The gatekeeper next to him was still facing the answer, and Zhu Youjian didn't bother the young man. He walked to the table where Xu Minger wrote the question in the afternoon, took the pen on the pen holder and dipped it ink, and raised his hand to write down the answers one by one on the note.

When the young man who was guarding the gate found the five questions and matched the five questions, Zhu Youjian had already written all the answers to the twenty notes in his hand.

The young man came over and said to Zhu Youjian: Congratulations, young master, I have answered all five questions correctly.

Zhu Youjian did not speak, and handed over the twenty notes in his hand. The gatekeeper took it and saw that the answer had been written on each note.

Zhu Youjian said: These questions are enough for us to enter? Then we will go in first?

The young man guarding the gate nodded in confusion at the note in his hand. He could not react for a moment. In his opinion, why did the question that seemed difficult to reach the sky and ended so quickly. Then he suddenly came to his senses and shook his head, saying: It's not OK, I can only get in after I finish the answers correctly.

Luo Yangxing said: Just your slow look, we can go home to sleep after you finish these twenty pictures. Let’s go in first, and you will be corrected slowly. If you get wrong, you will be able to get us out soon? How many people will you get out of the wrong questions? Isn’t that fair?

The young man still shook his head and said: No, this does not comply with the rules. Why don’t you get into one question? It doesn’t take it a waste that everyone can’t see the show.

Luo Yangxing was quite helpless when he saw this man abide by the rules so rigidly.

Zhu Youjian said: You don’t have to look for it anymore. Since it was the question asked by Ms. Xu, wouldn’t you tell me if you took it and let him look at it? It wouldn’t be much faster.

The young man thought it was indeed the case, so he took twenty notes and entered the lantern eaves corridor.

The gatekeeper explained his purpose, but Xu Minger took the note without saying anything. She was a little surprised. Did she answer more than twenty questions in such a short time?

She took the note and looked at it one by one, muttering as she looked at it. The first couplet: Who is Xie Xuancheng? He only relies on the five-character poem on the river to ask the gentleman to bow his head; the second couplet: Han Jingzhou was a man who was willing to solve the problem and was willing to let the stairs three feet ahead of him. Rong Guoshi raised his eyebrows. This one was fine. After saying that, he handed the note to the young man guarding the gate.

The first couplet: When you meet someone who is destined to be, it will be worth looking through my eyes; the second couplet: As long as you reach the supreme path, as long as you stand firm in your heels, this one is fine.

After reading twenty notes in a row, there were twenty questions. Although there was no poem, none of these questions were simple. They could be answered one by one in such a short time, and there was no mistake. Xu Ming'er thought that Brother Zhu's talent was indeed better than him.

After Xu Ming'er handed all the notes to the gatekeeper, she said: I have answered all these twenty questions correctly, and some of them are better than my second couplet.

The young man who was guarding the gate thanked Xu Ming'er, and then left happily with the note.

Soon, Zhu Youjian and his group rushed in. As soon as Luo Yangxing entered the lantern eaves, he said loudly: It's still comfortable here, no one is crowded, and you can see clearly. As he said, Luo Yangxing pointed to the stage of the big theater opposite, and then said: Look, you can even see the mask of the shaman on the opposite side.

When Luo Yangxing heard that the shaman wizard mentioned, Zhu Youjian looked at the place where he pointed, he wondered, was that a shaman wizard? Why did he seem to have heard of the name of this shaman wizard? Zhu Youjian thought about it carefully for a long time, but couldn't remember where he had heard it.

Before the performance of the large theater opposite started, the group of people in the lantern eaves were chattering and talking nonstop, and the atmosphere was very high. This temple fair was a grand occasion once a year.

Zhu Youjian was a little overjoyed at this time. After all, he was the one who watched the opening ceremony of the 2008 Olympic Games. In comparison, the performance of the temple fair rewards at Bixia Yuanjun Niang Temple is really not worth mentioning.

The vocals in the lantern eaves of the corridor did not last long, and with the three buzzing sounds of buzzing sounds in the opposite theater, Zhu Youjian looked at the opposite stage and saw several folk artists who had already dressed up on the stage began to sing.

Zhu Youjian didn't know much about the operas of the Ming Dynasty, but this was the capital, so he took it for granted that the opera houses here were used to sing Peking Opera. Although Zhu Youjian didn't know much about opera, he had watched a lot of them before, at least he knew that Peking Opera was not like this.

