Yanzhi returned to the theater as if she had escaped, and forced herself into the room and sat down with the table. She covered her chest and couldn't help but breathe. Her heartbeat inside was so fast that she was panicking and her throat was unconsciously tightening.

They have not seen each other for more than ten years, but it would be fine if they didn't see each other. This time, all the past appeared in front of her. She heard him whispering in her ears, Master, forget it; she also heard him begging her not to leave. The sound of rouge, choking and sobbing, made people feel sad. Her heart suddenly suffocated, and she couldn't breathe.

He was so crazy that he had such imagination. When did he say such things?

If he had said this, how could she be willing to abandon him?

Yanzhi thought of him treating him like that, and couldn't help but laugh at him, feeling bitter. He loved Shan Rao so much, but he was still thinking about these things that were not available. It was really ridiculous~

Fortunately, the Peony Pavilion in the opera troupe had to be matched with rouge in the evening, so she didn't have much time to think about it. She couldn't be careless when she sang opera. She took a long time to force the ups and downs in her heart.

I started to carefully clean my face and make-up, then put on my head and dress, and flipped my hands slightly and sang my voice. I carefully prepared the play that I had already been familiar with in my heart for a few minutes before I could finish it.

By the beginning, the theater was full of people and the crowds were filled with people.

The atrium of the theater is open-air, with no eaves covering the roof, and the moonlight is faintly shining. The stage is set in the atrium of the theater, whether it is the upstairs or the lobby at the bottom, you can see it at a glance.

The second and third floors are all private rooms. The powerful and nobles generally don’t like to sit in the lobby and watch the show. Therefore, they specially have a private room for noble people to use. Now they have already been booked, and the lobby is also full of people. Those who have no seats are standing in the corridor to watch.

There was a burst of gongs and drums, and as soon as the corner came on stage, it caused a burst of cheers.

"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, and it seems that they are all given to the broken wells and the dilapidated walls. The beautiful scenery is the best, and the sky will make you happy to have a happy home.

Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, clouds and clouds, rain and wind, smoke and waves painted boats, people in the prime screen are so scary~”

Singing and sighing three times, the sadness and beauty are stubborn, and a painting is easily drawn, which makes people feel immersed in the scene immediately, and they are so wonderful.

Yanzhi gently lifted the curtain and looked out. There was a lot of people outside. She felt satisfied for a moment. She really loved so much. The stage of the mass grave was so lively. The lonely ghost was already desolate and terrifying. If she met a sad drama, she would cry one by one. She would be unable to survive. The more she heard it, the more she became more and more panicked.

After most of the scene, Rouge was on stage, and she became full of joy again.

Yanzhi always gets into the role when she goes on stage. She gets into the role of martial arts. She gets into the role too deeply and doesn’t have a clear head in her hand and beats Fu Zier upside down.

Fuqier thought Yanzhi was jealous of her, so she secretly tripped her up and made her lose her dignity on the stage. Therefore, she always sarcastically whenever she saw Yanzhi.

Yanzhi put her ears and explained several times, but she couldn't listen. She made Yanzhi so angry that she twisted her ears. Fuqiuer could not hide from her. She was always twisted red, and her face turned black and her throat was vomiting blood. She always screamed and scolded for more than three streets.

This made Yanzhi develop a habit. Whenever she felt deserted, she would twist it, and it would be very lively again, and the beam would inexplicably become deeper and deeper.

There were gongs and drums in the theater, and the wonderful things were singing on the stage, and there were endless cheers under the stage.

There was a sudden noise outside the building, and a few tall servants walked into the outside, with their aggressive postures that made people feel scared when they looked at them.

There is a person standing in the shadow in the distance, making people unable to see their faces clearly. Just standing quietly can make people feel the dashing and elegant in their bones and the charming and romantic.

Seeing this movement, those who were watching the show from the audience looked at the door. Zhou Changer on the stage was slightly busy and started to sing. Yanzhi frowned slightly and quickly turned around. Then Zhou Changer spoke and started to adjust, but her eyes couldn't stop looking out the door.

Seeing that nothing big happened, the people in the audience turned their heads and looked at the stage.

The servant looked at the people around him and glared. The crowd who could not stand still in the corridor retreated and scattered involuntarily. The entrance became much wider for a moment.

The man standing in the distance slowly walked out of the shadow, with his white clothes and ink hair tied with a golden crown, his face was astonishing as a painting, his eyebrows and eyes were deep and slightly dyed, he held a white jade fan in his hand, and a white jade pendant with a Hetian jade belt. He was slender and upright, and stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, looking at the hall silently.

Yanzhi suddenly saw him, and her heart suddenly suffocated, and then her heartbeats faster and faster, and she was so panicked.

