"Diet from illness half a year ago?" Huo Weilou frowned, "What's the disease?"

Qian Guanjia said with a trembling voice: "It's tuberculosis, which cannot be cured. It took half a year to delay the treatment. The doctor asked for medicine to treat him, but he still couldn't. He died half a year ago. To be honest, among the few writers, the master had high hopes for him and wanted him to write more scripts. But who would have thought that he was not so lucky..."

"After his death, Li Yuchang occupied the playbook of "Resurrection" and said he wrote it?"

Qian Guanjia Ben was afraid that the dead were the most important thing and dared not say bad things about Li Yuchang, but Huo Weilou's interrogation was not a joke, and he dared not hide it anymore, so he honestly said: "It's not so. After Chen Xiucai's death, this playbook was not in Chen Xiucai's hands, but in the hands of Liu. The master used some good words to coax Liu to hand over the playbook. Then the master re-edited it, which became the current "Resurrection" and naturally signed it as the master."

Huo Weilou's eyes were slightly darker, "Why is the playbook at Liu Huiniang?"

Mr. Qian sighed, "Chen Xiucai and Liu Jiao are fellow villagers. Later, when they entered the garden, they were quite close to Liu Jiao. And... Liu Jiao is beautiful and has a good voice. Everyone knows that she will definitely become a star in the future. Chen Xiucai naturally goes to Liu Jiao and edits the previous dynasty playbook for Liu Jiao. It's a pity that he is a short-lived person and has suffered such incurable diseases early in the morning."

"Before he died, he often talked about opera with Liu. Later, he died. The playbook was with Liu. Liu was quite sad. At first, he said that the author of the play was dead, and this play was awesome. She stopped singing, just wanted to leave a memory. But our opera troupe has not released a popular playbook for many years, so the master naturally refused to agree. Later, he slapped it for several months before Liu took out the playbook. The master thought about it all day and had a little bit of ambiguous."

"No one has ever sang this script. The master thought that this time he went to the capital to sing in the Hou Mansion for a month, which would make "Resurrection" famous. Maybe our opera troupe can still gain a foothold in the capital. The master always wanted to open an opera house in the capital..."

Manager Qian told him what he knew. After hearing this, Huo Weilou fell into deep thought. The play was indeed not written by Li Yuchang, but the original author had died of illness. What happened half a year ago? If Chen Hanmo's death was done by man, was it someone who avenged Chen Hanmo's death this time?

Huo Weilou said again: "After Li Yuchang took over the playbook, in addition to editing, he also added new plays?"

Manager Qian shook his head quickly, "Although this script has not been finished, there are enough of it. In two or three months, it will take me to edit, compose music, and let the actors rehearse. The master has no choice but to arrange a few main shows first, and it will be easier to go on stage when I go to the capital. The script seems to be just about to end, so I am not in a hurry."

Since Li Yuchang has never added a show, who added the last show?

Huo Weilou's mind had a red look with Liu Huiniang's eyes. Liu Huiniang knew the best about what "Resurrection" was about, and the script was taken from her. This person who added the play had no other choice except her.

"Tell me about Liu Huiniang." Huo Weilou suddenly said.

Although Mr. Qian is a little slick, nowadays, his relationship with Li Yuchang is the simplest, while the rest of the Yuchun class don’t know if there is any inside story behind it.

When Mr. Qian heard this, he was a little confused and seemed to think that Huo Weilou's suspicion of Liu Huiniang was unreasonable. He said, "Hui Niang bought it seven years ago. He learned from Song Jiao for five years. He started to appear on stage three years ago. He became very popular when he first appeared on stage. In our opera troupe, we were able to compete with Song Jiao. That is, at that time, their relationship with master and apprentice was not good. Later, the master valued Liu Jiao very much, and they became more and more unfavorable. Last year, Song Jiao's voice was no longer good, and Liu Jiao's reputation became higher in the team."

