Chapter 93 Changbanpo (on the shelves tomorrow at twelve o'clock)

Author: Night Rain Lights

Chapter 93 Changbanpo (on the shelves tomorrow at twelve o'clock)

The carriages and horses rushed to the scene, and it was noon by the time the Summer Palace.

The sun was not seen, the weather was cold and the north wind rose again.

There have been a few snowfalls these days, and before they can melt, they accumulate again.

Looking around, the Summer Palace is covered with white space.

The surroundings were guarding each other with lanterns hanging around, eunuchs and palace maids were coming in and out, and occasionally there were concubines and concubines passing by. Who dared to look up and look at them? Immediately, a guard came forward and the mouth of the mouth, and a few people with big ears and shaved their hands and turned dizzy.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, look at you one by one. Those who don't know thought that a group of beggars were really aware of it. If foreigners see it, wouldn't it damage the face of our Qing Dynasty?"

An old eunuch had a dark face, and he looked like he was big-handed and big-footed, but his mouth was a soft voice, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

There were guards on the side carefully checking everyone's clothes and the guys who were eating. After confirming that there was no problem, they led everyone to the large theater in Deheyuan.

"Listen, you are some small characters today. I have invited a few famous actors to sing on the stage and sing a few songs. You will stay honestly behind you. When will those foreigners remember and when will they appear again? If you dare to disturb your good deeds, ten heads will not be enough to kill them."

Since you are a famous actor, you must be a Peking Opera.

The Empress Dowager Cixi's hobbies of Peking Opera also created an unprecedented excitement.

Chen Zhuo stood among the crowd, a little inconspicuous. Taking advantage of the gap between the old eunuch and glanced around quickly, and finally left his eyes at the Yile Hall opposite the theater.

Before he came, Mr. Xu San specifically instructed that this Yile Hall was where the Queen Mother of the Citizen listened to operas. During festivals, during big days, he always liked to listen to it.

Perhaps seeing their appearance of frost and snow was a bit annoying, the old eunuch was too lazy to explain, so he had brought someone to the building where he was acting.

There were also several opera actors from the opera troupe in the building, dressed up, ate dried fruits, and drank hot tea. Suddenly, I saw a crowded group of martial arts, and I couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"What's going on? Why did a group of beggars squeeze in? Don't dirty the costumes, it's expensive."

A word that is neither salty nor light will make people's ears look like a thorn.

Several craftsmen who had been furious for a long time would not be so angry. Someone immediately replied, "It's really dirty."

Although Peking Opera is so popular nowadays, there is a saying in the market that even if you are a pig or a dog, you will never be an actor.

Anyone who has an actor will be laughed at by his ancestors for 18 generations.

These words are cursing people in a corner.

"Hey, fuck!"

With a loud scolding, a date pit was hit in the air at the craftsman who spoke.

This move is so eye-catching that he is still a real martial artist.

The craftsman smiled and his shoulders shook. The braid behind his head was whipped out like a long braid, almost reaching the ground, black and shiny, with a red rope tied to the tail, and his hands were like lightning.

"Bang!"

A whip exploded in the air.

The date pits have flew backwards.

The Wusheng's face changed, and he saw the date pit coming from the door. He hurriedly fell down and avoided the date pit. Then a carp was beaten up and then swept out his legs and pressed them over.

The craftsman is a young man, calm and unhurried, his braid trembled and another bang.

Wu Sheng's chest was so painful that he had been thrust out of the spot and he sat on the ground.

After suffering a loss and showing his ugly face, Wu Sheng's face turned red in an instant. He got up and wanted to take action again, but saw the man wearing a makeup in the mirror curled up slowly and casually said: "Enough!"

"Brother Yang..."

Wu Sheng wanted to say something else, but the man glanced at him and immediately stepped aside.

"I've tried a few names and even forgot my surname. Peking Opera has only been popular for a few days, and I want to be a superior person. They are all brothers, but you can't even give up a place to others... You won't have to follow me in the future."

The man sat upright, with two braids on the top of his skull, and he couldn't even look at the gray-looking martial artist next to him.

"Everyone, it's cold. If it's cold, just drink a little hot tea and you'll take it yourself."

"You are Yang Xiaolou?"

There are also many craftsmen from the martial arts school, or studsmen who are wandering around the world. When they heard that this person’s surname is Yang, they already saw a strange look in their eyes and guessed the other party’s identity.

Although this person is an actor, his martial arts school has a strong foundation. He has also absorbed a lot of internal kung fu's body skills into his dance posture. The martial arts are not fancy at all, and it has a little bit of real fighting. If you only talk about your skills, you are also one of the few masters.

