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She kowtowed several times.
After kowtowing, she looked back, showing just the right amount of surprise: "Second brother?!"
She ran over with her skirt in hand, with a concerned look on her face, "You are even more exposed, why did my second brother come up the mountain? If he falls, it will be very distressing!"
Xiao Yi was too lazy to expose her.
He handed her the cloak and said, "Put it on."
"It turns out that the second brother is here to give me clothes" Nan Baoyi tidied up her cloak, "The second brother cares about my little sister, he is a rare good person in the world!"
"Noisy." Xiao Yi mentioned the goat's horn lantern she placed beside the futon, "Go down the mountain."
"Wait!" Nan Baoyi took out a triangular amulet, "I specially donated incense money to get an amulet for my second brother. Wear it on your body, and when you go to the battlefield, I will protect you!"
She stood on tiptoes to hang the amulet around Xiao Yi's neck.
??The treasure temple in the mountain is filled with the sound of wooden fish.
The palace is full of splendor and the palace lanterns are brilliant.
The little girl standing close at hand stood under the lotus lantern, her red and phoenix eyes were crystal clear.
She is so clean, like a fleeting night tree in the world, coming across time.
Xiao Yi lowered his head in a strange way, making it easier for her to hang up the talisman.
Nan Baoyi hid the amulet in his lapel and raised his eyebrows with satisfaction: "Second brother will definitely be safe and return in triumph!"
When he was about to go down the mountain, Nan Baoyi saw a fortune teller on the side of Baoguan, and couldn't help but grab Xiao Yi's sleeve, making a fuss about the fortune teller.
The old Taoist priest smiled and accepted Xiao Yi's two coins and gave them two lottery tubes.
Xiao Yi shook his hand casually.
A bamboo stick fell on the table and read: "Beautiful flowers, full moon, life, and good years."
It¡¯s signed.
He glanced at the little girl.
She held the lottery tube with her eyes closed and shook it nervously for a long time before finally shaking the next lottery:
"Two lives are in one body, but a single shadow."
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Xiao Yi's eyes were dark, and the moment the little girl opened her eyes, he exchanged the two signatures.
Nan Baoyi picked up the bamboo stick and suddenly felt sweet in his eyes: "The flowers are beautiful and the moon is full, and life will be prosperous! Second brother, I got the lucky draw! I will definitely marry into a good family!"
Xiao Yi flicked her fair and tender forehead, "You talk about being married all day long, let outsiders hear, they will laugh at you."
Nan Baoyi touched his forehead shyly.
She skipped outside the hall.
Behind the desk, the old Taoist priest put his hands in his sleeves and smiled kindly: "Destiny cannot be replaced at will. Even if you are protected by the purple star, you may not be able to protect a person who has been wandering for two generations."
Xiao Yi twirled the stick and signed it.
With a "pop" sound, he coldly broke off the signature.
¡°I don¡¯t believe in fate.
"If God doesn't want to give her a full moon, then I will give it to her myself."
He walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
The old Taoist priest looked at the broken lotus he threw on the ground.
The signature has turned into powder.
The night wind blew into Baoguan, extinguishing several lotus lanterns and scattering the powder.
The old Taoist priest Xuanzhi laughed twice: "Fate!"
Xiao Yi stepped out of the threshold.
The palace lanterns are gorgeous, and the little girl is holding a small bamboo basket and playing with the things inside happily.
She raised her head with a smile: "The little Taoist priest said that I donated too much incense money, so he gave me a basket of food, including two bunches of red bean rice dumplings, six salted duck eggs, and a pot of realgar wine."
Xiao Yi touched her head and said, "We'll eat after we go down the mountain."
He carried the bamboo basket for her.
The mountains are dark and the stars are dim.
The little girl held up a lantern and jumped up and down the bluestone steps. The ball of light in her hand also bounced around, like a little monster in the mountains.
There was a layer of warmth in his heart for no reason, and he actually wished that the bluestone steps would be more winding and the end of the road would be further away.
After arriving at Zhuangzi, Nan Baoyi felt that the rice dumplings and salted duck eggs presented by Laojun Pavilion were more auspicious and might be able to ward off evil spirits, so he called Lotus Leaf and Jiang Suihan and invited them to eat together.
