhaps you have never heard of the operas we perform here?" The Purple-Robed Guest pondered for a moment and tried hard to put on a smile with a hint of flattery.
"What play?" Zhu Huaizhen asked casually.
"A lot." The Purple-Robed Guest's smile became even softer.
She thought that Princess Ronghua was finally interested in listening to opera.
I will always remember your kindness, I will always think of the quiet Nanshan Mountains, I will miss the rustling of the purple bamboos, the moon like a hook, and the light of the stream swaying the house like a boat.
This is "Butterfly Dream", gentle and delicate.
The young nun was only 28 years old and had her hair shaved off by her master in her prime. I am a girl, not a man, so why do I have a yellow belt around my waist and wear a straight robe?
This is "The Sea of Sin", the melody is sad and beautiful.
Yingtai isn't a girl, so why does she have an earring? The earring has a reason, so why are you suspicious, Brother Liang? There are many temple fairs in the village, and every year I play Guanyin. Brother Liang, you should focus on writing. Don't think about your future, hairpins and skirts. From then on, I dared not look at Guanyin.
This is "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai", which is full of helplessness.
He taught me to let go of my lingering hatred, to avoid my coquettish anger, to reform myself, and to change my character. Let go of the fleeting water, turn back from the sea of suffering, and quickly realize the true meaning of life. This is the unpredictability of this life, and I don't want reunion today. Looking back at the prosperity, it seems like a fleeting dream, and the remaining life is left to the turbulent waves.
This is "The Peony Pavilion", full of vicissitudes of life.
Red tender hands, yellow wine, the city full of spring colors, palace walls covered with willows. The east wind is bad, joy is thin. A heart full of sorrow, years of separation. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is the same as before, but I am thin and empty. Red tears soak through the silk gauze. Peach blossoms have fallen, and the pool pavilion is empty. Though the mountain oath remains, it is difficult to entrust a letter. No, no, no!
This is "The Golden Hairpin", which is sad and mournful.
"I've heard it all. It's boring." Zhu Huaizhen shook his head slightly.
To be honest, it’s not as good as her favorite "Peach Blossom Fan".
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.
"Purple-Robed Guest, Zhen'er has seen all kinds of wealth and glory. None of the things you recommended can impress her. Why don't you take us directly to the Colosseum?" Lou Li curled his lips and smiled, as if smiling but not smiling.
"Princess Ronghua, we really don't have an arena here." The Purple-Robed Man bit his lip and stamped his feet anxiously.
"Forget it, Ali, let's leave Happy Island." Zhu Huaizhen's face fell instantly.
"Zhen'er, they haven't finished shopping yet." Lou Li said softly.
When had Lou Li ever been so considerate? He just wanted to get rid of them.
Zhu Huaizhen understood that Lou Li was retreating in order to advance.
"Purple-Robed Guest, let's do this. Ali and I will burn incense, take a bath, and take a nap." Zhu Huaizhen curled his lips.
After hearing this, the purple-robed guest became disheartened and hesitated to speak.
"Purple-Robed Guest, why are you still standing there? You don't think that Zhen'er and I are just sleeping, do you?" Lou Li's voice became cold, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even colder.
For some reason, the Purple Shirt guest felt a surge of fear, his legs and feet weakened, and he almost knelt down. He said weakly, "There really isn't an arena on Happy Island, only a tomb of beauties."
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