This is what Shen Yu thought about recently. The disaster relief method to be announced by the imperial court is not said to be in Dahuan. Looking back, no dynasty has done it. It is better than the ministers in the court who understood this method after some disputes. The people of Dahuan did not agree with this method. Don't understand.

If someone is malicious and fanatical at this time, people who don't know the inside story will easily fall into the trap.

"Ayu intends to use opera to let the people understand?" Shang Junlin picked up the playbook in Shen Yu's hand and asked.

"Yes, I originally wanted some small officials to explain it to the common people. After thinking about it, I might not be able to understand the people's hearts by oral explanation. I have to find another method, which is best to mobilize the people's discussion and thinking." Da Huan common people He loved listening to opera, so Shen Yu thought of incorporating this method into opera, and then having the opera troupe sing it to the people.

Shang Junlin flipped through the playbook, and now it's just a rough outline of the story. The handwriting on the playbook is familiar to him, and it is gloomy.

"Ayu has a heart." After reading the story, Shang Junlin only felt that the story was just right. The disaster relief was throughout, linking the whole story, and everything that happened in the play revolved around it.

What's more, Shen Yu also wrote about the possibility that someone maliciously misinterpreted the meaning of the imperial court. Considering it carefully, even if someone really wanted to make trouble at that time, the first reaction would be the bad guy in the opera.

Shen Yu was almost too busy, it just happened to be meal time, and he told the troupe a few words and followed Shang Junlin away.

"You scared me to death just now," the woman in Tsing Yi patted her chest, "Your Majesty is here, I don't even dare to let out the air."

"I didn't expect the first time to meet the Holy Spirit under such circumstances." The older man sighed that their troupe was dedicated to serving the royal family. When the first emperor was in power, he liked to have fun. It was a bad pleasure, and the troupe was completely idle.

He took over the position of the troupe leader from his master after the new emperor ascended the throne. He thought that he would be able to show off his strengths and carry forward the troupe, but the fact is that the troupe has been silent in his hands until now.

The class leader greeted the people below to continue to prepare for the new drama. This is their only chance. Whether they can fight a beautiful turnaround depends on this time.

"It's our honor that you are willing to give us this opportunity. Everyone cheer up and make sure to do this to the best of your ability and live up to your expectations!"

"Yes!"

Anyone who can enter this troupe, who is not ambitious and can be enjoyed by the royal family, must be the best troupe in the capital. didn't have this opportunity before, but now have it, must perform well and not lose the reputation of the troupe.

Eunuch Meng left and returned, and the class leader asked nervously, "I don't know what Eunuch Meng ordered?"

Although he seldom went in and out of the palace, they still knew that Eunuch Meng was the most popular person around the emperor.

"Don't tell me, it's your Majesty who specially asked our family to instruct you. After you have finished transcribing the words given by your lord, remember to hand over the original to His Majesty." Eunuch Meng smiled kindly.

"Little one knows." It turned out that because of this incident, the class teacher was relieved.

"It must be done as soon as possible. Your Majesty doesn't like your lord's things being left in the hands of others for too long." Eunuch Meng emphasized.

"Yes, yes." The class leader wiped the sweat from his forehead and watched Eunuch Meng leave.

"Master, why did Your Majesty want to go back to the playbook all of a sudden?" The man in pink came over with a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't worry about so much, find a good handwriting and copy down the playbook first." After just a while, the class leader has enough to see how much your Majesty cares about this noble lord, and will take back the playbook handwritten by the noble lord. Not surprising.

"I'll come, just to deepen my understanding of the character." The man in pink volunteered.

One of the protagonists he plays has a lot of scenes, and he really needs to know the script very well. The class leader hesitated for a moment and agreed.

The man in pink happily took the playbook and went to transcribe it.

The others looked at the back of the pink-clothed man with admiration. They were all re-trained in the troupe and had never entered the palace, let alone seen the nobles in the palace.

"Before we came, the masters in the class told us that we must be careful and careful after entering the palace. If we are not careful, we will make mistakes. At that time, if something happened to us, it would be a small thing, and it would not be too much to apologize to the troupe. As a result, I have been very nervous, and after I came, I found that it was different from what the masters said."

The young man who spoke was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a youthful expression on his face that had not yet faded away, and his eyes were also clear.

"Me too. When I entered the palace, I had to be careful with every step I took, for fear that if I took a wrong step, my heartbeat would stop when I was even more nervous when I saw you."

"Only when I met Guijun did I realize that the nobles in the mouths of the masters and the masters are different at all. They are approachable and do not put on airs. If there is something we don't understand, they will explain to us."

"I just had the courage to ask your gentleman a question. Your voice is so nice." The talking boy laughed.

"I shouldn't have hesitated for a while, or I could have asked your gentleman questions."

"It doesn't matter, you will definitely come again in the future, we still have a chance!"

"The noble man is beautiful, has a good voice, and is talented. It is no wonder that the grace of grace is not fading."

"I really envy Nan Qiao. He asked your gentleman a lot of questions today, and your gentleman answered it for him. Now he can still transcribe the script, I also want to..."

"Who doesn't want to, but our words are really not as good as Nan Qiao's."

"When the class teacher asked us to practice calligraphy, we shouldn't be lazy."