A man who was asking about his appearance rushed out of the crowd and stood under the steps and said something to him.

The man was short and the hall was too noisy. He gently lowered his eyebrows and leaned over to listen. A strand of black hair hangs slightly in front of him. When he saw that he was a gentle and elegant noble man.

As the man was talking, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the place on the stage. He looked up with the hand and faced Yanzhi's eyes.

Yanzhi was shocked, her throat trembled and her voice trembled slightly. The horn who matched her was very surprised and she hurriedly glanced at her.

Su Mu slowly stood up, looking at the stage becoming more meaningful, with a bit of coldness in his eyes, his eyebrows and eyes were as bright as swords, dazzling but exuding the danger of bone-eating.

Yanzhi hurriedly turned her eyes away, and her heart was beating rapidly and almost popping out of her throat. She didn't know what she was singing for a moment. She forced herself to calm down, but her mind was still blank. Fortunately, she had already become familiar with this drama and nothing happened.

The head master Cao held a purple clay pot in his hand, bent down and greeted him with his back, pointed at the elegant side with a flattering look on his face. Su Mu smiled slightly sarcastically, raised his hand and pointed at the front of the platform with a folding fan and said something. The head master Cao turned his head and looked at the hall and was stunned.

Before the headmaster Cao could react, Su Mu had already come down the steps and came to this place. The servant behind hurriedly trotted forward and rushed forward to the people sitting in the front row to the back one by one. Seeing this, the people below all had no intention of watching the show, and looked at the stage in front of the stage with no idea.

Yanzhi caught a glimpse of him walking step by step, and she felt anxious and wanted to finish singing this part early and get off the stage and avoid it.

Su Mu reached the front position in a few steps, held a folding fan in his hand, gently lifted his clothes and sat down to look at the stage, with a quiet look on his face. A row of servants stood behind him, blocking the sight of some people behind him, but no one dared to say anything.

Seeing this, the lady upstairs couldn't help but feel a little confused. They knew that this was the domineering young master in Yangzhou. He could avoid him whenever he saw him.

It should be noted that this person's temperament is not easy to be with. Once they offend him, some people will suffer. In the Sydney Garden is just Yangzhou, I don't know how to offend him. I am afraid that this person will be bad. However, now they are not as good as themselves when they see that the disaster is not as good as themselves, so they are all happy to watch the wall.

I don’t know about it in the lobby and I can watch it. This person has a background when he sees it. Who would be so angry about watching the show? Besides, it’s better to fight for the position than to squeeze in from the side if you have the skills to fight for the position.

For a moment, only the sound of singing and gongs and drums on the stage were left in the theater, and the rest were silent.

Yanzhi felt that the gaze in front of the stage had been on her. The dress was already close to her body and was thinner because of the sun in March, and it would show some shape. It was nothing in the past, but today he was sitting under the stage and felt uncomfortable all over.

Yanzhi suspected that he was thinking too much. After a while, he glanced at him. He just turned his hand and his gesture suddenly trembled and almost stopped. Isn't the person just looking at her? He didn't know where to put his eyes. He looked at her carefully. Yanzhi looked at him, and then he slowly raised his eyes and met her eyes, which was not clear.

Yanzhi's heart trembled and suddenly became stiff. She felt that her legs were not legs, and her waist was not waist anymore. The whole show was like a puppet with a thread, which was far less than what she sang before.

The corners on the stage were more or less abnormal in performance. It was because Su Mu's silent and explicit attitude of looking for trouble, so it was impossible to sing the opera. Even if he was just sitting there quietly without saying a word, it was impossible to ignore it at all.

The headmaster Cao, who was behind, hurriedly sent someone to make tea and water. Finally, he brought it to Su Mu and bowed to please him. Seeing that Su Mu's eyebrows and eyes showed a little impatientness, he hurriedly stopped and stepped aside to wait and watch the changes.

After finally finishing the show, Yanzhi was about to get off the stage, but when a bang sounded on the stage, the servant standing next to Su Mu threw a large gold ingot on the stage, which was half the size of a man's palm. This amount was really not ordinary.

I have never seen such a reward person, and it looks like sending a beggar.

The beating drums and drums also stopped. The hall was silent for a moment, as if no one was present.

The folding fan in Su Mu's hand turned around between his fingers, looking like a playboy, and the white jade pendant under the fan gradually stopped shaking. Then he spoke casually, "I think this Xueyuan has so much ability, it sounds like this today." He paused slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were stained with a few sarcastic disdain, and he mocked him lightly: "I don't know why he has made the reputation of Kuibao in the play in Kyoto?"

The author has something to say: Yanzhi: "...you...where are you looking at?!"

Su Mu: "You guess."
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