It is the most comfortable thing to eat hot supper on a cold night and say unnutritional words to each other. The rule of not eating or sleeping is to be abandoned here, and no one in the crowded small house needs to maintain such a cold atmosphere.

——Especially when Wang Chuan was in charge.

Ordinary people never pay so much attention to eating at home. If you eat happily, you can squat on a stool to eat.

The dinner was particularly pleasant. When Wang Chuan talked to the two Si girls, he also learned a lot of secrets of the Jiaofang Si. In the memories of Lu Xuan and Zhen Yu, the past was covered with a warm veil, but the stories there were good and bad, warm and motivated, but there was never a shortage of flies.

For example, what happened in Xuanwu District. If it weren't for the people in Xuanwu District who actively reported it, the constables from the Xuanwu District Yamen had gone in time, Lu Xuan and the others would have suffered.

After dinner, Lu Xuan and Zhen Yu brought the remaining food to the four girls who were still playing mahjong. After a while, they returned and sighed and said, "How come mahjong is like dispersing poison, and it is addictive? If I don't look at them and urge them, they won't bother to eat."

Wang Chuan smiled slightly and didn't say anything. There was no electric stick in this world, otherwise he could give Lu Xuan a good hand and let her treat her sisters well.

The light gradually dimmed at night, and the four of them had nothing to do. They packed up their dishes and sat down to continue chatting. Halfway through the chat, the four of them talked about Yicui (Liuxiang)lou and Wang Chuan. Lu Xuan asked according to the topic: "The new drama of Constable Wang seems to have a good response. For literati, this drama is much better than the opera in the market. I wonder if the detective has other new dramas in the future?"

"What, what do you think?"

Wang Chuan asked with a smile.

Lu Xuan shook her head and said, "It's so great for the little girl to know some poetry and music. She's not the director of the little girl. The little girl just thinks that the opera written by Constable Wang is a bit too simple and ordinary. Constable Wang's narrative is wonderful, and the simple story is told ups and downs. After watching the opera, it only makes people feel meaningful, but after careful reminiscing, there is still a little less and there is no point in it. If the constable creates another opera, he can write a wonderful story and supplemented with such a narrative, he will definitely be more popular."

"Yeah?"

Wang Chuan thought about it, and after a while, he said, "The first show is to attract customers, so of course it must be done simply and brightly, aiming to attract people's interests. Now it seems that the effect of this show has been developed. In the next show, you can naturally play other methods. Miss Lu is just waiting for peace of mind. Now this show will take out a while, and when the guests are tired of watching it, they will change to a new show. During this time, I will take out the book, and Miss Lu must prepare lyrics and music for me carefully."

Wang Chuan received evaluations for the performances over the past two days. Although he is very popular, comments like Lu Xuan still account for a large proportion. Wang Chuan figured it out that the literati in this world are still different from his modern person. No matter how romantic and languid scholars who receive traditional education are, they still have a literary aura in their stomachs. No matter how tragedy and comedy, there is a good story to support, and what principles are used to tell the story, they can be more sought after.

Now Yicui New Building is in need of further improvement in its quality. How can we miss such a shortcut?

"The little girl will do her best."

Lu Xuan said expectantly.

As for what the second drama work should be written, Wang Chuan was not in a hurry to make a decision. The second work is best to do a market research. First, to see the customers' reactions to the first work and get some feedback from it. Second, to ask about customers' preferences through the sisters and make a comprehensive decision.

As the night was getting darker, Lu Xuan and Zhen Yu stood up to say goodbye. Wang Chuan was overworked and had no intention of exercising. After washing up, he hugged Chen Lian and fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, Wang Chuan went to the middle of the gate to handle the case. After all the matters were handled, it was already noon. At this time, he had time to go to Yicui Tower in Liuxiang. At this time, the drama that was performed every day in Yicui New Building was being performed in Yicui New Building, and it was just the end of the opera. Yicui Tower in Liuxiang is not a theater, but its essence is still a kiln. However, Wang Chuan's opera put a layer of elegant gauze on the kiln based in Liuxiang, making it look not so unbearable.

After the operas and operas that appear three times a day, the abbot's poems of the leading actors are like a layer of disguise, making the new building look really like a theater.

The ending used today was the end of the second performance yesterday. Wang Chuan did not expect that the people of this world would like this ending more. Of course, they would not admit that this is a love for being a novice.

A summary of the poems brought by Han Jie'er in his hand was a large part of the praises of the loyalty and talent of Yang Jie'er by romantic literary people. It seems that only such kind, courageous, beautiful, and rich white and rich beauty can match them with shameless people.

Wang Chuan secretly despised him and gained a certain understanding of the urinary nature and taste of these scholars.

Then the selection range of the next drama can be narrowed down.

"Constable King."

A soft call suddenly sounded outside the door.

Wang Chuan was in Han Jie'er's room, but it was not Han Jie'er who was calling at the door. Wang Chuan looked at the door and saw that the crack of the door that was pushed open showed Miss Fang Yun's appearance.

"Come in."

Wang Chuan said.

The door opened, and not only Miss Fang Yun came in, but also her lover Yang Jie'er in the play.

The two of them looked shivering, without any enthusiasm on the stage. Wang Chuan frowned, not knowing what they wanted to say to him.

"Constable Wang, I want to come and thank you."

Miss Fang Yun and Yang Jie'er looked at each other, and finally, Miss Fang Yun mustered up the courage and said, "If it weren't for the King's training, our sisters wouldn't have such a situation. It's just...just..."

"Just what?"

Wang Chuan asked.

Miss Fang Yun was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak. In the end, Sister Yang couldn't wait and plucked up the courage and said, "It's just that since yesterday, the call for my family and my sister to leave the building has gradually risen. But... but..."

The two were looking at each other again, but they couldn't dare to continue talking. But Wang Chuan had guessed what they wanted to say when he observed their appearance.

"It's just that you don't want to leave the building?"

The two sisters turned pale, and they knelt on the ground with a "thump" and said in a trembling voice: "I know that such a heartless request is really not supposed to be. But..."
Chapter completed!