Chapter 173: Irene's Wish

When the two returned home, Fei Lin shook his head helplessly, "Can't you think about it for a few days before answering Your Highness?"

When he saw his wife came back, he almost jumped and walked. The last time he saw her so happy was probably at the wedding.

"No," Irene stuck out her tongue, "I won't be able to sleep a day later."

Also, she loves drama so much that she often practiced alone in the middle of the night when she was in the fortress theater, and she often checked her lines with herself. If it weren't for the Duke, she should have gone from a flower of the theater to a veritable star of the theater. Thinking of this, he gently hugged his wife from behind, "I'm sorry."

"..." Irene patted him on the head, "It's not your fault, you were transferred to another city at that time, there was no way to stop him." She smiled softly, "If you want to apologize, go cook Well, I want to read the script first."

"Okay, okay, I'll do it." Feilin kissed her earlobe, "Meat porridge and fried eggs, and a grilled sausage as a celebration."

Many of the layouts of the new house were different from the houses he was familiar with before, such as the stove for cooking. In Longsong Fortress, no matter whether they were nobles or commoners, they would repair an open hearth in the center of the main living room, not like the new house. Separate a room for the stove. The stove is surrounded on three sides, and the back leads directly to the chimney. There is a horizontally movable baffle at the entrance of the channel, which can be closed by pushing it in when not in use, so as to prevent the smoke and dust of the downstairs residents from coming out of the stove.

Film can easily think of the benefits of this design. After closing the door, the living room will not be affected by cooking fumes and odors, and it can effectively reduce the indoor temperature in summer.

Filling the stove with firewood and sawdust, and raising the fire, he began to concentrate on making tonight's dishes.

After dinner, Irene continued to devote herself to the script, and when the candle bottomed out, she put down the third book and let out a long breath.

"How?" Ferlin couldn't help being a little curious. What kind of scripts took her so long to read. You must know that when she was in the theater before, she could read through more than a dozen such thick books in half a day.

"It's really... indescribable," Irene exclaimed. "Every book is full of new ideas. I have never read such a story! In "Cinderella", the prince fell in love with a beautiful commoner rather than a princess. Girl... It's not surprising, but he insisted on taking a commoner as his wife. I even thought, when His Royal Highness read this story, wouldn't he be dissatisfied with the absurd and bizarre content in it? Point, the whole story is exciting, especially when the prince finds Cinderella again and puts on the glass slipper for her, I can't help but want to applaud them."

"The Chicken Crows at Midnight is also very interesting. It is much simpler than "Cinderella". I think two or three scenes can explain the story clearly. And the description of the serf's courage to fight against the nobles is very wonderful. After The long foreshadowing fully presents the change of the serf's mood from trying to endure to being intolerable...the sense of explosion when he finally decides to resist, gives people a hearty feeling!"

"Serfs against nobles?" Ferlin frowned. This was something no nobles would tolerate. If the serfs in Sylt Manor dared to confront the master with hoes and shovels, my father would probably erect their heads at the gate of the manor the next day. "Does His Highness really want you to perform this kind of drama?"

"That's because you didn't read the script." Irene rolled his eyes at him. "After reading it, you will have the same feeling as me. Standing up and resisting is not your own. The little nobles are simply deceiving people too much in the face of life-threatening persecution. , they still just put the nobles in cloth bags and beat them up, I think they have been very restrained. Later, the nobles wanted to execute all the serfs, but a passing witch saved them. She became the image of a well-known local noble Stopped the bad guys, and went to the lord's castle to intercede for the serfs. After some debate, the lord made a wise and benevolent decision. He bought the serfs and promoted them to freemen! I bet that when the show got here, all The audience will be cheering."

But the nobles will definitely protest, Ferlin thought disapprovingly, and then the theater will be pressured by the nobles, and finally disband the crew... Wait, he suddenly realized that apart from the Viscount Tigu and His Royal Highness, there is no one in Border Town. No other aristocrats lived there, and the latter also formed the crew. In other words, the plays that His Highness asked to perform were really only intended for ordinary people to watch? But they can't earn a few copper eagles at all. Paying at the level of the stronghold theater, this is a bad business at all. Is His Highness just for self-entertainment?

"But my dear," Irene didn't notice the change in his expression at all, "Although the first two scripts are wonderful enough, they are nothing compared to the third "Witch Diary"! I bet that even if you get In a big city like Chishui City and Wangdu, it is also a story that allows the theater to immediately pick out a crew, rehearse it specially and publicize it in advance! I have to say, Shujuan is really a genius of screenwriting, this witch diary no matter the content of the story , or in terms of narrative techniques, it is far superior to any drama today."

"Are you sure?" Ferlin was amused by her solemn appearance, "Even if I was in Longsong Fortress, I could often hear the name of Mr. Kajin Firth, his "To a Rose" and "The Prince Seeking Love" are both It is a work highly praised by everyone, not only in the capital, but I heard that there are theater troupes in other kingdoms to observe and learn from, do you think it is better than these classic plays?"

"Of course, you are doubting my vision, my dear!" She briefly described the content of the script, "Leaving aside the plot, it is the first time I have seen such a novel narrative technique. The story is told by three, and it focuses firmly on the three witches throughout the whole process. The actions of the three of them have had a profound impact on each other, and they are not aware of it. But near the middle of the story, nothing seems to be happening. The relevant clues have all been gathered together, and the three witches have thus formed an inseparable whole. I must say that this new structure that promotes the development of the story in parallel will definitely cause a sensation. Of course, it is not in Border Town. I even doubt that How many people can see this level coming up." She excitedly found a pen and paper, and buried herself in writing, "No, I have to call all my theater partners over quickly, I really want to see their surprise sooner!"

However, Feilin stepped forward and held down her hand, "Wait, Irene, don't you think... the content of this story is too contrary to common sense?"

After listening to his wife's narration, he also felt that the whole story was gripping. The human nature shown was both good and evil, good and evil. However, the description of the witch was completely contrary to what the church said, and it was too detailed. Thanks to the care of the family, the lucky one can unrestrainedly release their abilities, and finally finds out that the phagocytosis of demons is just a lie. Apart from being able to control magic power, witches are no different from ordinary people. They can laugh and cry. The loss of a loved one can also be heartbreaking. Isn't His Royal Highness Roland afraid that the church will come after the news spreads?

"It goes against common sense? No... Ferlin, before they became witches, they were all ordinary people, right?"

"Uh, that's right."

"What about me?" Irene said with rounded eyes, "If I become a witch, will you think I'm an evil person?"

"No, of course not," Feilin said hastily, "You will always be the kind girl I know."

"And what if we have a daughter and she turns into a witch?"

"Of course it's even more impossible." He suddenly closed his mouth, already understanding what his wife meant. Judging witches from the sidelines is completely different from classifying the relatives you get along with day and night as evil.

"That's right," Irene nodded in satisfaction, "If we really gave birth to a witch..."

"I will love her like the father of the third witch in the story." The knight knelt down on one knee, as if swearing allegiance.

"That's a qualified answer," she put down the quill and chuckled, "I think... we can try it now."

"Yes, honey," he whispered in her ear, then picked her up and walked towards the bedroom. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)