"Wei Bao, why do you have so many people here? There are at least three or four thousand people, right? There are at most 200 people in the Ming Dynasty. Why do you get so many people?" Wu Xuexia asked coldly: "Besides, you are not Captain A! What do you want to do?"

"Why do you have so many people all day long? I don't want to do anything." Wei Bao smiled and said, "It's all people who come to the show. I don't know where they come from, so it's hard for me to drive out, right? Even if someone passing by, I want to come to my place for a meal and ask for a stay, we are never sure about it. It's a kind house. Haha."

Wu Xuexia snorted softly, knowing that Wei Bao could argue, and she couldn't even say anything. She could attract several words from her own words. She thought to herself that she believed you, and this was obviously a large number of refugees you took in! How could so many people come to you to beg for food and stay overnight? You are surrounded by a tall fence and guarded so tightly that even the people from our guard commander-in-chief can't get in, let alone those passing by? So many people gathered, would you want to rebel?

When Wu Xuexia thought of Wei Bao's rebellion, she couldn't help but feel aroused. However, Wu Xuexia's idea was immediately forgotten. She didn't think that someone in western Liaoning dared to rebel. After all, this is a military important place in the court. Tens of thousands of troops have been stationed all year round. There is no even a sect in western Liaoning. But now I have a new understanding of Wei Bao's strength. I wonder if Wei Bao always thinks he is a little arrogant. I really can't tell. It turns out that there are so many people under my command?

Everyone present saw Mr. Wei just brought three beautiful girls over, and now he brought two more. These two were like a fairy descending to earth. The men could not move their eyes away, and the women looked ashamed. They all sighed that there were such beauties in the world, and there were two.

Zhao Jinfeng and Wu Xuexia followed Wei Bao from left to right, feeling strange, and had never felt this way before.

Of course, the two super beauties have not appeared in public places. They have been used to being the focus of attention everywhere and being the focus of the audience. However, this is the first time they have been walking side by side with a man and becoming the focus with a man.

The most important thing is that this is Wei Bao's territory. No matter how dazzling the charm is, when it comes to Wei Bao's territory, it can only be starlight, and cannot overwhelm Wei Bao's dazzling glory as rising as the rising sun!

Wei Dakang, Huang Ying, Fan Lao Geda, Wang Zhihui, Fan Xiaolin, Wang Qiuya and Xu Rui, several neighbors with Wei Dakang and Huang Ying, and more than 30 Tiandi Business Managers. Everyone saw Wei Bao coming back and brought two big beauties back. From a distance, they felt that the two young and beautiful girls brought back by Wei Bao as if they could automatically emit some kind of brilliance on their bodies, and were full of fairy spirit.

"It's Miss Zhao and Miss Wu." Fan Xiaolin's eyes were sharp-eyed.

Wang Qiuya and Xu Rui nodded, and Fan Xiaolin was right in mind.

The three girls' hearts were covered with a shadow at the same time. Although Wei Bao had already established the status of the three of them as concubines today, he had not officially passed by for a day and always felt a little vain. Zhao Jinfeng wouldn't say that Wei Bao had already said that he would marry and there was a Fang Jieer. What if Fang Jieer was willing to marry Wei Bao? Their second, third and fourth positions would be unstable. Fang Jieer was still worried about the matter, why did Miss Wu appear again now?

When the three girls saw that Miss Wu did not come with Master Wu, but Xiao Bao, they felt even more ups and downs. In their opinion, Miss Wu said she wanted to fight for a concubine. If the Wu family was interested in Xiao Bao, they would probably have to give up even the matter of Xiao Bao wanting to marry Zhao Jinfeng! As long as Xiao Bao wanted to develop in western Liaoning, he must not offend the Wu family, nor can he offend the Wu family. The Wu family's ancestors joined forces to support the entire Liaoning and Liaodong! The time they were with Wei Bao, the knowledge of the three girls has improved, and Xu Rui had a wide range of knowledge! She knew the hierarchy and social outline of the outside world very well, and often answered various questions from Fan Xiaolin and Wang Qiuya. So they all knew very well that Miss Wu was a princess-like figure in western Liaoning.

It's okay to be a princess in terms of status. The most important thing is that Miss Wu is beautiful. Not to mention men, even women like them can't help but look away from Miss Wu. It seems that every part of Miss Wu's body is beautiful, as delicate as a person on a painting. Every frown and smile can make people feel after all.

Zhao Jinfeng is a gentle and elegant lady from a noble family. Wu Xuexia is really like a proud princess, her arrogant temperament is something that Zhao Jinfeng does not have. In Wu Xuexia's proud world, she cannot tolerate any humility. The society in her eyes is no lower than that of the royal family, or even higher.