Zhu Youjian pulled Luo Yangxing, who was watching the show on the side, and asked: What kind of show is this?

Luo Yangxing said in confusion: Brother Wu has never even heard of "Peony Pavilion"?

Zhu Youjian said: I have watched "Peony Pavilion", but I have never seen this version. I don’t have many opportunities to listen to the opera, and it is normal that I haven’t heard it. But what I asked is not what kind of opera this is, but what kind of opera this is?

Play is a play, so how can there be any kind of play? Are there many kinds of plays? Luo Yangxing couldn't help but wonder when he heard about Zhu Youjian's problem. At this time, there were few operas, which were not as good as the various opera forms derived from later generations.

At this time, Xu Minger, who was standing by, explained: This is a Southern opera.

Zhu Youjian nodded and began to listen carefully. He only heard the opposite person sing: The mountains are clear, the water is clear, people are walking on the mountain yin, and spring clouds are everywhere; officials are clear, officials are clear, villagers come to the public court for no reason, and the farming songs are sing three or two.

After hearing this sentence, Zhu Youjian applauded and shouted: OK, well sang.

Although his voice was not small, there were so many people watching the show that the people on the stage could not hear his cheers, but instead scared the people in the lantern eaves.

Xu Ming'er said: Brother Zhu also likes to watch this "Peony Pavilion"?

Zhu Youjian shook his head and said: I don’t have any special preference for "Peony Pavilion", but I just think this opera is very good. I like these sentences very much.

Xu Ming'er smiled slightly and said: People like "Peony Pavilion", which are all inspired by the story of Du Liniang and Liu Mengmei's love. Humans and ghosts are different and finally come back to life. Brother Zhu is very special and likes this "supporting farmers".

Zhu Youjian said: I think this "supporting agriculture" is what Tang Yilan said in his heart, and it is also the essence of "Peony Pavilion". Those love stories are just tossing and turning, just tossing and turning.

Brother Zhu is not old, so why do you always speak like an old master?

Zhu Youjian looked at Xu Ming'er with a sincere face and said: Miss Xu, look at my sincere eyes. I said I am almost thirty years old. Do you believe Miss Xu?

Xu Ming'er was shy when Zhu Youjian looked at her. She just took a look and hurriedly avoided her gaze and said, "Brother Zhu is talking lies with his eyes open, but Ming'er naturally doesn't believe it."

Zhu Youjian sighed helplessly: Oh, I know you don’t believe it. In fact, sometimes I can’t believe it myself. Why is honesty always not understood?

Xu Minger heard what Zhu Youjian said interestingly, and his pretended funny look, she covered her mouth and smiled, saying: Brother Zhu likes to make trouble. Then Xu Minger suddenly lowered her head and said softly, Minger likes to listen to you very much. However, the latter sentence was covered by the voices of others applauding on the stage, and Zhu Youjian did not hear it clearly.

Seeing that Zhu Youjian did not hear her clearly, Xu Minger felt a little grateful, but also a little regretful. She raised her head and continued: Brother Zhu thinks that love like Mudanting is not good?

Zhu Youjian said: It’s not that bad, I like to read it very much, but it’s not conducive to your physical and mental development. You don’t know what that girl Xiu’er has been poisoned by these words.

No matter what Brother Zhu said, Ming'er still likes to read this "Peony Pavilion", "What good times are the best scenery, and what is the sky? Who is sad and happy for the yard?" Brother Zhu thought that he could not understand the thoughts of his daughter's family. Love does not know where it arises, and goes deeper, living can die, death can live, and being born but not with death, and those who cannot be reborn are not the ultimate love. Isn't this "Peony Pavilion" the same as the allusion of "The Cuckoo Crystals Blood, and the Son of Sweetness" mentioned by Brother Zhu before, which is touching?

Seeing Xu Minger's signs of obsession, Zhu Youjian was confused and said: Oh, what's life and death? Live well and talk about life and death. Watch the show and watch the show.

Xu Ming'er chuckled, stopped talking, and began to watch the show seriously.

Three episodes of "Peony Pavilion" were sung on the stage of the big theater, namely the eighth episode, the 9th episode, the Suyuan and the 10th episode. Especially when the 10th episode, the audience was cheering.

After the three plays were sung, all the people watching the play felt that they were still unsatisfied, and the people who sang the plays on the stage had already gone down.
Chapter completed!