He's already crying like that, so let's save some face for him. ...
The third act begins. In fact, no matter how the play is performed, it only involves these six people. Various effects are presented through the actors' lines. For example, at this time they are acting out that they have joined the team from other villages. They are heading outside, and while resting in a place, the youngest daughter suddenly asks her brother, what are refugees, are they refugees?
Among the three sons, the eldest son is the most stable, the second son has the same temper as his father, and the third son is the least courageous. The second son wanted to settle the score with the person who spoke on the spot. The eldest son stopped him and blurted out, "We are refugees." The second son's expression immediately became ugly. He punched his eldest brother in the face, and the two of them wrestled as if they were going to kill each other.
Dad rushed over to save the situation and said the most important lines in this act.
——So what if we are refugees? People whose property was stolen by thieves never feel ashamed of it. Why should we who were displaced by natural disasters be ashamed to mention it? ! We are refugees now, but will we be refugees for the rest of our lives? Those who laugh at you, if you count a few generations back, they may not even be as good as refugees! People only remember those ancestors with noble status. If you look back at the ancestors who were slaves or drove for nobles, do you think they will mention them or not? Remember, your temporary status cannot determine your status for the rest of your life, but if you accept your fate, that will be the end! Listen to Dad, our family will pull together and find a place where we can survive. Once we have taken root, we will no longer be refugees.
The old man held his two sons' heads. The eldest son and the second son looked at each other and obeyed silently. At this time, the youngest daughter began to sing. The lyrics were composed by the scholars hired by Yu Shaoxie. The melodious tune calmed the family. The lyrics described the scenery, and the audience's hearts also became much calmer.
Then several actors dressed as foreigners rushed up from the stage, shouting and hacking left and right. As one of the foreigners grinned and hacked at the terrified little girl with his knife, the curtain was drawn and the manager of the theater came up to tell everyone that the show was over.
audience:"…………"
Just be thankful we don't have knives!
The audiences who were watching the show for the first time were so excited that they wanted to scold the steward to death, while those who had seen the show before could only sigh. This scene happened after every performance, but the steward seemed to be a relative of the King of Zhenbei. No matter what others said, he didn't react. Fortunately, the second act would be performed tomorrow, so they decided to send a servant over in the middle of the night to reserve seats. No matter what, they wanted to be the first to see the second act!
People downstairs left one after another, but Zhao Xingzong was still sitting in his seat in a daze. After a long time, he held his head with a look of despair, not caring about the people around him. He just shouted, "Damn it... Who opened this theater! Isn't he afraid of getting killed by keeping the audience in suspense like this! It is said that this Baibao Street was opened by the King of Zhenbei, why doesn't he care about this place! He is so evil, so evil!"
After saying that, he turned around abruptly, went downstairs in grief and anger, without even looking at Xiao Rong and Qu Yunmie.
Xiao Rong was playing with the peanuts on the table. He looked at Qu Yunmie with some curiosity: "Strange, isn't the king angry? Didn't this person's words offend the king?"
Qu Yunmie glanced at him and said, "It's obvious that those two people who deserve to be killed are not talking about me."
Xiao Rong: "...it doesn't matter if you say it to me?"
Qu Yunmie, you have changed!
Qu Yunmie tapped Xiao Rong's face from a distance and said, "Looking at your expression, I think his words are still euphemistic."
Xiao Rong was stunned. He subconsciously touched his face and found that he was smiling like a fox whose conspiracy had succeeded. The corners of his mouth stiffened. He put down his hand and moved his body unnaturally. He still felt that it was not enough, so he snorted at Qu Yunmie: "Then who am I doing this for? My conscience has long been a snack for the king."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
Do you think I haven't heard the saying that conscience has been eaten by a dog?
But he did not poke at Xiao Rong's self-esteem, quietly looking at Xiao Rong's profile, Qu Yunmie raised his lips: "I know everything."
Xiao Rong turned his head, confused as to where his words came from.
The corners of Qu Yunmie's mouth rose even more: "I know, no matter what you do, it's for me, I'm very happy."
