The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 364 False
What's interesting?
"This student is both frivolous and frivolous."

"what?"

Yan Sanhe frowned slightly: "Once the matter is exposed, Cui Yingying's good reputation will be ruined."

The maid in red looked like her acupuncture points had been tapped.

It's strange that their troupe sang this in every high-end house, and the wealthy ladies would only feel longing for it when they heard it.

Why are you worried about Cui Yingying's reputation when you come here?
On the stage, the scholar danced with his fan and sang——

"I have seen thousands of beautiful women, but how many times have I seen such a beautiful woman? I was so dazzled that I couldn't speak, and my soul flew into the sky..."

How shameless!

Yan Sanhe sneered in his heart, "Did the matchmaker deliver the letter?"

"delivered."

"Cui Yingying nodded and agreed?"

The maid nodded, then shook her head, "I scolded the matchmaker at first, but after struggling a few times, I agreed."

After agreeing, it’s time for the tryst.

Yan Sanhe didn't know why, but the long bluestone and bamboo path in Yan Ruxian's house suddenly appeared in his mind.

The bamboo leaves are rustling, the cool breeze is blowing, and a bright moon hangs in the sky. It is a good time for men and women to have a private meeting.

"Has Mrs. Xiangguo found out?" she asked.

"Found."

"and then?"

"Then the matchmaker was called in for torture."

Maid: "The matchmaker was not afraid at all. Instead, she accused the old lady of going back on her word and being ungrateful. She also advised the old lady that if this matter was publicized, it would be detrimental to the reputation of the Cui family, so it would be better to achieve something good."

Yan Sanhe's brows tightened a little more: "Old Madam, did you agree?"

Maid: "While the old lady agreed, she also forced Zhang Sheng to go to Beijing to take the exam on the grounds that the third generation of the Cui family did not recruit white-clothed elites."

Yan Sanhe can also guess the following content. Zhang was ranked high in high school and came back to propose marriage, so the lovers finally got married.

What a vulgar story!
wrong!

Yan Sanhe was suddenly stunned for a moment.

In the story of Lu Shi and Tang Zhiwei, one is also a poor scholar and the other is a young lady from a high family;
Miss Gaomen also lost a close relative at a young age;
The young lady also has an extremely smart and capable maid named Lin Bi;

The poor scholar ended up being the top student in high school.

Coincidences came like a tide. Yan Sanhe looked straight at Lu Shi's side face for a long time before softly saying: "You go out, I want to listen to the show."

"Yes."

On the stage, Cui Yingying looked back at Zhang Sheng and smiled, half of Zhang Sheng's soul was gone, and she sighed:
"The door is hidden behind the pear blossom courtyard, and the pink wall is as high as the blue sky. I hate that God is not convenient for me. How can I not be able to control my will..."

Needless to say, these words are so well written. In a few words, a man who is secretly in love with love can express all his thoughts.

All Yan Sanhe's restlessness suddenly dissipated, he raised his chin and gradually sank in...

She didn't know how long it took before the last line of the lyrics fell, and she subconsciously looked to the left.

Lu Shi was nowhere to be found in the private room. There was only a teacup on the square table that had become cold.

"What about others?"

"Leave early."

Li Buyan waved his hand in front of Yan Sanhe a few times.

"You finally came to your senses. How many times did I call you, but you didn't hear me. What's this babbling song about? I'm so tired of singing it."

Yan Sanhe leaned back on the chair, his eyes filled with water.

"Stop talking, I finally understand why Tang Zhiwei and Tang Jianxi both like to watch theater."

"why?"

"Because there is life in the play."

"What life?"

"I can't explain a few words."

Yan Sanhe lowered his voice: "What did you hear on the other end?"

When asked about this, Li Buyan had a lot to say, but he didn't know which sentence to start with, so he simply asked: "Let me ask you, what day does today fall on?" Yan Sanhe counted with his fingers: "The first day of August. "

Li Buyan: "Lu Shi comes here every first day of the lunar month to listen to the opera."

"On the first day of every month?"

Yan Sanhe looked stunned, "What kind of special day is this?"

Li Buyan said to her heart that she didn't know.

"And the theater is always open at night to welcome guests, but Lu Shi only comes during the day. I heard that he gave the owner a sum of money."

"So, this play on the first day of every lunar month is sung only for Lu Shi?"

"Correct!"

No wonder she and Li Buyan spent so many days in the wine shop and tea house, and they didn't find out that Lu Shi liked to listen to operas.

Yan Sanhe thought to himself, this is so strange.

"Sanhe, there is something even more strange."

Li Buyan pointed at the stage, "Lu Shi only listens to The West Chamber."

"what?"

The astonishment on Yan Sanhe's face cannot be described in words.

fixed days;
Fixed repertoire;
Once a month;
What kind of fetish is this?
"Never mind, have you ever found out when he started? How many years did it last?"

"I heard about it. It started 18 years ago. Rain or shine, and we always sit in the private room on our left."

18 years ago?

It was 18 years ago?
Yan Sanhe stood up quickly, kicked away the chair behind him, rushed to the door of Lu Shi's private room, and stood still.

Above the hollow and carved door of the private room, there is a small plaque with a single word written on it: chrysanthemum.

Yan Sanhe turned back to the door of his private room and looked up. There was a word clearly written on the plaque: Bamboo.

"I've seen it. There are eight private rooms on the second floor. Their names are Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum."

"chrysanthemum?"

Yan Sanhe suddenly felt a splitting headache.

The three friends of Suihan are: pine, bamboo, and plum.

Lu Shi is a pine; Chu Yanting is a bamboo; Tang Jianxi is a plum.

Lu, Chu, Tang and Tang Zhiwei are all brothers and sisters of the same school. Those three have nicknames, so does Tang Zhiwei also have nicknames?Could it be that Ju?
"This is definitely not a coincidence, no words."

Yan Sanhe's tone was very firm, "Eighteen years ago, it happened that Tang Zhiwei redeemed himself from the Jiaofangsi, cut off his black hair, and became a nun in Shuiyue Temple."

Li Buyan's heart skipped a beat.

Yes.

Lu Shi didn't listen to operas earlier or later, but he came to sing Chunyuan at this time and hired a theater troupe to sing "The Romance of the West Chamber" specifically for him.

why?
Li Buyan seemed to be petrified, completely stunned.

Yan Sanhe: "Let's go in and take a look."

Li Buyan said blankly: "I just looked at them all, and there's nothing special about them."

Yan Sanhe walked in on his own and sat down where Lu Shi was sitting just now.

Looking down, there is a tea cup that has been drunk;

Looking up, I saw an empty stage.

Yan Sanhe sat blankly, feeling unreal as if he was looking at the sea from a mountain.

The simple living room of Shuiwolian;
Jiaofangsi’s lanterns are connected to each other;

There are patches of bamboo forest on the bluestone path...

Hui Ru, who is jealous and envious of Jing Chen;

The sweet-scented osmanthus that accompanies the passing water day and night;
Chu Yanting, who protected Tang Zhiwei as his sister, Tang Jianxi...

Scenes, like scrolls, appeared in Yan Sanhe's mind, and she suddenly felt a sense of absurdity, as if everything was fake and unreal.

So what is it really?
(End of this chapter)