The man turned his face and had only painted his long face white. He just simply hooked a few strokes, hung a pair of swallow-winged eyebrows, two phoenix eyes, and glanced at a group of craftsmen with his eyes swept across the sky.

But his eyes that he had originally withdrawn suddenly fell out again and nailed to a figure in the corner that was closing his eyes and lowering his eyes to nourish his spirit.

It was an inadvertent glance, but Yang Xiaolou did not move his eyes away.

The figure was black and sturdy and short, wearing a standing collar and blue shirt, and was not involved in the fun. She stood very quietly and was inconspicuous. Who else could Chen Zhuo be except for the bone-reducing and disguising?

Yang Xiaolou's eyes flashed slightly, as if he had seen something that surprised him. "Is it the unique skill of changing faces that you are doing?"

Chen Zhuo raised his eyelids and whispered: "It's just a way to go around the world, and it's not as good as your ability to enter the house."

Yang Xiaolou sighed: "It is easy to gain fame in this world, but it is difficult to get into the house... When it comes to changing faces, I think of myself."

He suddenly changed his mind, picked up the teacup beside him, took half a mouthful, and waited until he moistened his throat before swallowing it slowly.

"In the year of Gengzi, a person who would change his face appeared in the capital, and he made a huge reputation. He didn't have much to do, but even if others add up for a lifetime, they might not be able to resist the one thing that man did."

"Rakshasa ghost!"

Several craftsmen have already mentioned who the man was, with different expressions, some of them were shocked and panicked, and some of them sighed with regret and yearn for them.

"I heard that someone has listed him as the number one assassin today. Such a reputation is worth it if he dies."

Yang Xiaolou looked at Chen Zhuo for a few seconds and suddenly said in a shocking voice: "Speaking of it, I have seen this master."

Several craftsmen immediately became energetic and pricked their ears.

Although Chen Zhuo had done several major cases in the capital, he was shocked to others. Because he spent more than a year in the capital, he spent most of his time practicing hard in the Yuanshun Escort Agency, and there were few scenes of appearing. Except for fighting with Lei Tian on stage, he often used a dark knife to do it, and all he did was shameless.

Even Chen Zhuo was surprised when he heard this person say he had seen him.

His thoughts flew in his mind, and he never found any memories related to Yang Xiaolou.

Yang Xiaolou looked at him and whispered: "Year of Yihai, Tianjin, Jinyin Building..."

As soon as a few words came out, he looked at Chen Zhuo's expression and eyes. Seeing that the other party had no reaction, he continued disappointedly: "I was performing in Tianjin at that time. It was not like this now. I was just a little unfamous person. I happened to run into the 'Rakshasa ghost' for full loyalty. I rushed to Guanzhong thousands of miles away, broke into the Jinyin Building, killed the disciple of the divine hand Ao Qing, and left a stone on the sign..."

Speaking of this in one breath, Yang Xiaolou blew the foam on the tea noodles, drank another sip of tea, and said without raising his head, "I went back to take a look a few days ago. The stone is still there, it's so precious."

Chen Zhuo stood in the corner, but his heart did not have much ups and downs.

It’s like when I grow up, I suddenly look back and look at myself again, and I always feel that it’s just that.

But it was another sigh in the ears of others.

"What a pity that character."

"That man is said to have gone south to avoid disaster, and he may not be able to return again in the future."

...

"Difficult? Not hard at all. Hasn't he already returned?"

Yang Xiaolou raised his head, his speech was inexplicable, but what he said shocked everyone.

A few craftsmen looked at me, I looked at you, and then looked at Chen Zhuo's slapped look, and couldn't help laughing.

Chen Zhuo did not react much and laughed twice.

After several life and death experiences, how could he be deceived by someone in a few words?

Yang Xiaolou seemed to have given up and sighed, "It's true that heroes are really great. It was the time when I was captured by his courage and chivalrous spirit that I have the current spirit... I heard that this person is extremely vicious and vicious, like an evil ghost. I originally wanted to visit one or two, but unfortunately I failed to get what I wanted. When I entered the capital, it was already after the Gengzi year."

At this time, a young eunuch came running outside the building, "You haven't dressed up yet? Hurry up, Lord Lao Fu is coming soon, let me ask me which play Mr. Yang sings today?"

Yang Xiaolou looked at Chen Zhuo deeply, turned around and wiped his face.

"Changbanpo!"
Chapter completed!