Chapter 129: Talented woman

At the end of the dance, Yangliulou heart, the song is the bottom of the peach fan.
The ruler is square, the ink is heavy, the string is around the beam, and a song of joy and sorrow is sung.
The second floor of Tian Cui Garden was cold and windy. The innocent guests who came to the past were licking the goose bumps on their bodies. They were very puzzled. They frowned and called the slaves of Tian Cuiyuan, and ordered them to remove some ice from the lobby. How to August this day? What is the cold?
The original right-handed magic repair six people can continue to squat down, and the next one opened the room, sang a few words, and the sword sages snorted and turned around.
This move has led others to return to God.
- The other party is not taking care of themselves, and then what is the meaning?
Master is not jealous, why should he work so hard?
So everyone listened to the play, but they were just vigilant, and they swept each other from time to time.
Sweeping, the mind is drawn to the stage.
This Yunzhou troupe has a long and powerful singer, but after all, it is a new play, and there are still some strangers. It’s better to talk about it, just because of the content...
Just after the opening of the play, there was a scholar named Zheng, a Wusheng surnamed Mo. When he was in the spring, he took a nap in the same pine forest on the mountainside and dreamed of a beautiful woman.
The woman's face is like hibiscus. If she is in the wind and willow, Zheng Sheng thinks that she is Yan Ruyu in the book. Mo Sheng thinks that she is a daughter of nobles who can bring fame and fortune.
On the stage, the two women dressed exactly the same, cleverly laughed at the two horns.
Zheng Sheng Mo Sheng turned a blind eye to each other. The two women did not speak. They only heard the two women who sang one sentence after another, and they confided in love. The Zheng Sheng, who wore a robe of books, was very euphemistic and embarrassed. Self-contrast, and the Mo Sheng who is dressed as a martial artist on the other side seems to be much more arrogant. What kind of person is the blunt lady? How can I be alone in the mountains, but I am lost, is it necessary to the lady to a safe place?
The visitors of Tian Cuiyuan laughed low and kept laughing.
This new play is also interesting, and the talented and talented person is so beautiful that everyone can't help but laugh.
"This Zheng Sheng, too mother-in-law!"
"Nonsense, like Mo Sheng, the rough man, the Tang Tujia, I am afraid I have to take a flight!"
The old bones shook his head: "What do you know, these two horns are exactly the same, they should be the same person! After Zheng Sheng said a word, the woman did not answer, but the next one was Mo Sheng, so repeated, we listened The score is clear, the afterlife in this play, I’m afraid it’s not clear!

Sure enough, Zheng Sheng was unable to do anything, and Mo Shengxi smiled and said, "Miss, but promised? Let's go!"
"Hey, how do you let the Wufu take the lead?" There are spectators dissatisfied.
Just listen to Zheng Sheng and ask: "Where is Miss Xianxiang?"
The two women who had been silent at this time suddenly sang in a row: "The slave family name is Cheng, and the family lives in the capital."
Xiao Yan slammed a loud voice, and the horn flew off the stage. Zheng Sheng Mo Sheng also screamed a young lady at the same time, then stepped back a few steps and sat down.
The rush to change the sound, the flute sounded, the two stretched and said to themselves: "It's a good dream!
So one stepped forward, one hurriedly strode, and the two met after each other, and each snorted.
"Mo Wufu, are you going up the mountain today?"
"Zheng is sour, you are poetry in this pine forest, and you are not afraid to encounter robbers!"
The two broke up and the first fold of the play ended.
When the Sword Supreme heard the two surnames, he went to the theater with great interest. After a fold, the face of the Sword Sword was black as the bottom of the pot.
Next to Zhan Yuanqiu is not much better than him.
The incumbent national teacher, who appeared in Yuzhou in a light and simple manner, was originally a little-known thing, but Zhan Yuanqiu’s white expression was like someone who debunked his identity and sneered at him. .
Only the cracked sky picked up the seeds on the table, and asked doubtfully: "This is the play that the blood devil called us to see?"
The story of Zhengjiacun and Mojiacun, what the crackers have seen in the sacred, is strange.
"You are not happy with the Master... Is it because of Wu Sheng's Wu Fu?"
What is wrong with Wufu, those who read it are also poor, and they are bored when they see it!
"Idiot!" Sui Jian Zun, a fan knocked on the head of a disciple. "You have watched the drama of the weekdays. The so-called talented and beautiful, isn't the beautiful woman not a scholar, but not good with Wufu?"
"Is it like this?"
The split sky is a bit awkward.
It means that he understands that this dreaming woman must be Zheng’s, not Mo’s!
But this is not a scene. Why is Master so true?
"Master brother..." Zhan Yuanqiu wants to stop.
"Don't say, let him see!"
