In the end, Widow Chen followed her daughter's idea and went to Songjiang Mansion excitedly, hoping to get the eyes of noble people, and became famous. "How come she hasn't been popular in Shanghai recently, and stage plays like dramas, or foreign things like Hu Ji dance have become popular.

In addition, in terms of opera, the competition is more intense than that in Jinling. Talented women from all over the world and beauties from all over the country are competing for beauty, and behind the scenes, the strong support of the rich is supported by the rich. Because Shen Qing'er was a little girl from the Yangzhou, she was good at, and the people in Songjiang Mansion were tired of listening to it. In less than a month, the owner of the park used a soft trick and drove the mother and the mother out.

The mother and daughter were so disappointed. According to the widow Chen, she would go back to Yangzhou and open a theater by herself.

Shen Qing'er said, "He is here, now he is going home like a stove cat, and he will be laughed to death. As the saying goes, if you don't keep people here, you will have a place to keep people. It's better to go to the capital again. Even if you are not satisfied, it will be considered a platform."

Widow Chen said, "My aunt, rely on your luck. How can I refute you if you want to go to Jinling? But we have left the opera troupe and have gone far away. We are as close as we are now. What if we are the same as here, what should we do?"

Shen Qing'er smiled and said, "If that happens, I will fight. It's not that my daughter boasted that if I am unlucky, no one will be sought after. With my body, I will be fascinated by those officials and rich people."

When Widow Chen saw that her daughter said this, she didn't listen, so she didn't say anything.

A few days later, the mother and daughter boarded a large passenger ship leading to Jinling and went upstream along the Yangtze River.

The passenger ship is divided into first-class second-class third-class third-class second-class second-class second-class tickets. Shen Qing'er bought a second-class ticket. There was a row of seats outside the cabin. He didn't rush to rest, so he chose a clean seat by the window to sit down.

The boat was about to open. She leaned against the boat window and looked at the dock. People came and went, and people were extremely lively. From time to time, she could see a few foreigners in strange clothes, each with humble expressions and constantly giving way to the Han people.

Suddenly, a few people came out of the first class cabin. At the front was a young man with extraordinary appearance and speaking as he walked, with a very eye-catching spirit.

There were farewells behind, and they all looked at them all, judging by their demeanor. The young master couldn't help but stare at him for a few more times and walked over.

Shen Qing'er said in his heart: "Huh. Who is this?"

Unexpectedly, there was a burst of laughter from behind, and someone squeezed himself. When he turned his head, he saw that he was a young man wearing a green double-breasted jacket but a lake-colored flower satin narrow sleeves and thin waisted robe. What was strange was that his hair was cut into a rare flat head, like the new school's unique students, but why were they wearing traditional robes instead of the pretty student outfit?

Shen Qing'er asked with a question. Seeing the young man leaning against his seat, he moved inside. He couldn't be particular about his stay when he was out, and even the ladies of his family had to endure inconvenience.

I noticed that the young man's hands were constantly moving. He touched the place and pinched it. He seemed to be very excited. His eyes were looking at him with his back, and Shen Qing'er felt amused. He didn't show his face and said to his mother: "It's almost time, let's go back to the room."

Widow Sun's mouth was stuck in her throat. Because she wanted to talk to her daughter, she vomited "splash" and spit it on the young man's new satin robe.

The young man was all focused on the beauty around him. Without any precautions, he whispered a disgusting old Huang phlegm and said furiously: "Damn my dear mother! Do you not even understand the word "public morality"?"

Stand up and call in a stack of calls, "Come, come."

A servant wearing torn boots and a patched blue shirt came in from outside. The young man whispered louder and louder: "Reverse, backward, now the world is getting worse and worse! The dirty servant is actually sitting opposite me, don't you spit her for me."

Seeing his behavior, Shen Qing'er was at most a top-notch official. She knew it when she looked at the servant. She held her mother with one hand and looked at the other party with a sneer, "I have offended the Lord, and I have not violated any royal law! I just bought a second-class ticket like my mother and daughter, and I was shouting. Such a big boat and so many first-class cabins, I have to squeeze among us."

A few words made the young man blush and looked red. I didn't know how to refute him, so I had to vent my anger on my own servant and sternly said: "Don't be lucky, hurry up and change my clothes."

But the servant was not good at it and replied honestly: "Young Master, I bought it from the shop because I didn't have a robe to go out."

Before he could finish his words, the young man turned redder in shame and shouted, "I'm foolish, why don't you get out of here?"

The servant ran away with grumble, making Qinger and his daughter laugh secretly. He pulled a newspaper and wiped the thick phlegm. He probably had no shame to continue sitting down and left with the box.

At this time, the pleasant whistle that had just come out sounded, and the people who saw off were disembarking, and then the young man with extraordinary appearance came over alone and sat down in the empty seat opposite Shen Qing'er.

The passenger ship gradually left the dock. In addition to the noises such as rising sails, the boat quickly became quiet. Shen Qing'er gave up the idea of ​​returning to the room and watched the young master take out a book with watercolor pictures and quietly.

