imperial decree arrives

Chapter 699
"That's right, what my son said is right, get out of here quickly, don't disturb my son's elegance!"

"Hmph, what is the so-called Mr. Qian, who is just showing off his power here with the filthy money of his family. Everyone is waiting to watch the show. Don't delay our time. If you want to show off your money, go out and walk slowly. , do not send!"

Before Wen Ruchun could speak, she heard the woman beside her speak first.

After everyone heard this, they also opened their mouths and discussed in low voices. Hearing the discussion, Mr. Qian became angry from embarrassment, and suddenly raised his hand, ready to strike.

Snapped!
"Your name is Mr. Qian?"

"You... who are you?"

Jiang Hua got up, and said indifferently, Xin Shishiniang walked behind Jiang Hua consciously when she saw Jiang Hua's shot, and remained silent.Xin Shiniang's movements were not noticed, only a woman standing on the stage noticed.Now that Jiang Hua has made a move, Xin Shishiniang no longer pays attention to the result, but comes to Nie Xiaoqian's side, comforting Nie Xiaoqian silently.

For some reason, Mr. Qian was a little frightened when he looked at Jiang Hua's extremely indifferent eyes. He didn't know why, when he saw Jiang Hua, it was like a mouse meeting a cat.Especially the extremely oppressive aura on Jiang Hua's body made Mr. Qian feel as if he had fallen into a sea of ​​ice and trembled all over.Master Qian endured his fear and finally spoke a complete sentence.

"Your family is rich?"

Jiang Hua ignored Mr. Qian's words, but continued to ask.

Every time he asked a question, Mr. Qian could feel that the oppression he was suffering was getting bigger and bigger. Finally, Mr. Qian couldn't bear it anymore and sat down.

"Master...you..."

Seeing his son sitting down inexplicably, the boy thought that Jiang Hua had resorted to some despicable means. As the most central lackey of Mr. Qian, the boy immediately supported Mr. Qian and punched him at the same time, preparing to teach Jiang Hua a lesson.

boom!
Everyone only felt a black shadow flashing in front of their eyes, and saw that the boy had disappeared. When they heard a collision sound, everyone looked back, only to find that the boy had fallen to the ground at some point.Everyone looked at Jiang Hua in amazement, knowing that it was Jiang Hua who made the move just now. Mr. Qian had recovered from his fear. Seeing that his servant was in disaster, Mr. Qian put down a harsh word, got up quickly, and left without looking back. up.As for the boy who was still lying on the ground, no one cared at all.

The farce was over, but the opera hadn't started yet. Jiang Hua sat down and didn't talk to Wen Ruchun and Miss Zhao. Seeing Jiang Hua being so rude, Miss Zhao felt that she had misjudged someone.

Wen Ruchun gave Miss Zhao a gentle smile, and then returned to the stage.Seeing this, the class leader hurriedly comforted everyone, and everyone took their seats one after another. The money had already been paid, but they could not leave.Moreover, this is still Wen Ruchun's play, so she can't leave.

The opera started soon, and Wen Ruchun was worthy of being the star of the theater, and he brought the audience to the world of drama with just a few words.

Everyone watched the opera quietly, even Jiang Hua and Xin Shishiniang were immersed in Wen Ruchun's drama, and so was Nie Xiaoqian.

Soon, the trilogy came to an end, and Wen Ruchun was about to step down. There were not many operas tonight, and Wen Ruchun performed three performances by himself. Wen Ruchun was able to persevere.

When everyone left, Miss Zhao and Jiang Hua were not in a hurry to leave. Miss Zhao was waiting for Wen Ruchun to take off her makeup and come out. There are many women who think like Miss Zhao. Many women are fans of Wen Ruchun, and they have long admired her. It's been a long time since Wen Ruchun, and this time when I heard about Wen Ruchun's performance, I couldn't wait to come to watch the performance, the purpose is to see Wen Ruchun's handsome face.

When everyone was almost gone, the three of Jiang Hua got up and prepared to leave.

……

The troupe is called Mingchun Troupe, and Wen Ruchun is the pillar of the troupe.

After all the theatergoers had left, the doors of the troupe were closed, and there were quarrels in the yard.

"Mr. Qian is a powerful local man. If you offend him tonight, we will not have a good life in the future!"

The one who spoke was a member of the theater troupe who was second only to Wen Ruchun, and was recently recruited by the troupe owner to train him.

After the rest of the people heard this, although they respected Wen Ruchun more, what this person said was not bad. For a while, everyone was gloomy.

"Even if there is no such thing as Spring, is it possible that Mr. Qian will be good at giving up? This Mr. Qian is clearly here to make trouble!"

Liang Gong is the class leader's daughter, and has always admired Wen Ruchun. Seeing someone say that about Wen Ruchun, he was naturally dissatisfied, so he directly spoke up for Wen Ruchun.

At this time, the troupe owner also came over, and everyone looked at the troupe leader. The troupe leader looked gloomy. The Qian family is extremely powerful, so if they rashly offend the Qian family tonight, it may not be good.If it wasn't for Wen Ruchun's reputation to support a theater, this time, even the head of the theater would not be able to tolerate Wen Ruchun.

"Although there is something wrong with Ruchun, what Lianggong said is correct. Let's not mention this matter for now. I will ask someone for help tomorrow to see if I can resolve this matter. Ruchun, you will go to Qian's house with me tomorrow , apologize to Mr. Qian."

After finishing speaking, the class leader looked at Wen Ruchun, who was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.Seeing this, Lianggong felt a little anxious, stomped his feet and finally left.

Although she is the daughter of the class leader, she speaks lightly.

……

stomping on...

In the early morning of the next day, before the dew dripped, there was a rush of footsteps outside the theater, and some voices were mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish.

Someone who got up early in the morning to clean the theater heard it, and thought that something serious had happened, and was about to run to open the door to take a look, when there was a sudden bang, and the door of the theater was kicked open violently.

"You... who are you?"

Seeing so many people, the sweeping boy trembled and stammered.

"Smash me!"

As soon as the words fell, the troupe master who heard the sound brought some people to the theater. The troupe master took a closer look and found that the person who came was none other than Mr. Qian who was in a panic last night.At this moment, Mr. Qian completely lost the cowardice of last night, he was very arrogant and domineering, holding a folding fan, and he didn't take anyone seriously.

Dozens of servants followed behind him, holding sticks and looking fiercely. Hearing Mr. Qian's words, all the servants raised their sticks and stared viciously at the surrounding tables and chairs. Just as they were about to move forward, someone suddenly shouted One sentence: "Stop!"

The person who spoke was the head of the class. The head of the class had a kind face, a smile on his face, and he clasped his fists to compliment him: "So it's Mr. Qian. What kind of wind brought you, a great god, to this ruined temple of mine? Mr. Qian is coming, it's not far away." Welcome. If Mr. Qian wants to watch a play, hey, what a coincidence, the Mingchun class starts at night."

"Hmph, don't pretend to be garlic!"

(End of this chapter)