Anyway, according to the lively crowd around, Pei Wende prefers this kind of performance, which is not very common, otherwise it would not attract so many people to watch.

"Let’s go and have a look inside."
After thinking for a moment, Pei Wende bypassed this street and walked towards the deeper street.
On the one hand, Pei Wende felt that Jingfan Town was busy tonight, and on the other hand, he heard those beautiful vocals coming from the innermost street.
That elegant and long singing cavity is a little more beautiful than all the music melodies Pei Wende has ever heard.
Pei Wende suddenly wondered if the women who were singing these verses were bringing disaster to the country and the people, which made several writers have pity on famous prostitutes and actresses.
Of course, Pei Wende doesn’t expect this town to meet the kind of actress who can make famous prostitutes with all kinds of great writers and poets.
Pei Wende simply wants to see if the beautiful prostitutes in this era can match the beautiful stars of later generations.
[After all, there is no whole technology in this era …]
[Those who can be called’ beauties’ must be natural beauties with their own amorous feelings and abundant collagen]
Chapter 21 Changan Baiyi Troupe
"Why so many people?"
When Pei Wende made his way through the crowd and forced his way to the end of the street corner, he had to admit that he was a little dismissive of these watching townspeople.
As a last resort, Pei Wende had to choose a house with higher terrain and more privacy.
Then he jumped off the roof when no one noticed him, so that he could barely see the appearance of this alley.
"Is that it?"
Only from the layout structure and building composition, this alley is no different from most wooden buildings of this era.
They all belong to the very ordinary lanes and lanes, which can be seen from the street to the end of the street at a glance
However, at the end of such an ordinary alley, at this moment, a group of "performance groups" from Chang’ an capital were placed.
This is not Pei Wende’s guess, but because a huge plaque stands impressively at the door of the house at the end-Chang ‘an Hundred Arts Troupe!
Today, the Tang Dynasty is no better than the 21st century with convenient transportation and emancipated mind.
The theory of leaving one’s hometown is a last resort, and the last choice is extreme, and you may rather die than leave your hometown.
Because in this era, leaving home is equivalent to dying in a foreign land, and grandchildren will always return to their roots.
What’s more, this group of "performance groups" is not as simple as simply leaving their hometown. They drifted from Wan Li, not far from the prosperous capital of Chang’ an, to this hinterland.
If there is nothing hidden in this, Pei Wende won’t believe it even if he is killed.
Good Pei Wende is not so much, because his eyes have been attracted by those performances in the alley at the moment.
Compared with those performances in the depths of the acrobatic alleys outside, it is more artistic and more pleasing to the eye.
From the simplest chant to a slightly gaudy drama repertoire to acrobatic sword dancing with considerable technical content …
Pei Wende even saw puppet performances similar to the shadow play and puppet show of future generations from those big courtyards, which really amazed him that he had never seen the world in his life.
"It’s a pity that there is still no chest broken stone and monkey play …"
After a short wonder, Pei Wende habitually vomited a sentence.
Then he turned his attention to the courtyard with the most traffic and the most crowded people in this street.
Different from those entertainers in Qianjie who sing Yingying Yanyan and Chunhua Qiuyue.
In the middle of the big and well-guarded courtyard, there is a woman with tight eyes and a veil sitting quietly in the middle of the courtyard.
This woman is not necessarily more beautiful than later artificial beauties.
But her harmonious and elegant temperament is not comparable to those mass-produced stars in later generations.
It’s like saying that a flash in the pan is a flash in the pan, and that feeling of being beautiful and fragile at the same time makes women feel like porcelain.
And the audience around this woman is obviously not comparable to those ordinary villagers who are watching outside.
The overall quiet atmosphere in the courtyard surrounded by dignitaries dressed in brocade is completely different from the noise outside.
Looking into the distance, Pei Wende could vaguely see a stooped page passing through the stage and then handing the five-string pipa in his hand to the woman.
"Huh?"
I don’t know if Pei Wende is under the illusion that the woman took the pipa instantly and Pei Wende suddenly felt a harmonious and subtle aura.
It’s as if women and their musical instruments are naturally a whole and indispensable to each other.
So far, Pei Wende has seen similar feelings in meditation and meditation.
Even our master elder brother Hui Ji, who is proficient in Buddhism and gifted, can’t compare with that woman to some extent.