Widow Shen is the one who cannot survive without talking. She talked about her daughter in a random manner and soon talked about her own business. Shen Qing'er secretly pulled off the corner of her mother's clothes and frowned. Widow Shen didn't dare to continue talking.

The young man just put down the book and looked up at the mother and daughter. Both sides had a long journey and they unknowingly spoke.

Widow Sun talked with the young master with great enthusiasm. Shen Qing'er listened with a smile. Seeing that the book was on the back, there was a peony on the cover. It was really red and cute. She reached out and took it over.

When he opened the writing, he looked at the first page with a woman with makeup on the play. Shen Qing'er was someone who had read the playbook and could not recognize a few words. When he saw the little shadow of the Yang Opera master, Miss Lan Fang, was surprised and couldn't help but look carefully for a long time.

Qing'er bit her lip and couldn't help but attach herself to her mother's ear and said something unknown. Widow Sun was quick-talking and smiled, "Don't worry, this day will come sooner or later."

Qing'er glanced at her mother unhappily, put down the book, pretending to watch the wild scenery outside, and silently leaning on the window. The young man smiled and pondered for a moment, got up and went to the first class cabin.

Passenger ships have begun to meet modern industry standards. Songjiang Mansion, like later generations, has been ahead of the times in all aspects. At noon, someone came over with a cart with several porcelain basins on it. Widow Sun asked this and that, and ordered a few things that she didn't eat often.

The taste of the meal cannot be said to be good or bad, because the mother and daughter were a little uncomfortable with boiled peanuts, stir-fried peppers and stewed potatoes with beans. While eating, laughter came from behind with the wind. Shen Qing'er looked back and saw the young master at first sight, and smiled without realizing it.

The smile didn't make me feel bad. The young master took a sip of white wine, his eyes lit up, and he blurted out his mouth. The wine snatched his lips and splashed on Qing'er's face with the wind.

Shen Qing'er said "Ouch", and Widow Sun hurriedly asked what was wrong? She lied and said, "It's nothing, I'm confused by the wind."

While saying that, he wiped his cheeks with no blame at all.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked over and said with a smile: "Miss, are you frightened? My young master is inconvenient to come over and asks me to come and apologize."

Shen Qing'er understood in her heart, and she smiled without saying anything. Widow Sun asked what was going on, and the middle-aged man smiled and told the situation.

Widow Sun asked, "Didn't you be blinded?"

Shen Qing'er only smiled but didn't say anything. Another person who looked like a housekeeper came over and asked the middle-aged man: "I asked Mr. Yu, have the guest invited me?"

The middle-aged man said, "You go back and say, I will definitely invite you here."

After saying that, he lowered his head and said a few words in Widow Sun's ear. The widow smiled and said with a smile: "How can you be so embarrassed?" While saying that, he plucked his daughter's temples and said: "Anyway, I'm not afraid of others' jokes. Qing'er, you go over with this master, they apologize sincerely."

How could Shen Qing'er not understand? She seemed to be willing to face her face without wishing, and she looked like she was just a mother. She slowly took out a small glass mirror with teeth inlaid, evened her face, and asked, "Where are you?"

Widow Sun smiled and said, "That master did not reward me with grace, what should I do?"

The middle-aged man said, "Good sister-in-law, don't worry. My British Duke's Mansion has always treated people with sincerity and never did evil things. Qing'er went over and sat there, and I'll accompany you to have a drink, but I'm afraid you will be indifferent?"

Shen Qing'er was stunned and thought to himself that the Duke of England was shocked and happy. He was no longer reluctant and quickly stood up.

Jinling Xu Mansion.

Xu Hao taught Mu Lanxiang to write step by step, and her cousin Qianqian stood aside and watched. Mu Ningxue accompanied Feng, who was blind. Feng Wenjun looked very happy, and behind her was the genius dressed as an aunt.

Mu Ningxue smiled and said, "The seventh brother is coming back. Congratulations to his younger brother and sister. Last year he went to Songjiang Prefecture and compiled a book of Ming operas, which won praise. It is okay if he can't be a local official. Being a noble and precious Beijing official is in line with his temperament."

Feng Wenjun smiled and said, "I think so too. My husband is very talented, but he doesn't like mundane affairs. He really can't be the county magistrate, and he is afraid that he will disappoint his third brother."

Xu Hao looked up and said, "Why would I be disappointed? Lao Qi likes to do research, and I am not happy yet. Come back, let him take the time to teach the children. Opera is not inferior, but it is called art. Of course, it is not good to lose your ambitions when playing things, and you should not indulge in those actors. If you really like to listen to operas and sing operas, it would be good to study them."

Du Qianqian said: "Everyone is respected by opera. It is because they use this as a pastime, but they have less effort. This time I carefully read the masterpiece of my seventh brother, and I realized that there are so many songs in the world, and what we hear is nothing more than a few types of Jiangnan."

"Yes" Xu Hao didn't know if Peking Opera was going to be ruined in his hands. It shouldn't be the case. Various art forms will be born in the north sooner or later.
Chapter completed!