In the theater, Tang Xianzu was interested in drama.

He especially likes Kunqu Opera. Today, the most popular one is Kunqu Opera. Talents these days can sing a few sentences.

A few years ago, the Haiyan Opera Troupe became popular. Later, Tan Lun's Haiyan Opera Troupe returned to his hometown in Jiangxi Yihuang, and absorbed the local singing characteristics and became Yihuang Opera. In a short period of time, Tan Lun's battles spread all over the country.

But after Tan Lun passed away, Yi Huang's singing style was much less influential than before, and the most popular one was Kunqu opera.

Since Tang Xianzu heard that there was a theater in this, he had made plans to see it in his heart. Moreover, the opera troupe was related to political achievements, so he had double motivation to watch it.

Even if I had double motivation, I was still stagnant by the chaos in the city and was dragged until the third day to have the chance to go to the south of the city.

To be honest, the city of London was already dirty enough for Tang Xianzu. I only realized that it was only when I rode a horse across the bridge to the south of the city that the city of London was actually very dirty.

"The Thames Henan has already left the royal city. In the past, the royal laws only restricted this river and could do anything in the suburbs, so those who live here are unlucky people, such as this temple."

Not long after crossing the bridge, the stone road ended abruptly after crossing the bridge. The guards around Tang Xianzu became nervous and showed a look of caution to the thin and dirty people squatting under the eaves on both sides of the muddy road.

Things were introduced by Belle, and Liu Zhi translated and added some of his own understanding. He pointed to the building not far away and said: "This is a nunnery, and there are many nunnerys in this area... not right."

He was talking about the nunnery when he saw a young woman wearing an old dress with a drip bone-stretching dress, wearing heavy makeup, pulling the man to touch her chest with a slutty smile. He turned to see the troops walking down the bridge here, and frightened to escape back.

Tang Xianzu looked at Liu Zhi incorrectly, as if saying: All nunners are like this?

Liu Zhi explained to the prefect with a slut, "Sir, don't blame me, I'm wrong. This is a brothel. The brothel and nunnery are the same word. There are many brothels here."

As he said that, he glared at Belle before he could even feel bad.

To be precise, it is the word nunnery, which was both a convent and a brothel in this era.

Moreover, considering the atmosphere of the convent here that Liu Zhi saw, he did not think that this word was a symbol of the barbaric English words in Fei Laosan's mouth, and he should not blame Belle.

On the contrary, this pun describes reality very accurately and is a model of conciseness.

Tang Xianzu was still dissatisfied. He frowned and said, "There are no troublemakers in the world, they are just people who cannot survive."

"Sir, I don't know that if they are people, the bandits and robbers in China can be considered good families." Liu Zhi's family was a peasant family. If he couldn't be fooled, he forgot his original name and said, "Now he is fighting. You can see the scene in the city. Half of the city has no people, and this is still crowded."

"They don't run away when they fight. The general sent people to the south of the city to register for them. After receiving twenty acres of land, they would not plant it. They could fight cocks on the same day. They lost the gambling of dogs and bears, and then squatted back here."

Speaking of these people, Liu Zhi had no temper at all. He shook his head and said, "No one can do anything to them. Most of the things that were lost in the city due to the war can be found here. If you are lucky, the fields will not be exported, and you will be sold for money. You will drink yourself to death in a tavern."

It seemed to be in response to the Jing'er in Liu Zhi's words. They were passing by a tavern. Two bald men in tight pants and jackets were thrown out with a drunkard. The man was lying in the mud and ignoring his life and death, but the people on the street were not surprised.

On the back of the tall Shar horse, Tang Xianzu saw all this in his eyes. Liu Zhi's words sounded particularly harsh: "So, the Lord wants to set up a royal city with a direct government, a low-level position to make suggestions, divide this place out, and set up another county seat."

The London Palace is a difficult situation, with many troublesome people, and the land is stubborn and the Tower of London is stubborn. It is particularly difficult to cure the wild people gather outside.

He just does nothing every day, and just educates these second-rate people to be educated to the next life.

Tang Xianzu sighed, slowly raised his official robe and sleeves and stretched forward, "Look, let's talk, let's talk."

The dilapidated brothels and houses on the streets are densely arranged, occasionally mixed with wilderness and among them. The taverns and alleys everywhere are filled with sewage barrels, and there are always a few pairs of eyes staring at their team in the dark corners.

Not far away, the only large open space I saw was a fence. Although there were no seats around, it looked very similar to the circular parade ground where Chen Mu was scaring the Spaniards in the East China to clean up stock ammunition.

This is not a theater. There are dog cages in the fence and bears tied with iron chains. Belle said this is the bear fighting field that the people in London like to watch, and is ranked as the favorite entertainment program for the people in London.

However, according to Belle, it is a matter of time before this entertainment project declines. In the early years, some traps were set up in this wilderness that went further south, so it was difficult to hunt bears. However, as the nobles became popular in hunting bears, the price of fur continued to rise, and it was difficult to hunt bears now.

Moreover, the bear hunted will not take long. Its neck is tied with iron chains and several of the most fierce fighting dogs. Even if the bear can win, it will be covered in bruises. It will be dead in the second battle, and there are very few bears who can survive three games.

After that, the second place was the sword fighting field where people used fine swords. They were both dead or injured, and there were fewer and fewer fools who were willing to fight each other.

From Italy on the other side of the strait, the boxing competition promoted by missionary St. Benardin three hundred years ago to prevent the death of young people from fighting swords was finally landed in England recently, further squeezing the living space of fighting swords.

And the theater they are going to is the third.

"Safe, funny. She said that the drama originated from Catholicism, and performed some magical magic to the people, intimidated the people, and used their rule to widely publicize them and bewitched people's hearts."

Liu Zhi said this very disdain and said, "It's been good in recent years, and the Catholic Church is gone. Now it's the Queen's opera tour..."

Before he could finish his words, Tang Xianzu raised his hand to stop him.

At this moment, they were at the gate of the "Old Theater" that people called it. This was a large circular wooden house, which looked like the common Ming Dynasty immigrants in the East. Tang Xianzu pushed the guard away and walked slowly into the venue.

This place was thieves during the war, and the things inside were stolen. The three-layer circular stands were messy, and the rows of seats in the middle were also tilted, with red paint sprinkled on the ground as bright as blood.

Part of the stage facing the door was burned by fire, and the sun shone through the patio looked particularly desolate.

But Tang Xianzu understood everything.

Just because Liu Zhi reposted Belle's words, he understood that the drama in England and the drama in his mind were not the same thing. The essential difference between this thing is like the Chinese narrative book and Chen Mu's heroic ambition.

It is not a thing. Although the form of heroic aspirations is a story book and art is a story book, its purpose is not a story book, and therefore it is more popular.

Those authors of heroic aspirations write stories not by nature or to relieve their aspirations, they have a purpose.

The same is true for the drama in England, which was born from Catholic drama with the aim of maintaining domination.

Although Belle said it was OK now, in Tang Xianzu's eyes, this was a weapon, and it was nothing more than a person holding the weapon transferred from the Catholic Church to Elizabeth.

Now Elizabeth has lost this weapon, and it has fallen here, covered in dust, and falls at the feet of Tang Xianzu.

People will always remember this day. Tang Xianzu walked into the theater that witnessed the miserable. He told himself that people will always remember this day.

Because on May 23, the 12th year of Wanli, Tang Xianzu pulled out his sword.
Chapter completed!