Autumn in the Pear Garden

Quyi performer Bai Pengfei has finally made it big, only to suddenly transmigrate to ancient times and become an actor looked down upon by everyone. Fortunately, he still has all his stage experience, along with plenty of scripts from his past life stored in his mind, so he can only try to get by in the opera world. He never expected that doing so would turn this chaotic age upside down.

He joins an opera troupe, forms his own company, becomes its leading performer, and takes on the role of a veteran actor.

He charms the hottest leading lady into his bed and leaves the world’s most talented scholars heartsick.

He becomes the vanguard among opera performers, a Pan An among the bevy of beauties.

I play with the moon over Liang Garden, drink the wine of Dongjing, admire Luoyang’s flowers, and court the willows of Zhangtai. I can play weiqi, play cuju, go hunting, crack jokes, sing and dance, play instruments, perform comic routines, recite poetry, and play backgammon. You may knock out my teeth, twist my mouth, cripple my legs, or break my hands, and Heaven may have cursed me with all these afflictions, but I still won’t quit. I’m a copper pea that can’t be steamed soft, boiled tender, pounded flat, or fried open, a clanging, unbreakable little thing. What made you young fellows think you could crawl into this thousand-layer brocade trap, which can’t be hoed through, chopped apart, untied, or slipped out of? Only when the King of Hell himself calls me, when the gods and ghosts come to fetch me, and my three souls return to the underworld while my seven spirits perish in the nether realm, will I finally leave the road of pleasure behind.