"Everyone in Yuchun's class wants to have a meal, so naturally whoever is the most popular will hold him. This is impossible." Mr. Qian sighed, "All Liu, everyone is very talented and willing to learn, and they are quite friendly and kind, so everyone is willing to hold her. The master loves her even more."

"I love her even more?" Huo Weilou's narrow eyes keenly captured this sentence.

Manager Qian looked dodging and did not dare to meet Huo Weilou's scrutiny eyes. Ke coldly scolded him, "The Marquis is asking, are you mute?"

Mr. Qian's lips trembled slightly and said, "It's... the master originally had a wife who was originally married. Later, the wife passed away and left a young master. Later, the master did not marry again. Moreover, the opera singers bought were signed with a contract, just like family servants, and they were willing to be loved by the master-"

Speaking of this, the meaning was very clear. Huo Weilou's eyebrows slightly raised, and Bo Ruoyou, who was beside him, also changed his face slightly. Butler Qian seemed to feel that he had said something he shouldn't say, so he asked for a supplement: "They... were all like goods in their hands. Even if they went to other families, they were all maids and concubines. When they arrived at the master, they could let them perform on stage and perform well. If they were more decent, they could still get some decent. It was a blessing that they could not get."

"But these things are not worthy of being told by outsiders. If others know clearly, their value will drop. However, there are many people who know the inside story. Everyone is tacit, so I'll be happy to listen to the opera." Qian said as he glanced at Huo Weilou, "In fact, an actor is half a prostitute. This is the same in those theaters outside. There are also many actors who sing well, and there are many concubines who have become wealthy families..."

Mr. Qian's voice became less and less, and Huo Weilou asked, "Is this true for everyone in the opera troupe?"

Manager Qian nodded with a little cringe, "The master loves acting and becomes a fool. He doesn't like taking concubines. It's not just about being beautiful. If anyone sings well, he will like it..."

Huo Weilou was silent for a moment, "Do you say "Resurrection" was written by Chen Hanmo, so was he written specifically for Liu Huiniang?"

Manager Qian nodded, "That's true, everyone Liu himself also likes this playbook very much."

"Is Liu Huiniang's relationship with him close?"

Manager Qian hesitated for a moment and said, "It should be... that they are very close. They both feel a little cherished each other, otherwise they would not have talked about the play together. When Chen Hanmo wrote, everyone Liu also helped a lot. The relationship between Chen and Liu in this play was once unhappy. However, the relationship between humans and ghosts was quite touching, so the master did not change it."

Huo Weilou raised his hand and threw the half of the playbook in front of Butler Qian, "Look at the handwriting of Li Yuchang on it."

Mr. Qian wiped his sweat and hurriedly went to see the script. Seeing that the script was burned to a half, he was quite puzzled where Huo Weilou got this thing. However, after looking through it carefully for a moment, he shook his head, "This is Chen Daizi's handwriting, not written by the master..." He frowned slightly, "This is the master's book, which should be placed in a box. After the master used Chen Daizi's book, he compiled a new one himself, which is similar, but more refined. When he talked to Liu and the others, he used a new playbook. When the villain packed the relics for the master the night before, the playbook had been put away by the villain."

Huo Weilou frowned slightly, "You said this play should be placed where Li Yuchang?"

Manager Qian nodded confidently, "The master will not let outsiders see this playbook. Isn't it mean that others know that this playbook is not written by him? Not many people know about it, but villains count, and Liu counts one. Chen Daizi is really a nerd who has read too much. He doesn't have much interaction with others in the garden, so there shouldn't be many people knowing it."

Huo Weilou pondered for a moment, "Call Liu Huiniang to come."

Butler Qian was taken down and guarded the corridor outside. Soon, Liu Huiniang came down from the second floor. It was already dark. Liu Huiniang was wearing her head and her ink hair was loosely tied up, with a very charming charm. She walked over and the fragrance was floating on her body. She walked to Butler Qian and looked at him with a questioning look. Butler Qian felt guilty and dared not look at her.

