Republic of China: My great warlord, many children, many blessings.

Now he's just a lowlife.

“That place won’t do; there are too many people and it’s too noisy. My father won’t let me go,” Yuan Kewen said, shaking his head.

Shen Hao thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll arrange a place this afternoon. Young Master Yuan, feel free to sing, but please don't reveal your identity."

"Really?" Yuan Kewen's eyes lit up, like a starving wolf.

"Of course it's true," Shen Hao said confidently.

550 “Okay, then it’s settled.” Yuan Kewen became somewhat excited.

His favorite thing is singing Kunqu Opera; he finds it very enjoyable.

He just hasn't had the chance to show his abilities.

Having found common ground, Shen Hao and Yuan Kewen quickly became closer at the dinner table.

Looking at Shen Hao chatting and laughing with Yuan Kewen, Jin Yanxi couldn't help but admire him; he was truly inferior to Shen Hao in terms of social skills.

After a few rounds of drinks, the three parted ways, and Shen Hao went to make arrangements.

He rented out a theater, and most of the audience were Shen Hao's henchmen left in Beijing; the rest were laborers.

People like this never have the money to watch plays on a normal day, so they'd be thrilled to see one for free.

There was a theater in the south of the city that could accommodate 300 people, which could be considered a large courtyard.

Yuan Kewen was very satisfied with this arrangement.

I was worried that it was a small venue and I wouldn't be able to perform to my full potential.

Compared to the flamboyance of Peking Opera, Kunqu Opera is more elegant, and cultural figures of this era prefer Kunqu Opera.

The reason for this is that Kunqu Opera is beautiful, and its beauty lies in its lyrics.

The lyrics of "The Peony Pavilion" and "The Peach Blossom Fan" are both beautiful.

Wang Shifu's "The Romance of the Western Chamber" is a prime example.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Yuan Kewen changed into his costume and put on makeup, and walked onto the stage with great excitement.

Shen Hao led the applause.

The entire audience erupted in applause!

A chorus of applause erupted!

Amidst the cheers, Yuan Kewen lost himself; at that moment, he seemed to be both Zhang Gong and his beloved Cui Yingying.

Boundless spring sorrow, red and green rouge and powder.

A blush rose to her cheeks.

With each step, the willows sway in the wind; with each word, the warbling of orioles comes from beyond the flowers.

Such a beautiful woman is hard to find in this world; I truly wish to learn from the Dragon Girl and Sudhana and sit beside her on the lotus throne.

(Monk) Faben (in speech): Sir, don't talk nonsense. This is Miss Yingying, the daughter of Prime Minister Cui, and her maid Hongniang.

Zhang Gong (in white): There is such a woman in the world.

There are countless ordinary women, but a beautiful orchid blooms in a secluded valley.

I, Zhang Gong, am tormented by lovesickness today!

Zhang Gong (white): The whitewashed walls are high and separate the inside from the outside, so what's the problem?

The French (white) also agrees.

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It has to be said that Yuan Kewen is quite capable, and Shen Hao led the applause and cheers!

'good! ’

The other assassins also clapped enthusiastically. Those who were watching for free, not knowing what was going on or what was going on, also excitedly clapped along, afraid that others would see that they were laymen.

The hall erupted in cheers!

Yuan Kewen's face flushed with excitement.

This is the feeling, it's so exhilarating!

Therefore, he sang even more energetically.

(Spoken) Ah, Venerable Zen Master, I have come to pay my respects to your esteemed temple and am deeply grateful for your hospitality. I have prepared a small gift for you, and I hope you will accept it with a smile.

Faben (speaking): Master Zhang, you are so courteous as a guest, you must have some reason for this.

Zhang Gong (in white): I am currently staying at Peach Blossom Inn. The inn is quite complicated, and I am looking for a room in the temple to study the classics.

Faben (in white): What's so difficult about that? Our temple has many rooms; you can choose whatever you like.

Zhang Gong (speaking): How about this West Wing? It's bright and clean here, with lush flowers and trees; it's the perfect place to study.

Fa Ben (Bai) said that Cui Xiangguo's family members were in the backyard, which might be inconvenient.

Zhang Gong (white): The whitewashed walls are high and separate the inside from the outside, so what's the problem?

The French (white) also agrees.

……

After the song was finished, Shen Hao was the first to stand up and lead the applause.

"Well done!"

"You sang so well!"

Everyone stood up and applauded, showing Yuan Kewen the utmost respect.

"Is this the great master?"

"Yes, it's so beautiful, I can listen to it a hundred times and never get tired of it!"

The praise from the crowd made Yuan Kewen feel a little smug, as if this was the peak of his life.

My heart is pounding with excitement.

He bowed in thanks, mimicking the manner of an actor.

"Good work deserves reward!"

Immediately, countless dollars rained down on Yuan Kewen from below the stage.

In the past, Yuan Kewen would not have given these silver dollars a second glance, but today he found them exceptionally sweet.

Although being hit by the money hurt, I felt secretly delighted.

It felt like I had received recognition.

Seeing Yuan Kewen grinning broadly, Shen Hao smiled.

These people who gave the tips were all Shen Hao's loyal followers; they had to put on a convincing act.

We must make sure Yuan Kewen is so excited he can't control himself.

It's even more addictive than smoking opium.

Once backstage, I changed into casual clothes and removed my makeup.

Yuan Kewen was still too excited to contain himself and really wanted to talk to someone.

But when he saw Shen Hao come backstage, Yuan Kewen excitedly grabbed Shen Hao's hand and said, "Brother, thank you so much."

I have fulfilled my biggest dream in this life.

You are truly my confidant.

Shen Hao laughed and said, "Young Master Yuan is too kind. It was your singing that was excellent. Every word was clear and melodious, flowing beautifully like a bullet. You truly have the style of a master. Those generous tips were not given lightly."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Kewen became somewhat smug, as if he thought he was the star himself.

"Today I finally got to experience the thrill of being a star actor, it was so great! Don't call me Young Master Yuan so formally anymore, I'm a few years older than you, you can just call me Second Brother from now on," Yuan Kewen said with a smile, putting his arm around Shen Hao's shoulder.

"How can that be?" Shen Hao shook his head.

“I’m happy today, so there’s no problem. I would have been angry if you hadn’t called me,” Yuan Kewen said unhappily.

"Second Brother Yuan," Shen Hao said with a smile, clasping his hands in greeting.

"Brother Shen, how about we become sworn brothers? I had a really fucking awesome day today."

Just then, someone from backstage brought over a bouquet of roses.

Upon seeing this, Shen Hao asked, "What does this mean?"

"Mr. Shen, these flowers were a gift from someone who wanted to give them to the audience who performed earlier. They really liked them."

Yuan Kewen hurriedly took the roses and, upon seeing the various words of praise on them, was overjoyed, his hair standing on end.

I took a deep breath and smelled the sweet fragrance of the roses. It was so refreshing and wonderful!

Yuan Kewen looked thoroughly enjoying himself.

It felt amazing, so incredibly amazing! This was a feeling he had never experienced before.

For a moment, Yuan Kewen was completely mesmerized by the roses.