Chapter 697 (1/2)
Ye Zhen doesn't know what mustard seed garden is. She brought Mo Rong Yi out today, but she didn't see him for a long time. Some words are inconvenient to say in the palace, but it's more convenient to say outside. This little prince looks like he's grown up. His heart is still not small.
Mustard garden is not in the downtown area of Kyoto. It is in a big house on the outskirts. There is a huge garden inside. In the middle of the garden, a big stage is built. Now the opera ”farewell my concubine, my concubine” is singing on the stage.
Ye Zhen has never been very interested in listening to the opera. However, it is said that Qi Yanling wrote the play book of farewell concubine in the past to relieve the boredom. Later, she did not know how to be exiled to the folk.
”Young, let's go to the front.” Mo Rong Yi pulled Ye Zhen's hand to the front, ”do you see, Yu Ji on the stage is the boss of Mei.”
”I can't see that you still like to listen to the theatre. I almost thought you were a dandy.” Ye Zhen didn't have good breath to say.
Mo Rong Yi said angrily, ”how can you be a dandy after listening to the opera? Do you think all the people in this garden are dandies?”
Ye Zhen skimmed her lips, ”when did you like to listen to the opera?”
”We all like to go to the mustard garden recently. I'm here to have a good time.” Mo Rongyi said with a smile that he couldn't understand what opera was singing, that is, he loved to be lively.
”What's the origin of boss Mei?” Ye Zhen looked at Yu Ji on the stage and didn't think he had much power.
Mo Rong Yi said with a smile, ”the play is good. I heard that people look good, and they are more beautiful than women.”
Ye Zhen knows that the troupe's Huadan are all men, even if she looks like a woman after makeup, does she really look like a woman?
”Have you seen it?” Ye Zhen asked.
Mo Rong Yi shook his head, ”No.”
Ye Zhen resisted the impulse of rolling his eyes, and he found a seat to sit down. Soon, a boy dressed up by a boy brought cakes and fruits hot tea. Mo Rong Yi put a ding of silver on the table top.
”It seems that the owner of mustard garden can really make money.” Just like this, a play costs a ding of silver. How much do you want to earn in a day?
”You must not tell the emperor that we are coming to the theatre.” Mo Rong Yi said.
As they were talking, the drama on the stage was coming to an end, but there was some commotion in the front position.
”It's noisy.” Mo Rong Yi said in a bad way.
Ye Zhen slightly frown at the position in front of her as if to see a familiar figure.
”Who is the man in front who is calling to see boss may?” Ye Zhen points to a brocade dress man to ask a way in front.
Mo Rong Yi took a look, ”Oh, that person, Liang Chun, have you not seen it?”
”Yes.” Ye Zhen if thoughtful nodded, is not Lu Fang Er insist to marry Liang Hou ye? ”What is he doing?”
”I heard that Liang Chun went to the mustard garden every day, probably because boss Mei was fighting with others.” Mo Rong Yi stood up, ”isn't that Wang's uncle?”
Ye Zhen looks at the man who quarrels with Liang Chun. He looks like he is in his fifties. He is fighting with Liang Chun. He is indeed a famous opera fan in Kyoto.
”Why did Ji Wang quarrel with Liang Chun?” Ye Zhen doubts ground asks a way.
”Go and see.” Mo Rong Yi cried, and had gone to the place where the quarrel was ahead.