After solving the troublemaker Gao Panlong, Zhu Cheng asked Emperor Tianqi to go to the Children's Theater to watch a party that night.

This evening party refreshed all the audience. They had seen opera singers and storytellers on the stage, but they had never heard of folk tunes. The minor tunes have been circulating among the folk for a long time, and many people would sing one or two lines, but they had never heard them in any theater. This time, it was quite interesting to listen to Sizhu, which evoked the homesickness of many wanderers. The evening party was not all folk songs. If this was the case, it would be a bit boring after listening for a long time, so Zhu Cheng arranged folk art programs every five or six songs, such as storytelling, quick-pin, and crosstalk. There was no crosstalk in the Ming Dynasty, needless to say, it was taught by the monster Zhu Cheng.

Unfortunately, in this performance, except for the VIP box, Zhu Cheng did not give a free ticket, and all of them were sold to the public, and they were not cheap. There were five VIP seats in the Children's Theater. In addition to the most luxurious ones left for the emperor, the rest were invited to watch Wei Honglian, Li Yongzhen, Ke Yintian and Feng Menglong.

After watching the performance, Emperor Tianqi said to Zhu Cheng a little embarrassedly: "Brother Cheng, that, after you return to the imperial village in Xijing, can I still come here to watch the show?"

Zhu Cheng said: "Don't worry, this VIP room is specially built for you. No one except you can come in. The VIP room has an independent exit and can be evacuated quickly when encountering emergencies. The windowsill of the watching opera are protected by four layers of tempered glass, which is safe and secure. When A Jian and I returned to the west of Beijing, we would not take the troupe away, and the theater will be open as usual."

Zhu Youjian said: "Brother Emperor, I have already thought of the name of this opera troupe. It is called the Daming Cultural Work Team, abbreviated as the Daming Arts Team. Please ask the emperor to write an inscription for the opera troupe."

Emperor Tianqi laughed and picked up his brush and wrote the title of the troupe. Wei Zhongxian blew the ink dry, took out the seal of Emperor Tianqi from his arms, and stamped it in the lower right corner of the inscription.

Emperor Tianqi said, "You must be worried about going to the western imperial village in Beijing. You will leave after staying in Beijing for a few days. I will not be able to keep you. However, February 3rd is the day of my wedding. You must come a few days in advance. Don't come here specifically for the wedding banquet, and you should help me."

Zhu Youjian said: "The emperor's brother is going to get married. Is the bride beautiful? Is there a good temper? Is the gentle personality?..."

Emperor Tianqi blushed like an apple and hurried away with Wei Zhongxian.

Zhu Youjian wanted to chase Emperor Tianqi and ask questions, but Zhu Cheng stopped him and said, "A Jian, don't ask anymore, haven't you seen the emperor's brother blush?"

As the two were talking, a guard came in to report: "Sir Zhu, there is a person outside the door asking for a visit. He spoke very loudly and said that there are many problems in the theater."

"Oh, someone is here to kick the house." Zhu Cheng and Zhu Youjian said at the same time.

Zhu Cheng said: "If you are in the world, how can you not get a knife? Even if you have someone to kick the house, just meet him."

The guard led a middle-aged man about thirty years old. The middle-aged man was very handsome, with skin as cream as if he was blown into a blow, with curved eyebrows, eyes as if he was affectionate, and lips as if he was painted red. Fortunately, Zhu Cheng saw his Adam's apple, otherwise he would have thought he was a woman.

The middle-aged man was like a big clock and said as soon as he met, "Young Master Zhu's comments are not good at all, it's a waste of my time."

Zhu Youjian was so angry that his face turned pale. He had always been very proud of his eloquence. The stories he told had captured the hearts of the audience more than once. Now he was deprecated by this middle-aged man to be worthless.

Zhu Cheng had heard many recordings of famous storytellers in later generations, and naturally knew that Zhu Youjian's storytelling was just average, but when he heard the middle-aged man belittled his friends like this, he couldn't help but get angry: "Who are you? You are so arrogant here."

The middle-aged man smiled proudly and said, "I'm at Liu Jingting."

