RPAGF Chapter 560 Acting
Chapter 560 Acting
Chapter 560 Acting
Suddenly, someone in the audience raised their arms and shouted, "All Tartars can be killed! For the sake of the people of our Great Ming, kill them!"
After saying this, the man picked up a stool and rushed toward the stage.
Since the Hanshan riots, Wang Wenzhou held the Hanshan Heroes' Gathering and implemented a dueling system. As a result, almost everyone in Hanshan practices martial arts. Even the elderly go to the square to dance Tai Chi every morning after selling their tax stamps.
Whether it was because the performance on stage was too realistic, or because the people rarely watched such melodramatic dramas, the seeds of hatred in the hearts of the people were instantly ignited, and many people picked up stools and rushed forward.
Young racing god Sheng Liang flicked the money-rat-tail whip on his head and said helplessly, "Gentlemen, we are not real Tartars. This is an act, it's all a lie!"
The young racing prodigy Sheng Liang plays the captain of the Tartar squad, and he's the one who says the line, "The pretty girl is so good."
Sheng Liang took the role because he had his eye on one of the actresses and wanted to sleep with her. He remembered his elder brother Wang Wenzhou's advice: when a man and a woman spend a lot of time together, it's inevitable that sparks will fly. That's why Sheng Liang shaved his head without hesitation and played a Tartar.
"You damned Tartar, die!" The first burly man to rush onto the stage didn't listen to Sheng Liang's explanation and kicked him in the chest.
"Bang!" Sheng Liang flew out and landed hard on his backside.
"Brother Liang, Brother Liang, are you alright?" The other actors playing Tartar soldiers rushed to Sheng Liang's side, asking him how he was doing.
These guys were all local sons of officials from Hanshan, who usually hung around following Master Liang around. Since Master Liang played a Tartar squad leader, they naturally played Tartar soldiers. Acting was actually quite fun, because the plot required each of them to touch at least three actresses. Wait, there were four actresses in total, why did they only touch three? It's simple, the other girl was Master Liang's woman, and they wouldn't dare touch her even if they had the guts of a bear and a leopard.
Li Hebin cursed and said, "That bastard Liang Ye is outrageous! In Hanshan, we're the ones who bully others, not the ones who get bullied. Let's beat him up!"
Li Hebin is Li Hechen's younger brother, and he is considered a respectable young master in Hanshan.
Sheng Liang wiped the blood from his nose and, with the help of his friends, got up.
Liang Ye wasn't one to suffer a loss easily these days, and he wasn't going to let this beating go unpunished. He pointed at the burly man and cursed, "Brothers, follow me!"
Sheng Liang took the lead, wielding his wooden sword as he charged forward.
Suddenly, the Tartar soldiers on the stage—oh, no, the young masters—also brandished their wooden swords and charged forward.
The people of Hanshan are fond of martial arts, and the young masters are no exception. Moreover, they are armed with weapons, and in no time, the strong man was beaten to the point of clutching his head and squatting on the ground, unable to fight back.
At this moment, the common people carrying stools rushed up, and suddenly the roles of offense and defense were reversed, with the young magistrates begging for mercy.
Sheng Liang covered his head with his hands and said aggrievedly, "Gentlemen, please stop fighting! I'm not a Tartar, I'm Sheng Liang!"
"Bang!" A man punched Sheng Liang in the face, cursing, "You damned Tartar, I'd recognize you even if you turned to ashes! How could I, Master Liang, be someone like you?"
"Pfft..." Sheng Liang was on the verge of tears. Big brother, come save your little brother!
In the VIP section, Sheng Lan watched her nephew being beaten and felt a pang of heartache. Although she was also very angry, as her nephew's portrayal of the Tartar was too wicked and he deserved to be beaten severely, Sheng Liang was, after all, her own nephew, and it would be bad if he were seriously injured.
Sheng Lan glanced down at Wang Wenzhou and said irritably, "You rascal, what are you kneeling here for? Hurry up and save Xiao Liang."
Wang Wenzhou looked at Sheng Lan with deep affection and said in a serious tone, "Lazy Lan, who is Xiao Liang? I only have eyes for my Lazy Lan, and I can't tolerate anyone else."