"Miss Zhao." Fan Xiaolin warmly greeted him and grabbed Zhao Jinfeng's hand. This is Fan Xiaolin's extraordinaryness. Although she felt sour, she could not see it on the surface.

"Xiaolin, just call her Jinfeng, you don't need to call her the lady." Zhao Jinfeng was very happy to see Fan Xiaolin and others. She lived with her mother for a long time and could only talk to her maids and mother on weekdays. She rarely gets along with girls of the same age. Naturally, she is happy to play with Fan Xiaolin, Wang Qiuya, and Xu Rui.

"Okay, Jinfeng." Fan Xiaolin laughed, "Come on, come and sit here."

As Fan Xiaolin said that, she pulled Zhao Jinfeng to sit next to her. Their seats were Wei Bao's main table, the most core and most prominent position in the whole venue.

Wang Qiuya and Xu Rui have also met Zhao Jinfeng. Seeing each other again, the four girls were chatting together so unhappy.

No one asked to greet Miss Wu. It was not Wei Bao's subordinates who deliberately neglected it. The men were mainly responsible for the scene affairs, so it was not convenient to greet women, especially women with such a prominent position, and there was a young man by his side.

Wei Bao was very graceful and said to Miss Wu: "Miss, since you are here, how about listening to the play?"

Wu Xuexia glanced at Wei Bao's beautiful eyes and nodded expressionlessly.

Wei Bao was slightly funny. No matter when Wu Xuexia talked to him, it was easy for him to feel like he was a slave. Although it was a bit uncomfortable, he never thought about what kind of interaction he would have with Wu Xuexia. The feeling of discomfort was not serious, so he ordered his subordinates: "Arrang a seat for Miss Wu."

"Yes, young master." The subordinate agreed and quickly moved the table again.

Zhao Jinfeng met with Fan Xiaolin, Wang Qiuya and Xu Rui. After chatting for a few words, he went to greet Wei Dakang and Huang Ying very well.

"Uncle Wei, Aunt Wei." After Zhao Jinfeng called him, Yingying gave a gift.

"Okay, get up and talk."

Zhao Jinfeng, who is stunning and polite, is so happy that Wei Dakang and Huang Ying can't stop talking about Zhao Jinfeng. Although Wei Bao has not told them about Zhao Jinfeng, it is so overwhelming to come to listen to the opera. It is easy for people to associate the relationship between Zhao Jinfeng and Wei Bao together.

If it were a month ago, Wei Dakang and Huang Ying were beaten to death, they would not dare to think that Zhao Jinfeng, the daughter of Zhao Lizheng, who was famous in western Liaoning, could come to their house, and they would not dare to associate Miss Zhao and Wei Bao together.

It was just association, and it was already exciting.

Huang Ying shook Zhao Jinfeng's little hand happily: "Beautiful, so beautiful. She really looks like a fairy."

Zhao Jinfeng blushed with a shy face: "Auntie has gone too far."

Huang Ying laughed happily: "So sensible and generous, go and play with Xiaobao and the others. If Xiaobao neglects you, you must tell me that I will hit him."

When Zhao Jinfeng heard Huang Ying's words, she didn't know if Wei Bao had already told Wei Bao's parents about her father's proposal to Wei Bao. Her face turned red with shame and said softly, looking like a prospective daughter-in-law was looking at her parents-in-law.

Zhao Jinfeng went back to sit with Fan Xiaolin.

Huang Ying asked Veda Kang happily: "How is this daughter?"

"What else can I say? If I can marry Zhao Lizheng's daughter, it will be that our family's ancestral grave will be smoked! I heard that many first- and second-rank officials in the capital have asked someone to come to our house to propose marriage for their son." Wei Dakang swallowed his saliva.

Huang Ying smiled and said, "How can our Xiaobao be worse than the young masters of the nobles outside? I have met Zhao Lizheng, who is a responsible man!" Huang Ying said, raising his thumbs up! "If Zhao Lizheng could fall in love with our Xiaobao, Xiaobao would not be an official, and he might also let his daughter marry him! Otherwise, how could Miss Zhao come to us to watch the show?"

When Vedakang heard Huang Ying praise Zhao Kehu, he was a little unhappy. He thought to himself that Zhao Kehu was so great that he had? Can he give birth to a son like my son? Now all four of them are Xiaobao's, Xiaobao's, and mine! I am much better than Zhao Kehu!

Wu Xuexia sat alone, and after taking it, Wei Bao ignored her.

Wei Bao originally wanted Fan Xiaolin or Xu Rui to greet Wu Xuexia, sit with her, and talk to her. Later, she thought that she was so arrogant and even so to herself. Just now, she saw that Wu Xuexia was domineering to Zhao Jinfeng, and she probably had no good expression to others. She didn't want her women to suffer grievances, so she gave up this idea.