Zhu Cheng was shocked. He could not have expected that the theater performance attracted famous storytellers in history. Liu Jingting was a famous storyteller performing artist in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. He pioneered the use of storytellers to boost morale, which was very close to Zhu Cheng's military governance philosophy. Zhu Cheng always believed that the position of political commissar in later armies was indispensable. He made soldiers understand why they fought, which played a very critical role in maintaining and improving the combat effectiveness of the army. After Emperor Chongzhen ascended the throne, he planned to use political commissar to quietly replace the military supervisors who have been retained throughout the dynasties. Of course, the name of the military supervisor was still retained, but their functions changed from supervising generals to political and ideological work. In fact, an army has a strong mind, and even if the general wants to rebel, it is impossible. Why do you need to supervise the military supervisor?

Zhu Cheng asked strangely: "Isn't Liu Jingting's face full of pockmarks? Why is this gentleman so handsome?"

Liu Jingting touched his cheek and blushed a little, saying, "Oh, I forgot to put on makeup today and went out. Because I had some minor problems with my appearance, I was afraid that the audience would focus on my face and ignore the books I said, so I often wear a mask to tell the story. The voice of the storytelling with a mask has changed, which is not very natural. Mr. Zhu said it well, tomorrow I will buy two kilograms of soybeans, stir-fry them, and stick my face on the beans and turn them into pockmarks. Then people will only pay attention to the books I said."

When Zhu Youjian heard this, the anger on his face disappeared. A person who was willing to sacrifice his appearance for art is worthy of respect, and the evaluation of a fanatical storyteller is worthy of attention.

Zhu Cheng felt a little regretful and hurriedly advised: "The body and hair are not damaged by parents. If someone is still paying attention to your appearance, it means that your storytelling is not yet home; if the storytelling talks about people forgetting your beauty and ugliness, then you will truly become everyone."

Liu Jingting was solemn and bowed, "Mr. Liu has been taught."

Zhu Youjian asked, "What's wrong with my storytelling? Please give me some advice."

Liu Jingting said: "Mr. Zhu is now only at the level of telling stories, and he has no sense of telling stories. Storytelling is different from stories. Storytelling wants to infect people, making the audience excited and sad as the characters in the book are excited and sad. Today you are talking about "White Snake Yongzhen Leifeng Tower" just tells a story, but does not bring the audience into the book."

Zhu Youjian bowed and said, "Mr. Liu is worthy of being a famous writer of storytelling, and Zhu is deeply inspired."

Zhu Cheng looked at Liu Jingting with a smile and said to himself: "This Mr. Liu is a man with a ravine in his heart. He has served as an aide to the general of the Southern Ming Dynasty in history. This time he came to the Children's Theater to find fault, which should be more than just teaching Zhu Youjian to talk about storytelling. Otherwise, if he doesn't teach so many storytelling people in the capital, why did he come to Zhu Youjian?"

Liu Jingting felt that Zhu Cheng's eyes were like swords and lightning, as if they were about to penetrate his heart and see through his thoughts.

Liu Jingting said with a little crampedness: "Why is Lord Zhu looking at me like this?"

Zhu Cheng said: "I'm waiting for you to express your true intention."

Liu Jingting said: "I saw the performance of your theater, and it was like a thorn in your throat, and it wouldn't be too quick if you didn't vomit."

Zhu Cheng said: "Have you finished vomiting? After vomiting, I can see you off."

Liu Jingting was speechless and said hesitantly: "In fact, there is one more thing..."

Zhu Cheng smiled and said nothing, but Zhu Youjian patted his chest and put on his promise: "Mr. Liu, you said, I will definitely help you."

Zhu Youjian looked at Zhu Cheng and added guiltily: "As long as it is not illegal."

Liu Jingting blushed and said, "I...I want to...add..."

His voice became increasingly low and he could hardly hear the following words.

Zhu Youjian jumped up in anger and said, "Mr. Liu, you look like a woman, and you didn't expect that your voice would be more like a woman."

Liu Jingting was agitated by Zhu Youjian and said loudly: "I want to join the adult's army and become a powerful general under the adult's army!"
Chapter completed!