Seeing this, Liu Huiniang looked a little heavy, but when she got into the tea shop, her face scattered, but she looked calm and respectful, with a slightly bent lips, and even a little smile. Although she had not applied any makeup, she was already beautiful and charming. At this moment, she came with her plain face, which made her look even more pleasing to the eye, and I felt pity for her.

"Greetings to the Marquis." Liu Huiniang begged Ting to salute.

Huo Weilou asked without moving: "Have you ever taken away his things after you sent Li Yuchang back that night?"

Liu Huiniang was slightly surprised, "Take away the things? The young lady didn't know what the marquis meant..."

Huo Weilou's phoenix eyes turned cold, and Liu Huiniang was also nervous when she looked at her. Her eyes turned slightly, "At that time, the civilian girl sent the master back to the cabin, and then helped him lie down and left. When the civilian girl left, the master was still doing a good job."

Huo Weilou raised his eyebrows slightly, "Later, when he returned to the room, what did you do?"

Liu Huiniang continued: "The folk girl sang the "Resurrection" for a long time, until her voice became hoarse and the folk girl stopped. At that time, it was probably the second midnight. At that time, many people around the folk girl heard some of them."

Not to mention the people around her, even Bo Ruoyou remembered that he had heard her sing a opera half-dream and half-awake.

Liu Huiniang folded her hands in front of her, with a gentle look and a straight back in the hall.

Huo Weilou's eyes were dark and unclear. Someone went to the west side building tonight to burn a storybook. What he burned was the storybook that should have been placed in Li Yuchang. It was hard for Liu Huiniang to have a second person to think about it, and Liu Huiniang's calm appearance was also quite surprising.

"Mr. Marquis, I wonder why the Marquis asked this question? Is it strange that the Master's death? "Liu Huiniang was neither humble nor arrogant, and even asked Huo Weilou on his own initiative.

Huo Weilou looked at Liu Huiniang and suddenly said, "The play you and Li Yuchang said that night was "Resurrection", but there are many plays in this play. Which one did you say that night?"

Liu Huiniang said calmly: "What she said is the third-part "Love Bell", "Returning the Soul" and "Farewell".

The serious expression on Huo Wei dissipated, and then he leaned on the back of the chair lazily. He said lightly: "It's interesting to listen to. Let's talk about this three-part drama."

Liu Huiniang is naturally very familiar with the drama that she sang and was about to go to the capital for a stage day. Although she was a little confused about why Huo Weilou asked this, she still answered very naturally. "The first time in "Love Bell" is to make Chen Lang and Miss Liu love each other and express their feelings. "Returning to the Soul" means that after Chen Lang died, she was worried about Miss Liu's difficulty in entering the cycle of reincarnation, and turned into a ghost to meet Miss Liu. "Farewell" means that in order to save Chen Lang, Miss Liu sternly forced Chen Lang's ghost to return to the Yin Realm."

Huo Weilou casually tapped his chair arm with his fingertips, "I heard that this play has not been finished yet, what do you plan to deal with it? Will you still sing "Resurrection" in the future?"

Liu Huiniang sighed when she heard this, her eyes turned red again, "The master is dead, this drama will never end. The folk girl can't continue singing. Every time she sang, she would think of the master. It's really sad. When she returned to Luozhou, she still didn't know how the Li family would deal with us. If the opera troupe stopped doing it, we all didn't know where we were going."

The more Liu Huiniang said, the more sad she became, with tears in her eyes, and Huo Weilou's eyebrows and eyes also felt a little worried, "All your body is in the Li Mansion?"

Huo Weilou's tone was gentle, as if he had changed his personality just now. Liu Huiniang said with a slight ease: "Yes, all the women signed a dead contract, and I really don't know how to deal with us."

Huo Weilou nodded, "You are not yet in the Double Ten years old, and you can't rely on returning to Luozhou like this. The talent you have to lose in the play is also quite regrettable."

