Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 318 Another Year Has Come
It is almost the end of the year again, and even theaters have begun to arrange special programs for the Spring Festival. These are mainly festive and will be seven-day charity performances starting from the third day of the Lunar New Year. In other words, performances that could only be seen by paying a lot of money in the past will now be available to everyone during the Chinese New Year for free.

This is the rule that Xia Lin set for the theater. It is very likely that this custom will continue. There is no other reason other than to have fun.

Don't underestimate this song and dance troupe. Many people say that it is a place where moral principles and music have collapsed, but those who say so are really honest with their bodies. Those conservatives who wrote memorials to the emperor and cried bitterly would sneak over to watch their performance every few months.

After all, the performance on stage is more vivid and specific than words, and who doesn’t like to watch beautiful girls perform?

Especially on holidays like this, some people would come from thousands of miles away to have fun. They would be happy to spend three or four days here even if it takes more than ten days on the road.

"Speaking of which, this is my first time here, and it's all thanks to you, Lord Xia."

Princess Pingyang was seated in a private room on the second floor when someone brought her tea, cakes, nuts and other things. It was obviously a much better treatment than the ones sitting downstairs. However, this kind of private room could not be ordered just by having money. It had to be of high grade and specifications. If you were of rank below the fourth, don't even ask. Asking would only bring humiliation to yourself.

"Oh, you're being polite to me and it seems like you're playing tricks on me." Xia Lin grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started to eat them. "We're going to have a new play today, so I'm going to help His Highness win first place, right?"

Xia Lin leaned back in his chair, and someone immediately came up to wash his feet and massage them. However, Her Royal Highness the Princess did not like being touched so she refused the service.

"I heard that the plays here were all written by Lord Xia?"

"No. It was written by a man called Shu Ren."

"Who is that?"

"My pen name."

Princess Pingyang glanced at him and said, "You bastard..."

"Hey! That's different. Xia Lin is Xia Lin, and the tree man is the tree man. If something taboo really happens, they will catch the tree man. What does it have to do with me, Xia Lin?"

"Okay, okay, you've really thought it through." The princess nodded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You can even think of such a small detail."

"When you are in the world, you have to be careful and cautious."

Xia Lin turned his head to look at Princess Pingyang, and realized that she was actually only a girl of twenty-four or twenty-five years old. In the Internet age, she would probably still have to ask her parents for permission before going home at nine o'clock in the evening. But now, she has become a powerful general, a man who even the king of carbon-based creatures in the seventh century did not dare to act rashly in front of her.

"looks good?"

"Look, you have to ask too? You have too many questions."

"You are looking at me." Princess Pingyang frowned. "Is there any part of me that aroused Lord Xia's lust?"

"Hey! You're talking so rudely." Xia Lin pointed at the girls performing on the stage below and said, "I can pick any pretty girl here."

"Are they princesses?"

"My wife is the princess."

Princess Pingyang smiled softly and asked, "Does your wife know how to fight?"

Xia Lin was silent for a moment. What kind of ancient Lei's comparison method is this... According to her, she is the best in the world, but that's not how it works.

However, he had gotten used to the way His Highness spoke these days and was not overly surprised. He just felt that everyone in the Li family seemed to have a bad habit, which was that they refused to admit defeat.

After a while, Xia Lin told the foot-washing technician to leave. Only he and the princess were left in the room. Xia Lin poured himself a cup of tea and asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"After your Li family raises an army and starts an uprising, you will take charge of the power."

"Don't bother yourself with such matters. Do you really want to meet me on the battlefield?"

"Yes." Xia Lin stretched lazily. "Break through your formation and capture Princess Pingyang alive. If you say this, my reputation will rise. I will be the number one military god."

"You're dreaming." Princess Pingyang sneered, "Your mediocre skills may be enough to deal with Wang Shichong and his ilk, but if you fight me within three days, I will beat you into submission. Don't expect me to show you mercy, because I will strip you naked and hang you in a cage outside the battlefield so that people can see how miserable you, the commander-in-chief, look."

"Fuck, do you have to be so cruel?" Xia Lin laughed: "Don't be a jerk. At least wear some pants."

"Then put on some pants for you."

"If there really comes a day when I meet you on the battlefield and you lose to me, what will you say?"

"You've lost the battle, what else is there to say? You can kill me or chop me up as you like."

Xia Lin stroked his chin and began to ponder. Princess Pingyang reached out and pinched his arm: "Don't think about those dirty things. I would rather bite my tongue and commit suicide." "Don't be so stubborn. As long as you have the green mountains, you will never worry about lack of firewood. Survive first."