Seeing that Wu Xuexia had no intention of coming to greet them, Wei Bao's parents thought that this was their home, their own academy, their own territory, and their own identity, and they did not want to greet Wu Xuexia.

"Xiaobao, can the show start now?" Fan Lao Geda came over to Wei Bao with a script: "Come on the show?"

Wei Bao nodded, turned around and saw that there were only four plays on the red paper - "Three Fights of the White Bone Demon", "Pan Si Cave", "Xue Rengui's Conquest of the West", and "Peony Pavilion".

Although I had few dramas, I didn't expect that I could recognize them all. At least I had heard of them and probably knew what they were doing, but I was relatively unfamiliar with "Peony Pavilion".

"Jinfeng, do you order the show? I'm not familiar with the show." Wei Bao smiled humbly at Zhao Jinfeng beside him.

Fan Xiaolin is very good at being a human being. She knows that Wei Bao wants to be next to Zhao Jinfeng. Originally, Zhao Jinfeng and Wei Bao were separated by some distance, but Fan Xiaolin kept "oppressing" it. Now the chair and Wei Bao's chair are closely together.

Zhao Jinfeng was blushing with her pink face, her heart was beating, and she was a little uneasy. She didn't hear what Wei Bao was saying to her. She nodded gently, but didn't move. She didn't dare to turn her face at will, and she had nowhere to look at her beautiful eyes, and she kept looking at the stage.

Wei Bao was secretly funny when he saw Zhao Jinfeng's shy look, and immediately replied to the situation when he first met Zhao Jinfeng at Shanhaiguan. He thought that this fairy-like beauty could sit next to him at this moment, and at this moment, he became the master of the scene! The more than 3,000 people in this scene were all their subordinates. Thinking of this, a sense of pride was overwhelming!

"Jinfeng, our young master is asking you to make a show." Fan Xiaolin knew that Zhao Jinfeng was distracted, and laughed and repeated Wei Bao's words in Zhao Jinfeng's ear.

Zhao Jinfeng came to her senses. She first looked at Wei Bao, then read the script: "You guys order it. I can listen to anything."

"Just click, I like to listen to whatever you like." Wei Bao's eyes didn't leave Zhao Jinfeng's pretty face for a moment, as if he was about to swallow the girl alive.

"Then let's do this drama? I heard it was a new one. I haven't heard it yet." Zhao Jinfeng pointed to "The Peony Pavilion": "I have heard of Tang Xianzu's other dramas before, and they are all very good."

Fan Lao Geda nodded and said, "Miss Zhao is better at ordering a show. This is the hottest show nowadays."

"Peony Pavilion" is a play written by Tang Xianzu, an opera writer and writer in the Ming Dynasty. Tang Xianzu was from Linchuan, Jiangxi Province. He was born in a scholarly family and was famous for his talent. He was not only very good at ancient prose and poetry, but also had a good understanding of astronomy, geography, medicine and divination. He became a Jinshi at the age of 34 and served as a doctor of Taichang Temple in Nanjing, the chief clerk of Zhan Shifu and the chief priest of the Ministry of Rites Temple.

In the 19th year of Wanli, the bureaucrats at that time were corruption and angry. He was "A Memorial on the Supplementary Ministers and Ministers", which angered the emperor and was demoted to Xuwen Dianshi. Later, he was transferred to the magistrate of Suichang County, Zhejiang Province. After five years of office, he had achieved remarkable political achievements, but because of suppressing the powerful and angering the powerful, he aroused criticism from his superiors and opposition from local forces. Finally, in the 26th year of Wanli, he abandoned his official position and returned home. During his family period, on the one hand, he hoped that there would be a day to "receive the contacts of the officials", but on the other hand, he hoped that "the court had a powerful minister, and there were no hungry officials in the county and town, and it was enough to chant and promote peace. It would be enough to add a volume of poems every year." Later, he gradually dispelled his thoughts of becoming an official and devoted himself to drama and poetry creation.

Among Tang Xianzu's many achievements, opera creation is the best. His drama works "Resurrection of the Soul", "The Purple Hairpin", "The Nanke Record" and "The Handan Record" are collectively called "The Four Dreams of Linchuan", among which "The Peony Pavilion" is his representative work.

"Just this drama!" Wei Bao saw Zhao Jinfeng clicking "Peony Pavilion", so he said to Fan Laoge.

Fan Lao Geda agreed with a smile, then went down and whispered: "President Wei and Miss Zhao selected the "Peony Pavilion"!"

"good!"

"good!"

"This play is great!"

"Thank you, my grandpa."