She has a cheerful temperament, and so does Jiang Suihan.
There was no longer any quarrel over the marriage issue, and the two quickly got together.
Xiao Yi held a red bean rice dumpling and walked over??, the more uncomfortable I feel.
I always feel that it is inappropriate to leave Jiang Suihan here.
What if the little girl discovers that he has no serious disease?
What if Jiang Suihan is attracted to Nan Jiaojiao?
So he decided to take Jiang Suihan with him to the battlefield.
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After the mulberry leaf crisis was resolved, Nan Baoyi returned to Jinguan City on the second day of the Dragon Boat Festival.
The carriage is spacious and comfortable. It passes through Zhuangzi and reaches the official road. The sound of the carriage is very peaceful in the early morning.
Nan Baoyi sat in the corner and took out a stack of manuscript paper from the interlayer of the treasure box.
This is a biography she wrote for Xiao Yi in her previous life.
She flipped through the part about Yelang Kingdom, wanting to reveal some military secrets to the powerful officials, but it did not mention the details of the war, and she really didn¡¯t know how Xiao Yi conquered Yelang in his previous life.
Jiang Suihan stretched his neck curiously: ""The Biography of the Imperial Master"Nan Xiaowu, are you writing a book? Who is this Imperial Master? His life is quite remarkable."
"I won't tell you." Nan Baoyi hid the manuscript paper like a treasure.
Jiang Suihan opened the folding fan: "Nan Xiaowu, don't you think the biography of this kind of character is very dull?"
"Stiff?"
"It's just boring! I suggest you use the Imperial Master as the prototype, do some artistic processing, and write his life into an interesting story."
Nan Baoyi didn¡¯t understand: ¡°What is artistic processing?¡±
"It's an adaptation! For example, although he has a wife, he prefers his childhood sweetheart. He takes the childhood sweetheart as his favorite concubine, so a fierce fight breaks out between his wife and his favorite concubine, and various poisons are used to frame Zha Xiao people!"
Nan Baoyi was surprised: "What kind of story is this?"
"This is called a romance house fight!" Jiang Suihan said proudly, "After Qingmei became pregnant, he doted on his concubine and killed his wife even more. Because Qingmei acted coquettishly and wanted to eat fish, he ordered the first wife to go into the water to catch fish, but unfortunately the first wife drowned. "
"After drowning, he discovered that the one he really loved was his wife. When he was regretting it, the doctor suddenly discovered that his wife was also pregnant with children, and they were twins! In the end, the emperor's hair turned gray overnight and he committed suicide. !¡±
There are too many flaws, Nan Baoyi smacked her lips: "This is too bloody, isn't it?"
I wouldn¡¯t even dare to write like this in the market!
"Don't be afraid of blood, it will only look good if it is sprinkled with blood in pots and basins! You can do some artistic processing based on this story, write it and publish it in a book. You can sell books and make money!"
Nan Baoyi cupped her cheek and meditated.
"Writing books and selling them will not only make money, but also make her famous. Maybe many people will praise her as a talented woman.
After all, Nan Yan couldn¡¯t write such a bloody thing.
"I've already thought of the title for you," Jiang Suihan said mysteriously, "Let's call it "The Story My Imperial Master and I Have to Tell", or "The Overbearing Powerful Minister Loves Me Again". It will definitely become a hit! Once it becomes popular, , if you adapt it into a play and select people to perform it in the theater, the seats will be full!"
Nan Baoyi was even more puzzled: "But what kind of opera is this? Peking opera or Yue opera?"
"This is called drama!"
Nan Baoyi has been watching theater since she was a child.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: Beijing, Yue, Henan and Kunming, Suzhou Pingtan, whoever dares to sing, she dares to listen.
I have listened to it for so many years, but I have never heard of such a novel play.
She happens to have some friendship with the boss of Yulouchun, and boss Han is also unconventional. Maybe they will hit it off and become popular in Shengjing City!
She was ready to make a move and thought Jiang Suihan¡¯s suggestion was great!
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