"That won't do. If the commander dies, the army will either be defeated or advance. If the commander rebels, the army will surely perish."

Xia Lin fell silent again, and after a long while he said, "Then I will also strip you naked and hang you in front of the battle."

"Why don't you just kill me?"

"Oh! You, you've already stripped me naked and hung me up, so why can't I hang you up?"

"I left you a pair of pants."

"Hey..." Xia Lin sneered: "Then I'll leave you a pair of pants too."

The two of them discussed this for about thirty minutes, and finally they even fought in the void. The battlefield was on the North China Plain. Why was it a plain? Because both sides were cavalry, and they couldn't go to Hu Jian's mountain valleys to fight guerrilla warfare.

But this kind of verbal drill, even if the world's top military god came, is basically the same as two children drawing a tank on a piece of paper, and then one telling the other "My cannon is a super invincible cosmic particle cannon, which can pierce the earth with one shot."

So the two of them almost stacked the cavalry into the Star Army. Any soldier would be three meters tall and weigh seven hundred kilograms, and a horse could carry eighty thousand kilograms.

Is it interesting for a famous general Li Sanniang and a serious military player Xia Daosheng to have such a boring discussion in such a place? Actually, it is interesting. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, one of them is a cold war princess and the other is a young genius with outstanding abilities, but in fact, they are 21 and 24 respectively, and the 24-year-old doesn't have any entertainment activities in his daily life.

Then looking back at the boring argument between them, isn’t it not so boring anymore?
The following performance has now entered the intermission stage, and a warm-up performance of about 40 minutes will begin.

This kind of performance is the real highlight, with songs, interpretations and everything else included. Several famous singers in Fuliang became famous during this kind of warm-up performance.

The real reason why these performances were called the collapse of morality and music was due to the warm-up performances. It was not because they were vulgar or nude, but mainly because Xia Lin, Li Yuanji and Feng Lingyue came up with the rocking instrument, and a by-product of this was pop music.

It is not the pop music of this era but the pop music of more than a thousand years later. Guitar is such a simple thing, but the mix of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign instruments, coupled with some pure vernacular lyrics and easy-to-understand meanings, makes many people feel that these performances are a tarnish to the elegance of drama.

Even Princess Pingyang frowned when she heard this: "Is this your idea? Why do you want to make something so tacky?"

"Is it tacky?" Xia Lin pointed at the audience and said, "Listen carefully."

At this moment, a male singer with a deep voice was singing "Spring in the North" in the audience. When the line "new buds are just beginning to appear on the larch" came out, Her Royal Highness's mind was immediately filled with images of spring in her hometown.

Although the love stories in the story are unpleasant, they really remind the princess of home.

After listening to the song, she sat there with her lips pursed for a long time without saying anything, and Xia Lin fed her a peeled pine nut and put it in her mouth: "Your Highness, the most vulgar is the most elegant. Let me ask you a question, are those vast common people considered human beings?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess was silenced by him. She was embarrassed to say that they were not human beings, because even Emperor Hongbao did not dare to say so. But if she insisted that they were human beings, those people did not even have the chance to talk to her, so how could they be considered human beings?

"Yes, Your Highness is silent."

Xia Lin reached out and held the princess's hand. The princess pulled it back as fast as lightning: "What are you doing?"

"Okay." Xia Lin raised a finger: "Your Highness, please remember your current emotions. Then I will ask you another question. Now that Xia Daosheng, the magistrate of Fuliang County, has offended you, how do you feel?"

The princess thought for a moment and said, "You are so annoying."

"Yeah, it's just a spoiled word. If the princess had been a little more shameless, she could have touched and pinched him in this place where no one is around. It wouldn't be a big deal."

"You fart."

"I was just giving an analogy." Xia Lin smiled and spread his hands. "But what if I put it another way? The one who just held your Highness's hand was a little servant who lived on swill from a poor scholar's home in Luoyang City?"

"Then you're dead."

Xia Lin turned his head and stared at her: "Right, in fact, these two are the same person. You actually don't treat them as human beings. But I am different. I treat them as human beings. These songs are not only for you to listen to, but also for them to listen to. They can hum a few lines when they sit down and have free time. If you say that there are poems and allusions in them, can they understand?"

"Do you think the play the troupe will perform for charity will be the Three Kingdoms or the Dream of the Red Chamber?"

The princess hesitated for a moment: "What could that be?"

"Brother Liu came back to visit his family and happened to meet the pretty widow."

The princess couldn't hold back her laughter, but her wound hadn't healed yet, and it hurt so much that she could only pinch Xia Lin's hand hard.

Xia Lin just silently pulled her hand away and said, "Princess, please respect yourself."

(End of this chapter)