The sorcerer had a cup of tea for himself.
There, the three men of the Heluo School were serious, and the long-browed and the red-skinned real people clearly understood what they were, but they couldn’t say it, and Tian Yan’s real people chanted several times and instantly laughed and laughed.
The ukulele is swaying, and the stage is full of enthusiasm.
Zheng Sheng returned home and painted the appearance of the woman in the dream to make comfort.
"...I think she is in the depths, and it is a person from the capital. It is a thousand miles away from the water, a sentimental sentiment, and where is it sent?" Zheng Sheng sighed again and again. "It’s just a dream, it’s a mirror flower. Water in the moon."
Zheng Shengjia is poor, three meals are difficult to sustain, can only bear the pain to take the painting to the rice.
Unexpectedly, this painting was bought by Mo Sheng, and he said to himself all day.
"How can there be such a dream in the world? The lady smiles and smiles. I remember it. Who is this painter? Can you know the lady?"
Mo Sheng traced to Zheng Sheng, and the two had a big fight.
When the opera sings here, some spectators feel that they are not interested in picking up the seeds. Some people start to say: "The woman should not be a ghost mountain demon!"
When the night Zheng Sheng Mo Sheng dreamed of a woman, this time there was only one person. The woman covered her face with a sleeve and cried: "The slave family is close to the cabinet, and the father is harsh. I want to be a slave to marry a person who is more than ten years old. This is a token. Ask the son to come to the capital and ask the family to come!"
Said to take out a piece of jade.
When Zheng Sheng Mo Sheng reached out and tried to take it, the woman floated away, and the two yelled and woke up, their hands were empty, and there was no jade.
On the following day, both of them started to pack their bags and screamed in the mouth: "There is a word on the jade, and the lady is named Xianer. Fairy, it is beautiful!"
The sacred spurt of a squirt of tea squirted, and Zhan Yuanqiu’s face was exposed.
"Cough!" Chi Xuan real people and long eyebrows are also awakened, and even cough, look strange.
Sui Jian Zun's face is flat.
Xianer, Cheng Xianer, Zheng Sheng and Mo Sheng’s dream goddess are really a good show for a beautiful girl!
"Tell the capital! Go to the capital! Zheng Sheng Mosheng one inquires, this Cheng Xianer, what do you think about the official, is actually a prime minister, not to mention the pro, just want the process of the door! It is difficult, difficult, difficult!"
This scorpion knocked, Allegro played, and the two Mozambique two Mahayana long hangs their faces.
"I can't ask for it, turn around and reverse!" Zheng Sheng cried.
"Do you want to be a process person?" Mosheng group turned.
The sacred sages want to smash the table, and the red scorpion is twitching.
Cheng Xianer once again dreamed of coming in the night, mourning: "Why, why don't you come to see Fairy?"
Zheng Sheng hesitated for a moment and thought about singing: "I can't say that the family is on the wall, but the young lady is sad." He said that he was holding a tone and said to Cheng Xianer: "The government is heavily guarded. I am a white-born student. How can I enter? Fortunately, □ A good name, after a few months is the autumn, I will be the title of the gold medal, the top name of the high school, come to marry Miss Miss!"
The sky is in the garden!
Most people have been depressed for a long while, and finally came to the familiar tone, can not be excited?
"Wufu has nothing to do, Zheng Sheng has won the champion, can you still find the best?"
"Yes! Mo Sheng is a martial arts champion, what is it? The general is almost the same!"
"Nonsense, this poor sour rice can't eat a bite..." There is also a debate in the guest. Then I thought that the play is a play. It is different from reality. Maybe Zheng Sheng actually got it, so he took a sip. "This journey is fairy, watery poplar. Looking for two men to dream, what good is it?"
The voice just fell, just listen to Zheng Sheng on the stage:
"Miss, I have something unclear, can Miss have a sister? But I am looking forward to someone to rescue?"
"I don't have it!" Cheng Xianer was displeased and reprimanded, "Isn't the son of the son of Xian, who is not feeling well in his heart? Want to enjoy the blessing of the imperial girl?"
"Ah, Miss misunderstood! Misunderstanding!" Zheng Sheng quickly snored, "I have a hometown Mo Sheng, but a Wufu, he also once ... dream Miss!"
"Yeah!" Cheng Xianer was shocked and said, "I have a family mirror, and I use the rootless water to scrub at night. The dragon scent attracts the soul, and I can find the people who have three lives! I thought the son is my good match. How come there are others?"
Then he cried again:
"I know! Bao Jing was beaten by me, and there was a crack, so it was so tempting to provoke others!"
"Miss..."
"The son of the son has to say, my favorite son is gentle, who likes Wufu?" Cheng Xianer brows wrinkled.
The two said a few more words, banging on the drums and waking up, each exited.