Liu Huiniang wiped the corners of her eyes, as if she was really sad.

Huo Weilou turned his eyes and asked Eunuch Fu, "Does Hong'er like her very much?"

Eunuch Fu was stunned and nodded immediately, "Yes, the prince said that it is difficult to see a person like Liu in the capital. He originally wanted to go to the Hou Mansion to listen to the meeting. Now they are not going to the capital. The prince sighed for a while yesterday."

Seeing this, Liu Huiniang was a little dazed. At first, she thought that Huo Weilou called her to come because it was related to Li Yuchang's case, but she didn't expect that the conversation would change, and she talked about the show and her future.

At this time, Huo Weilou looked at Liu Huiniang, "If you were asked to go to the capital, would you like to go?"

Liu Huiniang was slightly surprised, and Bo Ruoyou, who was beside her, also frowned slightly. She looked at Huo Weilou, not knowing whether Huo Weilou's words were true or false.

Liu Huiniang's hand fell in front of her was very tightly squeezing, "If the marquis had an order, the people's daughter would naturally be unable to ask for it, but... the people's daughter signed a dead contract..."

Eunuch Fu smiled and said, "Miss is too worried. What kind of death contract is not dead? If the Marquis speaks, the girl will be free."

Although Liu Huiniang has some reputation, she is a slave who signed a dead contract. She has a low status. When she wants to praise her, she calls her Liu Jiao. When she doesn't want to praise her, she is like a lower-class person in a tile house. Now Huo Weilou shows some favor, and no matter who it is, she must be grateful and yearn for it.

However, Liu Huiniang's lips moved a few times, but she did not answer immediately.

Huo Weilou looked at her and said, "What, don't you want to?"

Liu Huiniang's eyes changed a lot, and she hesitated and said, "Being able to enter the capital and be with the prince is naturally a blessing for the young woman to cultivate in her previous life, but... it is just a young woman..."

Huo Weilou said, "If I really make the prince happy, I will give you a title."

Liu Huiniang held her hands tighter, "The folk girl naturally couldn't get it, but... the folk girl had a low status, and she also... she had also committed herself to others and was not worthy of being by the prince."

Liu Huiniang lowered her eyebrows and her face turned pale. Although she was quite embarrassed to speak about this, she was more nervous and afraid, as if she was afraid that Huo Weilou would really take her into the capital.

"You are good at playing and having committed yourself to others is nothing. The title you give you is not that heavy. As long as you serve the prince wholeheartedly." Huo Weilou seemed to have seen a strong storm. When he said this, his tone was not despicable.

Although people at that time valued the innocence of women, there were still widows in the folk. There were already many wealthy families who became maids and concubines in brothels. If Liu Huiniang was an actor like this, her status was humble and she was the director of the play, and her innocence was not the primary priority.

Having said that, Liu Huiniang was still squeezing her hands without saying anything. Her forehead was full of sweat and she still looked hesitant. Huo Weilou looked at her and suddenly said, "It seems that you already have something to do with you."

Liu Huiniang pursed her lips tightly, and Huo Weilou continued: "You have this heart, Chen Han has knowledge under the Moquan, I think I can get some comfort."

Liu Huiniang suddenly raised her head, and she looked at Huo Weilou with disbelief. She seemed to have never expected Huo Weilou to suddenly mention the name Chen Hanmo. Her pupils trembled slightly, but she forced herself to calm down, "Mr....How did the Marquis know Mr. Chen?"

Huo Weilou looked at her narrowly, "The Resurrection of the Soul was written by Chen Hanmo. The playbook describes the love between Chen and Liu, but it is difficult to get married. His surname is Chen, your surname is Liu, and he wrote it specifically for you, but he wrote it for him? He brought the love between you and the two of you into the playbook, but he didn't want a prophecy, and he really made you separate from yin and yang. Unfortunately, the playbook is just a legendary play. He has been dead for half a year, and his ghost is afraid he has never come back to see you."