Others nodded in agreement. Today's experience fully demonstrates that good handwriting is really important.

Before the new play is finished, they all need to live here. Considering that most of the people who arrive are not young, Shen Yu specially ordered the kitchen to cook something delicious for them.

After Shen Yu entered the palace, the craftsmanship of the royal chefs in the palace skyrocketed. If nothing else, they can be said to be very handy when it comes to cooking food.

With Shen Yu's order, the food that the troupe ate in the palace was far less delicious than outside.

"Master came to the palace before, did the food taste so delicious?"

After the huge table was eaten, the teenagers who were eating slumped themselves on the chairs, and became more and more curious about the senior in the palace.

The middle-aged man who was called Master was silent for a while: "No, these should have been specially ordered by your noble lord."

In the eyes of nobles, they are only servants, and their food is not much better than that of the palace people. How can they be treated like this today.

It's no secret that Shen Yu called the actors into the Yuzhang Palace. Although he didn't know what Shen Yu's purpose was, the minister who heard the news still frowned.

"How can Your Majesty be so rambunctious, at the juncture of Subei's severe drought, yet indulge Your Majesty's enjoyment?"

"Your Majesty has been pampering this heir of the Hou family of Zhenbei for a day or two. If you don't like it, you can play impeachment."

"Now who dares to impeach this matter, don't look at it. What happened to the previous officials. The most ruthless impeachers have long disappeared in Chaoli."

"Is it possible to let His Majesty be so foolish? What does the Prime Minister think?"

"Is Your Majesty ignoring the government or what? Has your Majesty called the opera troupe into the palace to influence government affairs? Has Your Majesty been indulging in enjoying and ignoring political affairs? Your Majesty has been in the palace for so long, but did you do something harmful to Dahuan? ?"

The Prime Minister's series of questions made several ministers bewildered, and he said, "...No."

"Isn't it worth it? I said that you are also idle. You are staring at the harem every day. Are you busy with government affairs? Do you understand the specific measures for donations? Don't let this official teach you. !" The prime minister, who was so busy and crazy, really couldn't get used to these people who didn't do business.

Several officials blushed when asked, and went back to their own business with their heads down.

Yuzhang Palace.

After finishing the meal, Shen Yu lay on Shang Junlin's lap and read the book. The book was bought from outside the palace. After knowing Shen Yu's preferences, every month there would be a palace person responsible for purchasing the latest book for Shen Yu, and it would last for half a year. , I have finished reading the books in the palace collection that can be read by Shen Yu as a storybook.

"When I went to the small theater before, what was Ayu saying to that pink-clothed woman?"

Shen Yu was interrupted when he saw something interesting, and was stunned for a moment: "What woman in pink?"

After I asked, I realized what Shang Junlin was asking, and explained amusingly: "That's a man, but he has a smaller frame and a shorter stature. He is one of the main characters, and he is asking me about the drama. ."

"There are so many people, why did he just ask you? If you don't understand, just change someone else." Shang Junlin twisted a gloomy strand of hair and wrapped it around his fingertips.

"Why is Your Majesty so unreasonable?" Shen Yu raised his head and looked at him with great interest, "His Majesty only saw him alone. Before His Majesty came down, many other people asked me questions. According to His Majesty's thoughts, isn't it true that these people are all To be replaced?"

After thinking about that picture, Shang Jun pursed his lips.

Shen Yu raised his hand and poked Shang Junlin's chin: "Is Your Majesty angry?"

"No, I will accompany you when I go there next time." Shang Junlin knows how good his Ayu is. It is normal for such a good Ayu to be liked by many people. He only has one The unpleasant feeling of being spied on by others for a treasure that belongs only to you.

"Really not angry?" Shen Yu raised his head and asked.

"No, I'm not mad at Ayu for such a thing." Shang Junlin denied.

"Okay then~" Shen Yu deliberately lengthened his tone, "I originally wanted to kiss His Majesty when His Majesty was angry, since His Majesty is not angry..."

"I'm angry," Shang Junlin suddenly interrupted Shen Yu, "Ayu, I'm angry."

"Hahaha," Shen Yu trembled with laughter on Shang Junlin's leg, "His Majesty said just now that he wouldn't be angry for such a thing."

"I said I wouldn't be angry with Ayu, but I didn't say I wouldn't be angry with other people." Seeing that scene, Shang Junlin's rage in his heart was almost impossible to suppress. Of course he wouldn't blame Ayu, he wouldn't Being angry with Ayu, he only blamed those who deliberately approached Ayu.

If it wasn't for Shen Yu who discovered his arrival at the first time and stopped him, Shang Junlin didn't know if he would have done anything.

The violence in his heart can only be eased by the gloomy one.

Shang Jun looked at the depression, and the affection in his eyes was like thick ink that could not be dissolved. His pupils were originally dark. When he was so focused on a person, the reflection of that person was printed in his eyes, as if he was going to people inhale.

Shen Yu was watched by him and slowly stopped laughing. He could feel the feeling that Shang Junlin was about to drown him in his eyes. He propped himself up with one hand and hooked Shang Junlin's neck with the other, and slowly approached.

"Then let me kiss your majesty, don't be angry, okay?"