The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 488

[Chapter 488 New Drama]

The steward left the house in fear.

Fang Xiu lay back on the Grand Master’s chair, while Bai Xiaochun and a few guards were busy assembling copper pipes in the room.

In less than half an hour, the heating pipes began to work, and the whole house instantly became as warm as spring. The previous heater had long been thrown aside.

Fang Xiu was lying on the Taishi chair, reading novels and eating pastries, feeling extremely relaxed.

At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Zhao Yan walked into the room and saw Fang Xiu on the Grand Master’s chair, and was about to say something.

However, the next second she seemed to feel the warmth of the heating pipe. She was startled for a moment, and then said with some surprise: “Why is it so warm here?”

Fang Xiu heard her voice, raised his eyes and glanced at her, lightly He said: “This is the heating pipe. Install it in your room another day.”

“Heating pipe?”

Zhao Yan walked to him and asked curiously: “What is the heating pipe?”

Fang Xiu Putting down the novel in her hand, she pointed at the heating pipe and explained: “It’s just a few copper pipes put together. You don’t understand even if you tell me. What’s wrong with me?”

Zhao Yan curled her lips and didn’t refute. He said: “The Beijing Grand Theater has recently put on a new play called The Strange Case of Kyoto Prefecture. You come with me.”

Fang Xiu heard this, glanced at her, lay back down again, and said casually: “No time.”

Zhao Yan’s face turned a little cold when she heard this. She looked at him and asked, “Are you going?”

“No!”

A manly man will do what he says.

If you say you won’t go, you won’t go!

Fang Xiu replied very forcefully, and then continued reading his novel.

Clang————!

At this time, the sound of a sword being unsheathed suddenly came to my ears.

Subconsciously, she turned around and saw Zhao Yan pulling out a dagger at some point.

“I ask you again, are you going?”

Zhao Yan looked at Fang Xiu and said coldly.

When Fang Xiu saw this scene, his face showed a solemn look, and he said very solemnly: “It is the duty of a minister to accompany Her Highness the Princess to watch the drama. Since Her Highness the Princess has a request, I naturally have no reason not to agree.

In short, go! “

Poverty and lowliness cannot move, power cannot bend.”

This is Fang Xiu’s consistent principle.

But it also depends on the person.

For a simple and lovely girl like Zhao Yan, there is nothing shameful in compromising on her own occasionally.

At least, in his own opinion, this is indeed the case.

During this period, due to the war, many industries in the capital became somewhat depressed.

Only the Capital Grand Theater was not affected by the war, and instead became more popular.

Perhaps knowing that there are only a few days of peace, many people have become more enthusiastic about going to the Beijing Grand Theater to watch plays.

The Capital Grand Theater also became full.

Even “The West Chamber”, which has been performed dozens of times, was always packed when it was re-staged.

Of course, the head of the Beijing Grand Theater was also the original owner of Goulan, and Old Man Sun did not slack off at all.

Every once in a while a new play is rehearsed.

And these new dramas are precisely the most popular among the people in the capital.

Even many princes and nobles enjoy going to the Capital Grand Theater to watch plays.

“Master, Miss Zhao, your seats are here.”

A young man led the way and said respectfully.

As the actual owner of the Capital Grand Theater, Fang Xiu came here to watch a show, so the seat was naturally the best.

Although there are no boxes in the Beijing Grand Theater, there are still differences between the seats in several prime theater viewing areas and other seats.

For example, the seats here are much wider, and there is a table with fruits and pastries in the middle.

The view is much better than that of ordinary seats.

Fang Xiu sat on the left, and Zhao Yan sat beside him.

For a moment, Fang Xiu felt like he was watching a movie with his friends in his previous life.

In fact there is no difference.

“The Strange Case of Kyoto Prefecture is a script written by the Jingshi Grand Theater. I heard that it is adapted from real events.”

As soon as she sat down, Zhao Yan showed an expectant expression on her face and introduced excitedly.

The dramas performed at the Beijing Grand Theater generally come from two sources.

One is adapted from Zhuxuanzhai’s scripts, such as “The Romance of the West Chamber” which was popular all over the capital, and the other is adapted by the Grand Theater of the Capital, which is adapted by Mr. Sun himself based on the folk anecdotes he collected. Success, “The Strange Case of Kyoto Prefecture” falls into this category.

Of course, no matter which category it is, for Fang Xiu, there is nothing worth watching.

He was used to watching all kinds of movies and TV series in his previous life, but he didn’t think there was anything particularly attractive about them.

For many plots, you can guess the second half after watching the first half.

Of course, for a native Chu person like Zhao Yan, many of the plots in the Capital Grand Theater have never been seen or heard before.

“It’s about to begin!”

With the sound of a gong, the curtain slowly opened, and Zhao Yan looked very excited at the side.

Fang Xiu looked at the stage, and when he saw the familiar scene arrangement, he understood it in his heart.

It’s nothing more than a plot about investigating and solving a case, with nothing novel about it.

This is indeed the case.

In his opinion, the very cliché plot, at this moment, has touched the hearts of countless viewers, including Zhao Yan, of course.

Halfway through the sight, Zhao Yan had already grabbed Fang Xiu’s arm, looking very nervous.

From time to time, he would ask Fang Xiu in a low voice whether this person was a bad person or a good person, and whether that person would die.

Although Fang Xiu felt a little helpless, he answered them one by one.

Finally, after an hour-long performance, this ancient version of the movie ended.

At this moment, Zhao Yan had changed from holding Fang Xiu’s arm to holding his arm.

Her eyes also turned red, and she didn’t know where she was moved by the plot.

The curtain slowly closed.

Zhao Yan’s eyes were still a little red.

She was silent for a long time and said with emotion: “Obviously two people love each other so much, why did it end like this?

If they had been honest with each other from the beginning and made everything clear, how could there be anything later? How could Duan Lang accidentally hurt his most beloved woman in the midst of these things?

Fang Xiu, are you right?”

There was no reply for a while.

Zhao Yan turned her head and looked to her side, only to see Fang Xiu closing his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

“Fang Xiu?”

She called out softly when she saw this scene.

Still no response.

At this moment, she seemed to have understood something, and her pretty face suddenly turned a little dark. She pinched the arm she was holding, twisted it hard, and gritted her teeth angrily: “Fang Xiu!”

(End of Chapter)