Mo Sheng stepped on the stage, holding a whip, and sang indignantly: "Last night, dreaming of a beautiful woman, different from the previous time, she said a few words this time, I have not been happy, it is a big surprise! The beautiful woman is actually meeting with other people's dreams! Tossing and turning After careful consideration, Miss Cheng Cheng said the name, and the former Cheng Miss asked me to go to Beijing, but I did not answer it with me! Yin Yin, deep affection, I was mistaken into the dream!"
Mo Shengzhen licked two whip and continued to sing:
"I only heard the words of the young lady, I don't know the words of the other party, I am so arrogant, but also kill me! Miss Bao Jingtian loves, Wufu is actually suspected!"
After singing, he screamed: "The man must be Zheng Sheng! He can't think of it!"
After this discount, the Tian Cuiyuan buddy took the copper pot to add water to the table, and the spectators had been tickle by this sensation.
Then, the peak circuit turned, the Cheng Xianer tried every means to convince the prime minister, and allowed her to marry the sect of the sect, and Zheng Sheng studied hard, but the uncle of the Mosheng was a honour, and actually gave Mosheng a supervisor and served as a test place.
The gold list was announced, Zheng Sheng was thin, and the field was not named.
Cheng Xianer waited at home and heard the news of Yuan Lang’s coming to the door, and he was full of joy, and suddenly he was Mo Sheng, and he was shocked.
Mo Sheng wore a red-red robes and arched his hand: "Miss suspected of abandoning Wufu, can you know that I am both civil and military? Miss Mirror has a flaw, I know that I am not a young man."
Cheng Xianer is crying and crying, but it will be a foregone conclusion.
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The spectators are still good, because these six-fold operas have been sung more than half, and there will be some twists and turns.
The swords, long eyebrows, and red mysterious faces all changed.
Tian Yan real people are almost slap on the table - Chen He actually guessed what he meant! ! The magic that should not be soared, soared, and became a fairy!
Tian Yanzhen was excited and found that everyone around him looked at him.
"Good! Performed well!" Tian Yan lived and laughed.
His reaction, let the long-browed old road and the red mysterious real people swing the speculation to implement, when he also revealed the expression of fainting.
Sui Jian Zun looked at the movements of the three men and women here, muttering to himself: "Is it..."
The play continued to sing, Cheng Xianer refused to marry, went back to the mortuary, cried a sigh of Guanyin, and sighed with a treasure mirror on the ground.
Then the body swayed, stunned, and the strings changed. One squatted on the stage and helped Cheng Xianer: "Miss can't think about it, don't marry that Li Xiaohou, can you find a good person with a treasure mirror is not better?"
"You, what do you say?" Cheng Xianer turned his head, and his side sleeves were facing the audience. "Li Xiaohou is the person who was originally set by the relatives. How can he talk about him again? I have to ask."
"Miss, this is a good spring. If you want to live up to it, you may wish to ask for a mirror and give you the title of Qiu Lang!"
"Ah! This is what you said half a year ago. How can you be such a thing?" Cheng Xianer was afraid of a while, but also pushed the window and looked at things. "I went back half a year ago, thank you Bodhisattva, thank you Bodhisattva!"
Cheng Xianer picked up the treasure mirror and suddenly put it down: "No, if you see Zheng Lang, you don't want to provoke Mo Sheng! I have to repair a book, send it to Zheng Langjia, tell him the cause and effect, help him to go to Beijing on the silver! Most Let Mosheng go to Beijing! That person is the enemy of me and Zheng Lang!"
Cheng Xianer sang the last sentence.
The three people of Heluo and Zhan Yuanqiu are full of stunned faces, and the sacred swordsman stands up and must squat on the table.
One hand pressed against the square table.
I don’t know when it’s coming, I’m sure to see the Sword Sword:
This play, but is it nice?

Yan Jian’s face was twisted for a long while, and he took a deep breath and sat back in his place:
...good.

The author has something to say: a lot of sister paper asks, cough, just comment it.
Miss is not the embodiment of Heaven, she is just the concept of "Imperial Immortal"
Zheng Sheng (the right way) Mo Sheng (Magic) is tossing and turning to her.
Heaven does not allow the magic to be cultivated into a fairy [to get Cheng Xian]
As for the reversal of the plot, Cheng Xianer plans to tell Zheng Sheng to deal with Mo Sheng. The plan is for the plot, not to suggest that the lady is a heavenly cough. It’s entirely in the suggestion of the monks who listened to the drama, what happened to those revenge?
This dog's blood talent, the girl wrote my toothache...
Of course, the former talents and beautiful women’s words are that women are uneasy in the room, hate to marry, and then they will marry tomorrow, and they will be able to test immediately after the test. →_→