The scene was filled with praises. There was a tradition of drama in the Northeast, and there were also theaters in North China, from north to Zhili, from Henan, from east to northeast China. Basically, everyone could shout a few operas. Everyone listened to it as "Peony Pavilion". They were already yearning for it, and they were very happy. They also heard that the president and Miss Zhao were in harmony. They immediately had many vague ideas, and the applause was even more hard.

Wei Bao didn't expect that Fan Lao Geda would report the number like this. He secretly liked it and thought that Lao Geda's uncle could be a human being. His daughter had made him a concubine for him and helped him match his wife with him so enthusiastically. It was rare, rare!

Zhao Jinfeng naturally didn't expect that Fan Lao Geda would report the number like this. Her pink face turned redder and her heartbeats faster. For some reason, since she was with Wei Bao, her heartbeat speed was not controlled by her. Her body was nervous and hot. It seemed like this was the case every time she saw Wei Bao.

Zhao Jinfeng secretly went to see Wei Bao, but Wei Bao stared at his face without turning his eyes, his pink face turned even more red. He gave Wei Bao a angrily glance and quickly turned his gaze.

Wei Bao smiled, then quietly moved his chair to the chair where Zhao Jinfeng was sitting, so that the two people's chairs were completely together, forming a longer chair. Apart from secretly blaming this guy for being thick-skinned, Zhao Jinfeng could not say it in person if he objected.

In addition, Fan Xiaolin's chair next to her was also close to her, so she wanted to move it a little further and keep a little distance from Wei Bao, and it seemed that she could not.

Wei Bao took a deep breath, smelled the fragrance of Zhao Jinfeng, and wanted to hold the beauty into his arms.

The juggling people on the stage went down, and the rhythm of the gongs and drums changed with a clang, and the main show began.

Wu Xuexia secretly looked at Wei Bao and Zhao Jinfeng. Seeing the two of them sitting close together, she felt angry and hummed softly, picked up the teacup beside her and took a sip. She found that it was so hot and she could not lose her elegant manner. She endured the hotness and did not spit out the tea. Her tongue was almost blistering, making her even more angry.

"You go around and talk to people, and see if anyone has heard about the poisonous fog. If so, talk more." Wu Xuexia whispered to her personal maid and a few followers: "Don't attract attention!"

Several people nodded and said yes, looking for an opportunity to go on.

Lin Wenbiao, who was behind Wei Bao, saw all this and did not take it seriously, because he knew that not to mention the poisonous fog, the young master was created by himself, and even the people from the Statistics Office he sent to assist him did not know how the young master made it, let alone ordinary villagers. Moreover, even if the villagers knew it, they dared not say anything casually, thinking that Miss Wu didn't know that the world was high and underestimated the rules of the young master.

The play I sang is "Peony Pavilion·Seeking Dreams".

Whose Shaojun came from afar and dared to tease the boudoir and go to Qinyuan, and he was shy when he talked. He was so upset that he was so angry that he was so worried that he would be willing to pay for his words.

(Yin Ling) We are not loved by our previous life, and we are not alone in our lives. Then the Tao will appear in the next life. I will dream of this life and be a scholar in this life, and I will just carry us to sleep.

(White) I think the scholar’s ​​situation is so touching!

(Pinling) He leaned against the Taihu stone and stood with our jade chanjuan. When he pushed down my jade mountain, the sun was warm and smoke. He swung over the carved railings, turned over the swing, and slapped the flower show. He dared to sit on the ground and feared that the sky would see it. After a while, it was clear and the beautiful fragrance was indescribable.

(White) Dreaming of this season, why is the flower dropping off and awakening the slave!

(Boye yellow card) He swallowed with great enthusiasm, whispering our shoulders. I also slowly weighed it, and I also slowly weighed it, and I also slowly careed it, and I also careed it. In my spare time, I will show a foolish and kindness, so soft. A red shadow spreading with flowers is hanging for a long time. A red shadow spreading with flowers is hanging for a long time. Dare it be our dream soul?

Wei Bao couldn't understand the opera, but he could still understand the word "Sakura". He saw a pair of young actors and actresses who were babbling on the stage for a long time, and couldn't help but feel funny. He didn't expect that the Ming Dynasty was so large? Although the costumes for the opera were temporary and not formal, the woman showed half of her breasts, and the man and woman were tightly pressed together, and the opera lyrics were so exposed, she felt curious.

"Isn't that bad?" Wei Bao looked like he didn't know how to understand, and asked Zhao Jinfeng beside him softly.

Zhao Jinfeng knew that this play was a scene of love between men and women, but she did not expect that the lyrics were so explicit, and her face was so shameless that she blushed with shame. This time she did not answer "Yeah" and did not make any sound.

Wei Baoqi said: "Isn't it good?"

Wu Xuexia, who was on the table next to her, heard Wei Bao’s question and couldn’t help but say, “It’s hard to be elegant in the countryside.”
To be continued...