The simplest words and the most sincere attitude made Xiao Rong feel a little embarrassed, but he was unwilling to let him off so easily. Looking up and down at Qu Yunmie's expression, Xiao Rong had to find fault with him: "Just happy, no thanks?"
At this time, there was no one in the theater. Qu Yunmie's laughter echoed throughout the second floor: "Haha, no one."
Xiao Rong: “…………”
Without you, how can you be so confident? ? ?
But Qu Yunmie had already stood up. He only had time today to watch the show with Xiao Rong. After the show, he would go back to the military camp.
Seeing this, Xiao Rong didn't know what to say to him. After Qu Yunmie got on the horse, Xiao Rong looked up and asked him, "Will the king still watch the second act?"
Qu Yunmie lowered his eyes. Xiao Rong's tone was normal, but the way he stared at him revealed a lot. He wanted him to see it.
Qu Yunmie chuckled: "Of course we have to watch. It's not just the scholars who are whetted their appetite."
After getting the answer, without waiting for Qu Yunmie to remind him, Xiao Rong took several steps back on his own initiative. Looking at Qu Yunmie's leaving back, Xiao Rong curled his lips and left in the opposite direction.
If Zhao Xingzong was still alive at this time, he would know that this unreasonable man was the King of Zhenbei that everyone had been talking about, because in the entire Chenliu, only the King of Zhenbei was qualified to ride a horse on any street.
The second day was the sixth day since the collection of essays was launched, and the atmosphere, which had been somewhat calming down, was heated up again.
First, the second act finally started, and the person who wrote the script was a complete jerk, attracting everyone to see whether the little daughter was dead or not, but in the first act, the father died first. …
This alone made everyone so angry that they wanted to point at the author's nose and curse, "Look at what you wrote. Are you still a human being?"
It is said that the scholar that Yu Shaoxie found has been staying indoors all day recently, for fear that people would know that it was written by him. The real culprit is Xiao Rong, who had already determined how the plot would develop. He is observing the reaction of the scholar when he sees the second question.
He asked three questions. The first question tested people's character and their views on politics, the second question tested people's thinking ability and deeper social concepts, and the third question was the real test of literary literacy. However, among these three questions, the third one was the most difficult.
Because everyone could give an answer to the first two questions, no matter whether the answer was good or not, at least there was an answer. But for the third question, they didn't need to write a long article, just make a couplet. He used the later "Eternal Absolute". For more than a thousand years, no one had been able to pass all the requirements. Either the meaning was not up to standard, or the parallelism was not up to standard, or the prosody was not up to standard. In short, no matter what answer was given, Xiao Rong could find something wrong. This was the insurance that Xiao Rong gave him on the gold mountain, to ensure that no one could take the 10,000 gold away.
However, the reason why he did this in the first place was because the Zhenbei Army really had no money. Now that the accounts are more relaxed, if he really gives out this ten thousand gold, it will not make them short of money anymore.
So Xiao Rong put away this idea. He thought that if the candidate could write an essay worthy of the first place in the first two questions, even if there were some unsatisfactory parts in the third question, as long as it was roughly the same, he would just let the candidate pass.
But after learning of his idea, Song Shuo snorted and laughed on the spot.
Xiao Rong: “…”
He said unhappily, "Just say what you want to say, don't try to use such tricks."
Song Shuo curled his lips. Xiao Rong was becoming less and less lovable.
He leaned back and said lazily to Xiao Rong, "Do you think that this collection of essays is still under your control? If there is really a great talent who can answer all three questions with unrivaled skills, then it's fine. Everyone will accept the defeat and not do anything that will hurt their reputation. But if this person cannot satisfy everyone, even if there is only one problem in his essay, when you choose this person as the champion, everyone will attack this person, you, and the entire Zhenbei Palace. You know how petty the writers are, don't you?"
Xiao Rong: “…………”
He blinked his eyes and asked Song Suo in confusion: "But there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. No matter what kind of article you show to everyone, there must be problems. According to what you said, doesn't it mean that there is no way to select the first place?"
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