"You rascal!" Sheng Lan rolled her eyes at Wang Wenzhou. "You're so sweet-talking."
"Alright, hurry up and go save Xiao Liang, or something bad will really happen." Sheng Lan smiled slightly and urged.
The goddess Sheng Lan smiled slightly, revealing two adorable dimples at the corners of her mouth.
Wang Wenzhou gently stroked Sheng Lan's face and said tenderly, "Lazy Lan, Lazy Lan, your dimples may not hold wine, but they have intoxicated me."
"My nemesis!" Sheng Lan quickly pulled Wang Wenzhou up and kissed him.
After the kiss, Sheng Lan said mournfully, "Now can we go save Xiao Liang?"
"Hehe!" Wang Wenzhou said with a smile, "It's alright, they won't kill you. Actually, I deliberately stalled for time, letting the people fight a little longer and vent their anger."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Lan's expression changed. She knew that her nemesis liked her, and by extension, he treated her family, including Sheng Liang, exceptionally well. Now that Wang Wenzhou had suddenly said this, Sheng Lan realized that her position in Wang Wenzhou's heart had diminished considerably.
Wang Wenzhou reached inside Sheng Lan's clothes, touched her, and said with a smile, "Lazy Lan, Lazy Lan, don't be upset. I'll come back and tell you later. It's time for the great national hero to take the stage."
After Wang Wenzhou finished speaking, he strode towards the stage.
"Stop! Stop it, all of you!" Wang Wenzhou shouted.
The angry people were swinging stools at the Tartars, but when they saw Wang Wenzhou arrive, they all stopped. They dared not disobey Wang Qingtian's words, and they were too embarrassed to disobey him.
Wang Wenzhou pointed at Sheng Liang and the others, and said with a smile, "Stop lying on the ground pretending to be dead, all of you, come over here."
Young racing prodigy Sheng Liang, his face bruised and swollen from the beating, quickly got up at his older brother's command and limped over.
Sheng Liang said aggrievedly, "Big brother, you have to stand up for me! They violated the Hanshan Public Security Administration Regulations..."
Before Sheng Liang could finish speaking, Wang Wenzhou said coldly, "Shut up and stand still!"
"Okay!" Sheng Liang quickly stood up obediently, and the young masters also stood in a row around him.
Wang Wenzhou pointed at Sheng Liang and the others and said, "Fellow elders of Hanshan, look closely. They are not Tartars at all; they are just acting. Of course, the story in the play did actually happen in reality."
Wang Wenzhou's tone shifted abruptly, his voice filled with sorrow and deep emotion as he said, "Why are our eyes always filled with tears? It's because we love this land beneath our feet so deeply! I have no regrets about being born into China in this life, and I would still wish to serve the Ming Dynasty in the next!"
"Clap clap clap..." The people clapped vigorously, their palms turning red, but they didn't feel any pain.
"Well said! Wang Qingtian is right!" The people cheered loudly.
On the stage, the commoners carrying stools secretly wiped away tears from the corners of their eyes. Lord Wang's words were so well said!
Wang Wenzhou said with deep emotion, "I also watched the rehearsal of the play that Sheng Liang performed today. At that time, I was also indignant, even though I knew in my heart that the play was fake, and Xiao Liang is my baby's nephew, and I have always loved him very much. I can't understand why I hate him so much."
"Huh?" Sheng Liang tilted his head and looked at Wang Wenzhou. "Big brother, you're lying through your teeth again. When have you ever seen a rehearsal?"
Wang Wenzhou continued, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I've finally figured it out! The reason I hate Xiao Liang so much is because I deeply love the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty is my home, and the people of the Ming Dynasty are my family. How can a man of seven feet tall bear to see his family humiliated?"
After Wang Wenzhou finished speaking, he turned around and slapped Sheng Liang across the face, then kicked him to the ground.
Wang Wenzhou pointed at Sheng Liang and cursed, "Xiao Liang, you little brat, why are you acting so convincingly? I get angry just seeing you dressed like that!"