Chang Sihao nodded: "Yu Dayou and Qi Jiguang are famous generals in the world, which is amazing. People say that the dragon and tiger are blessed with wisdom and peace in the world, which shows their position in everyone's hearts."

Liu Jinwu smiled and said, "Heroes, the most are not true. If you really think about it, I'm afraid that anyone's family is not clean. Take Qi Jiguang as an example. I admire him very much, but when he saw him, he was just Er'er. He visited famous celebrities everywhere, dispersed his wealth and made a fortune. He didn't know how much benefit he had in the south to pacify Japanese fishing. He only relied on military law and was well-equipped, and his military achievements were all made with money. He was lustful. He secretly married a concubine, one in the east and the other in Tibet, and did not dare to make a statement. It turned out that such a big person was very afraid of his wife."

Qi Jiguang was at Hu Zongxian and Tan Lun's subordinates. He defeated the Japanese along the coast and made many military achievements. The "Ji Xiao New Book" he wrote is a must-read for military strategists. Chang Sihao had heard of his deeds in the army and had always admired him very much. He thought to himself how he was, but his military achievements were made in life. It was not something you, a young master who relied on his ancestors' blessings, could you think of it. He smiled and followed him: "You don't understand this. Why is it said that 'Heroes are sad to pass the beauty', 'Beauty' means that a beauty is locked up at home, and that's not a wife."

Liu Jinwu slapped his thigh: "It's easy to solve, it's easy to solve, right? Being a wife is not as good as being a beauty. You must be sad in your heart. You can't just be sad by yourself. When you feel sad, you torture your husband. Whoever makes me sad will make me sad, I will make everyone sad, haha,"

Although he was drunk, he said these words like tongue twisters, and his words were very clear. Chang Sihao could see that he was trying to welcome him. He raised his glass and smiled with him. After drinking, he put the cup in his mouth. He heard the shouts around him. He was attracted by his attention. He saw that the girl singing in the north had changed. At this moment, the citi banners on the small stage were wrong, and the sound of swords was sounded. Several soldiers were fighting with an old martial artist. The soldiers were wearing spotted leather armor, similar to Tartars. The old martial artist had white beards and belly, and his clothes were bright. They were dressed up by Ming generals. For a moment, the swords and guns were coming and going, and the sheng was tight and urgent, which was very beautiful.

Liu Jinwu said in surprise: "Hey, I've just seen it. I haven't come for a few days. I've had a lot of fun in this alone. I don't know where the Beikun team invited me. I'm good at it."

Chang Sihao asked: "What is Beikun,"

Liu Jinwu said: "Oh, this Kunqu opera is a musical style in the south of Jiangsu. It was originally a sing of talented men and beautiful women. After it was passed on to us, the northerners were very heroic. They changed some tunes and composed many martial arts operas. The style also changed, and the 'Beikun' was formed."

Chang Sihao nodded, and saw that he explained, but his eyes were not off the stage. He seemed to like it very much. At this time, a fierce battle on the stage, the old man killed the Tartars, stood on the top of the city, and stopped in a fixed manner. Suddenly, the Tartar general turned around and shot in the chest. The soldiers and generals around him rushed to protect each other. The old man raised his arm and said, "Good thief," he drooped his hand, and the sound of a whining turned to mourn. The soldiers retreated. Liu Jinwu wondered, "What kind of play is this? It seems to be a new one, but I haven't seen it."

The sound of the piano and sheng is gradually getting thinner, the tune is slow and long, very sad. The old man changed into a snow-white arrow bulb, a white boot, and his footsteps stumbled, and he came up to the stage with one step and three trembling. The horse-headed qin suddenly became desolate. The old man looked at the sky, looked at the ground, held up his white beard, shook his head like crying, and his whole body was shaking, and he was so sad that he was urging him again. The huqin urged him again, and the stage was filled with sad clouds and mist. Suddenly, he heard the three sounds of the gang, which made him look so shocked that his eyes wide open and his head was shaking. He swung his white beard, paused his feet and carried his clothes quickly, and walked back and forth on the stage, as if he had passed thousands of mountains and rivers, and after countless twists and turns, he rushed to the heart of the stage, and was confused twice. His body bowed and his toes flipped away. At the same time, he waved his sleeves, and his white beards rose up like snowfall in the mountains and his face broke into the granary. Liu Jinwu was used to watching the play. Seeing this old man's wonderful style, he couldn't help but shout: "Okay," the audience members in the audience also burst into applause and cheered.

The sound of the three strings faded, the sound of the piano started to tune, the old man swallowed his sleeves, his beard fell, his clothes were dressed and his arrows were swung his ears, and he pointed to the country with his eyes, and he sang: "The heroes of white eyebrows raised their heads, crossed the red sun and horses jumped on the city, and the long sword fingers were all gone, the beacon extinguished, the wolf smoke was thin, the passion spread across the world, the passionate blood warmed the clear autumn, the sword shook the sky and hated the head, the heroes were all cold, the heroes separated from the turbid world, dared to welcome the setting sun alone, but the strong wine was gone, and there was only 100,000 blood of the Tartars, who would steam and brew the dough,"

The tune was as sad as a storm, heroic and ups and downs, and the voice was soft and hard. Chang Sihao was thrilling and said to himself: "Lie Ma City... He is not Qin Langchuan." After listening carefully, the ghost of the deceased played by the old man on the stage, he retreated after only a few figures. The scene was over. Liu Jinwu felt very regretful: "This old man is dressed in a passionate manner, and has put a lot of effort into his tone and figure. Unfortunately, we were talking all the time and just rushed to the tail."

Seeing a flower floating by next to him, Chang Sihao hurriedly called it and asked, "What is this opera singing?"

