Chapter 1143

On the way, the fifth Niang simply explained xiaofengjiao's affairs, which was a wake-up call for them. In case they really face-to-face with xiaofengjiao after a while, so as not to let other people touch her.

After all, only by knowing yourself and the other can we win a hundred battles.

Ye Huan's sobbing voice overlaps with the tunes not far away, forming a more strange tune, which makes people feel more flustered.

The melody from afar has been disturbed by Ye Huan's cry, and nothing can be heard.

The fifth read some fire big, "shut up, cry again, leave you here."

Ye Huan is too scared to cry any more. He follows the person in front with a hard little step for fear that he will be left behind.

Fifth, she listened attentively. She could hear a melodious melody. She called out, "don't read it." can you hear what kind of melody it is

"Boss, I don't like these little songs."

Fifth Nian found that he had asked in vain. I'm afraid it's more difficult to expect the old monk to have some emotional appeal than to ascend to heaven.

"I've heard the ditty." Jiang Ping frowned and said, "that Song Feng Yuanman sang before is this tune, but we can't understand what she sang at all?"

"The new princess is drunk."

The speaker is He Yan. He's an opera riddle. He likes everything and knows a lot about it.

The fifth read carrying green Yingying lantern look back, cold eyes with cold light hit in He Yan's body, "are you sure it's the new princess drunk?"

He Yan nodded without hesitation, "it must be."

I remember the old man I met today said that what xiaofengjiao is good at is the new princess getting drunk.

She did not move, slightly drooping eyelids, in the green Yingying light, appears more pale, provoked He Yan waved to her, "you quickly turn to continue to walk." It's going to scare him to death.

The fifth read fiercely stare one eye of He Yan, frighten all people collective pour to take out a cold air, this facial expression is more frightening than female ghost.

After turning around, the pace of the fifth thought obviously accelerated.

After passing through the thick fog, we can see villagers coming from all directions from a long distance. They are dressed in the style of decades ago, chatting while walking, and everyone's face is filled with joy. Everyone present can feel how happy it is to live in an era without war.

But in those days, there was no war, but there were too many disturbances.

Someone came towards them and said hello to the fifth Nian, "girl, I look at you. Which village is it?"

Fifth read slightly surprised, these ghosts even think they are also to listen to the play?

Dongfang Zhao and Zhao he, who follow behind, are afraid. Their legs are trembling, trying to reduce their sense of existence.

Fifth Nian smiles and says, "we're not from any village. We're from the same village."

"No wonder your clothes look so good, but don't you wear so much hot?"

"It's not hot. It's windy on the island. Wear more clothes to keep warm."

A few ghosts said and laughed, "now in July, you are wearing too many cotton padded jackets, aren't you?" Under the guidance of the ghost, they went to the open space of the township office building. The fifth thought told everyone, "find a seat and sit down. Don't disperse. Don't read. You look at them. You can only do it when necessary. Congratulations, you follow me."

Dongfang Zhao said pitifully, "goddess, I will follow you." Sitting with ghosts, they are either crazy or crazy.

The fifth read fiercely glared at him one eye, "I go to find satisfactory and that Yang Xiaocheng, you follow me will only add chaos."

"Then why can you follow him?"

"His kung fu is as good as mine, can you?"

How choking!

Of course not.

Dongfang Zhao could only watch the two of them leave here. One was sulky.

Vow to go back to exercise and become a person valued by the goddess.

Zhao he asked Dongfang Zhao in a low voice, "is your goddess OK?" Anyway, she's also a weak girl. She's a tough guy. Are these boys a little useless?

"Should it be all right?" At most, the cat demon he met was the cat demon who didn't persecute him, and he had never really seen the real Kung Fu of the fifth thought, so he didn't have the bottom of his mind at this moment.

Don't worry about the danger of the fifth thought. He is the only one who believes in the strength of the fifth thought.

Instead, he quietly lightened the number of people, and then observed other ghosts. They were all low-level ghosts with no attack power. He didn't understand why these people died and didn't reincarnate. It didn't look like the ghosts with resentment and unfulfilled wishes.

The fifth read with He Yan through the private building, and then came to a small hill, can see one after another of the graves.He Yan followed her and asked in a low voice, "where is this?"

"I don't know. It should be a mass grave!" It was in this place that we found perfection yesterday. "Come on, let's go somewhere else to find the perfect."

The fifth thought of the room that had completely disappeared, and then turned around and ran back to the private building. He found that there were ghosts on the stage. He lifted down a group of ghosts who were clapping their hands, shouting "hello" and shouting xiaofengjiao's name.

"Where are we going now?"

At this time, another xiaofengjiao has appeared, and she is the one in the costume, Feng Zhongyuan.

"Feng Zhongyuan?"

Fifth read frowned, "no, she is not."

At this time, Feng's face is full of drama in her eyes. It seems that she is really integrated into the characters in the drama. She wears princess's clothes, combs Princess Yang's bun, and draws exaggerated Dan horn makeup. Her bright red lips are slightly raised. Somehow, it makes people feel not cold but shudder.

Dongfang Zhao almost stood up, his eyes locked on Feng Zhongyuan on the stage.

Or don't read a pull him back, low voice said, "she is not perfect now."

Dongfang Zhao's cold eyes swept over Feng Yuanyuan on the stage. When people get angry, they will have a rich aura, so xiaofengjiao on the stage suddenly feels the cold glare of Dongfang Zhao.

The bright red corner of his mouth stirred up a radian of sarcasm, as if he didn't take dongfangzhao's anger seriously.

Jiang Ping and others under the stage would cover their stomachs and laugh and roll all over the floor if they were to do something else. However, looking at Feng Yuanman wearing such ridiculous clothes, his front skirt is almost unable to pull up. In the cold and windy weather, they just feel the wind drilling into their bones. For them, there is nothing more frightening than now.

The key is that they still need to clap their hands. Just now, they have not clapped their hands, which has attracted a few ghosts around them.

Don't read a shout, "good, xiaofengjiao sing good."

Jiang Ping several people dare not look disorderly move, but do not read too false, others xiaofengjiao simply did not sing well?

The master of ceremonies on the stage yelled, "now let's invite xiaofengjiao to perform her masterpieces. Your concubine is drunk!"

The scene of the drunken concubine is the beginning. Xiaofengjiao shakes off her sleeve and looks charming. Even Dongfang Zhao knows for the first time that her cousin's mellow figure can also show her delicate figure. She turns around as light as a swallow, and there is also the helplessness and joys of Yang Guifei between her eyebrows.

Then he began to sing the drama, "sitting alone in the palace for several years, the holy driver dotes on me first, how lonely the palace is, and let me sleep alone."

"This is the second paragraph of the drunken princess. She sings so well He Yan immediately recognized Xiao Fengjiao's singing skills, and looked at Feng Guanyuan who was singing on the stage anxiously, "do we need to go on stage now to bring him back?"

Fifth Nian waved his hand, "it's not good for the time being. If the play starts, it can't stop. If it doesn't come to a complete end, it's bad."

Generally speaking, when a big play starts, it can't be stopped easily. Even if it's wrong, it should be finished.

"How many people are involved in this play?"

"There are two eunuchs, a Gaulish and a peilish."

The fifth read a look, only a eunuch on the stage dressed up, but also less than one, heart had an idea, without saying a word to hold the hand of He Yan, "you come with me."

He Yan's face flushed, even his first hell nervous feeling was replaced by the panic at the moment, "we, where are we going?"

"Find a costume. I want you to help me finish the play ahead of time."