Liu Huiniang's face was as white as paper, and her slender body was very tight. "Mr.... I guess I heard from Mr. Qian. "The Resurrection" was not written by the master, but the girl and Mr. Chen just sang and cherished each other. It was not what the Marquis said, but I had an affair with both of us. Everyone in the family class performed their duties. The girl and other opera actors were all masters and maids, so they were not allowed to have personal relationships with others."

Huo Weilou suddenly realized when he heard this, "It's so? Then, in this way, Chen Hanmo had a delusion about you. Li Yuchang was kind to take him in and offered him food and clothing, but he coveted his benefactor's concubine and said that he failed. He thought that he had only learned mediocrely and devoted his thoughts to the romance. Such a person has never been in high school, which is a blessing for me in the Great Zhou."

"No!" Liu Huiniang suddenly felt anxious and her body trembled, "Not that. Mr. Chen is very talented and talented, and many times stronger than those sour scholars. If it weren't for the poor family and the bad luck, how could he have wandered into Yuchun's class? He is a person with bright and bright moon, but the master asked him to write a bizarre and attractive playbook of the wind and moon, so he wrote this man and ghost love. He has a strategy and knowledge. If he entered the high school, he would not know how many people's welfare it is. You don't know which kind of wise man he is. He could still take the exam again, but he..."

"But he is a short-lived ghost." Huo Weilou said sarcastically and showed no mercy.

"He was slapped by Lee-"

Liu Huiniang spoke out loudly, but when she saw the coldness in Huo Weilou's eyes, she suddenly stopped her mouth as if she had understood something. Her eyes were red, tears flashed in the corners of her eyes, and people were trembling slightly, but she gritted her teeth and suppressed all the anger on her face. Soon, her tone calmed down and said with a sigh: "The folk girl can't appreciate Mr. Chen very much, but unfortunately he was poor and went too early. Perhaps, his talent and knowledge are even jealous of the heavens."

Huo Weilou's seemingly disorganized words almost made her lose her composure, but she closed her mouth at the last moment. She stood in the hall with a little fear in her eyes, but she understood Huo Weilou's intention. Since she understood, Huo Weilou could no longer say anything from her, wiped the tears in the corners of her eyes, and Liu Huiniang was as calm and peaceful as Tathagata.

Huo Weilou looked at Liu Huiniang, and a faint surprise flashed in his eyes. This weak woman who seemed to be quite scheming and only cared about fame and fortune was actually not as tempted as usual. Since he was unwilling to follow the prince of the Marquis's family today, why did he take the initiative to come to Huo Qinghong that day?

Liu Huiniang did not say a word, but her mind was moved by Huo Weilou, and there was a flaw in her words, which was enough for Huo Weilou. He continued, "Since you admire Chen Hanmo so much, Li Yuchang has taken his playbook, you must hate it very much, right?"

Liu Huiniang lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly, "The people's women are indeed dissatisfied, but the people's women are not qualified to be dissatisfied. Even the people's women themselves belong to the masters, so how can they not be worthy of Mr. Chen?"

"Qian Mingli said that Li Yuchang took Chen Hanmo's playbook and copied it, but the original playbook was left with him. He also said that the playbook was in your hands at first, but now the playbook is gone. Do you know where you went?"

Huo Weilou never mentioned the burned book. Liu Huiniang only thought that everything he knew was heard from the Qian Manager, so she said: "The girl in the folk did not know that the play was indeed in the hands of the girl at first, but later the master asked for it. Although the girl thought it was Mr. Chen's belongings, she should not hand it over to the master, but she couldn't resist the master, so she still handed it over it."

"I heard what you said, the story of this play is indeed tortuous and bizarre, but Chen and Liu knew each other and fell in love, which reflects you and him. Are the plays written in the play really just written by him?"
To be continued...