The waitress smiled and said, "When I say, I sing the story of Qin Langchuan, an old hero in Shanxi, who defeated Altan," Liu Jinwu said, "This play has many tunings and combinations with the things of Yuan Zaju. The words are rough and the words are not in line with the old score. The singing skills and martial arts are really first-class. Where did the opera troupe invite?" The waitress smiled and said, "I am an expert. This is the Liang family troupe invited by our boss from Kunshan. It is just because we are used to singing Nankun. The plays we sing today are new plays from Beikun. Most of them are a bit rough and will make you laugh," he said, "

Liu Jinwu looked surprised: "Is the Liang family troupe in Kunshan? Is it Liang Bolong, the headmaster in Kunshan? "The female servant smiled and said, "It's Mr. Liang. He was the one who played Qin Langchuan just now," Liu Jinwu said, "No wonder, no wonder, other people don't have such good posture and good singing skills, I'm still wondering, there are no such figures in the Beikun team," Chang Sihao waved his hand and waved his maid back and said, "I didn't expect you to be a drama fan. Is this Liang Bolong very famous?" Liu Jinwu said, "That's natural. His name is Liang Chenyu and his courtesy name is Bolong. He is a big figure. Not only has a good voice, but it is even more rare that he writes and writes lyrics and plays. They are all first-class. In Kun Opera troupes singing in the south of the Yangtze River, many of them are written by him. His talent is not inferior to Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty and Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty. He is really a talented man."

At that time, opera business was called "high platform", and he was with people who scrubbed and pediced. He had a low status and was even worse than a fortune teller. Chang Sihao heard him say this and felt funny. He asked with a smile: "Why don't a talented man go to the exam to get a fame, but instead write operas and sing operas," he said.

Liu Jinwu sighed, "He was also not lucky. He was originally from Suzhou Prefecture and had been an official for generations. When he arrived at him, he donated a student at the Imperial College early and planned to take the exam directly in Shuntian Prefecture. He was prepared and had good knowledge. After a year, a few days before the exam, news came from home that his grandfather died. He hurriedly packed up and went home to mourn mourning. During this period, he studied hard and worked harder than before. He returned after three years. As a result, before entering the examination room, the news came again: his father died again. He paused his feet and beat his chest, and had to go home to mourn mourning again. After three years, he was full of confidence and determined to pass the exam. However, his mother at home died of her husband and has been sick for the past three years. It's really uneasy to be bedridden. When the old lady saw him like this, she said, "Go, you're very young, and it's not a big deal to be delayed by the old man. Don't worry, even if I die this time, I won't send you a letter. Liang Bolong is a filial son. How could he hear this? He would rather not take the exam than take the mother's illness at home. The old lady advised him not to listen. As the exam period approached, he couldn't catch up if he didn't move. He was so anxious that he beat and scolded him. He still refused to leave. The old lady really had no choice but to say that she wanted to eat carp and ordered him to buy it. As a result, when Liang Bolong bought it, he saw that the old lady had already been hung on the table, leaving a book on the table with only four words, guess what it was."

Chang Sihao said: "Go and take the exam quickly,"

Liu Jinwu slapped the table and sighed, "That's right, this old lady is really confused. She probably has watched the Three Kingdoms drama a lot, and she has learned to hang herself. With the idea of ​​being a son, but she didn't think about it. In this way, could her son still take the exam? As a result, Liang Bolong cried for three days, handled funerals, and was mourning for three years. In the past three years, he was so mourning that he had never lost his ambitions, but his ambitions became stronger. He came to the exam again for the third time, and went smoothly and entered the exam room smoothly. When he saw the exam questions, it was his best. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. He thought that this time he could not only pass the exam, but he would definitely win the first place. However, he kept mourning for many years, cried day and night, and his body was already exhausted. He was overjoyed and fainted. At the end of the time, everyone handed in the paper, but he didn't write a word."

Chang Sihao was so amused that he felt that this person was so unlucky, and it was surprisingly unlucky, as if God was deliberately trying to fight him. Compared with him, Cheng Yunfeng's three failures in the scientific examination were nothing.

Liu Jinwu said: "He studied for ten years and observed filial piety for ten years. His youth passed away and his parents died. He was also called "failed to the mountains" and "failed to the mountains" when he was middle-aged and had no family. He was sad. From then on, he was discouraged and took home. He stopped taking the exam. He spent money to build a big house and put wine and food in it. He invited a group of friends from all over the world, heroes from all over the world, no matter whether they are literati or Taoist monks, as long as they are close friends and relatives, they are like confidants and relatives. They are all fencing together. It was so lively. Later, my family's wealth gradually disappeared, so I wandered around and visited friends, covering the banks of the Yellow River in the north and south of the Yangtze River. I met Qu Sheng Wei Liangfu, and then I became a disciple of Kunqu. I have learned the Kun style in a few years. As soon as I performed on stage, I caused a sensation in all directions and became famous. I went to perform everywhere, and it was full of performances everywhere. It was also considered a late achievement. But I heard that he has been in Jiangnan in recent years. I didn't expect that the Du Baolou could invite him. The drama fans in the capital are now blessed."

Chang Sihao nodded. He was not very interested in opera himself, but he was very curious about the master. He didn't know why this person admired Qin Langchuan so much, and actually wrote opera lyrics for him. Seeing Liu Jinwu humming the tune just now, savoring it, and chewing it, feeling drunk and funny, and said, "Since it's rare, let's go to the backstage to have a visit," he said.

Liu Jinwu immediately smiled and rubbed his hands, "It turns out that you are interested, I am thinking about it, but I dare not say that I was here to accompany you, but I only care about my own happiness. Instead, it seems that you are accompanying me,"
Chapter completed!