Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

Before people could express their feelings, as the stage background changed, melodious music came from the four directions of the hall, and they felt as if they had become part of the music and dance.

The swords on the stage instantly turned into hundreds of colorful umbrellas, and a scene of rain and fog in the south of the Yangtze River appeared before everyone.

As the white petals slowly unfold, a red figure stretches out, just like a pistil greedily absorbing oxygen, lazy, soft, and delicate...

"Red Lady, is this person the Red Lady?"

"Shouldn't Lady Hong be thirty years old? How can she look like that?"

"No wonder your majesty has been searching for her for ten years. Is this definitely not a fairy that fell into the human world?"

The whispers in the venue made Eunuch Hu frown. He carefully watched the emperor's expression, fearing that he would anger the emperor.

But what did he see?

Nan Qidi's eyes no longer moved, and his surroundings seemed to be blocked out. In the entire space, he could only see her figure and hear her singing. She was spinning and dancing melodiously...

No one knew that he had been waiting for this moment to meet for five years.

Her figure can only appear in dreams.

In the past five years, she came to Nanqi, but always avoided him.

Today, I finally saw it.

Her smile while immersed in the music and dance was so light and ethereal, no longer superficial and vain.

He longed to hold her in his arms, but he strongly suppressed the impulse in his heart, fearing that it was just an illusion that would shatter at the slightest touch.

Time passed as she spun, and waves of applause brought him back to reality. However, in a moment of surprise, the figure was no longer on the stage.

He watched other artists leave one after another after their bows, his mouth unconsciously opened wide and never closed.

"Your Majesty, for the last dance, Lady Hong will come on stage to lead the dance."

Eunuch Hu looked at the obsessed Emperor Nanqi and reminded him in a low voice.

With a long sigh, Emperor Nanqi finally let out a long sigh.

Don’t worry, don’t worry, you can’t ruin her music and dance.

This is her stage, her soul is here, and I have to be the one who supports her the most.

He made up his mind that this would be the last song and he would never let her go.

Beg or use any means.

He could no longer bear the pain of her disappearing for a few years again.

If you don’t see me, it’s fine. But if you see me again, you can never lose me again.

Not caring what the audience thought, the moment Hong Niangzi stepped off the stage, she rushed towards Qian You who was waiting at the entrance of the stage and hugged her.

"Little guy, I'm very satisfied with the stage design you created. I'm looking forward to the end of the performance. We're going to get drunk tonight. I can't wait to celebrate with you."

"Sister Hongyu, I admire you very much and worship you. If, I say if, I have done anything wrong to you, please forgive me for my sincerity towards you, okay?"

Qian You hugged her back, his face full of sincerity.

"Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about? How could you possibly have done anything wrong to me? Even if you have, it's nothing to me. You are my favorite sister."

Hongniang patted Qianyou's little face gently and responded with a big smile.

"Sister Hongyu, tonight, if we have a chance to meet again, I will tell you something you are most looking forward to. By then, I may not have to be your sister anymore."

Qian You tried hard to suppress his complicated emotions and looked at Hong Niangzi solemnly.

"You are my sister forever, and no one can change that. It's your turn, and I'm here waiting for you."

The light and shadow on the stage suddenly changed. The hundreds of umbrellas turned into precious lotus lanterns. The audience was enveloped by soft Sanskrit sounds and faint sandalwood incense. Some Buddhist ladies knelt down unconsciously and worshiped.

As the rhythm of the music and dance progressed, the visual shock of the thousands of hands and eyes on the stage made Emperor Nanqi's heart solemn. His whole body seemed to be suppressed by the power of Buddha, and he was soaked in numbness. He sat stiffly on the luxurious dragon throne.

The audience in the venue and the guards holding swords to maintain order seemed to be frozen in time, sitting or standing devoutly, looking at the Bodhisattva who was saving all living beings. The venue was so quiet.

The gentle music suddenly changed to become solemn and sad.

The Bodhisattva took off her golden robe, revealing a pure white gauze dress. Her countless twisted and wriggling tentacles stretched out as far as they could, trying to soothe the sadness in the world.

Wherever you can't reach, smoke rises and cries of pain are heard.

The people exchanged their own children for food, and their souls were devastated.

Guanyin shed tears of blood, and the Buddhist chanting came to an abrupt end.

The leading Guanyin wears a brocade half-sleeve and an ancient pomegranate skirt around her waist, which is men's attire.

He gently raised his hand and stroked his cheek, and the moment he looked up again, his true face was revealed.

The young face is extraordinarily handsome, like a fine sculpture.

There is an obvious black mole on the high bridge of the nose, which seems to have inadvertently smudged the masterpiece, but it also adds another unique vividness.

He slightly opened his red lips, still mumbling like a Bodhisattva.

"Ninth Uncle, how are you?"

The venue remained so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. No one had recovered from the sudden change, and they seemed to be still immersed in the music and dance that had just been performed.

"Uncle Nine, my nephew is back."

The sound seemed to come from the sky, knocking on Qi Yi's eardrums.

He is back?

The little prince is back?

He became Guanyin Bodhisattva and came back?

He tried his best to suppress the shock in his heart and tried to stand up.

But, but, why can’t my body move?

He shook his dizzy head hard, trying to regain his consciousness.

"Royal Guards, come and protect the emperor."

He screamed with all his might, but the sound was very soft.

His voice was hoarse and without any energy. He couldn't stop feeling panic in his heart, so he looked at the little prince again.

"what have you done?"

"Ninth Uncle, you forced me to abdicate, usurped power, and seized the throne. You forced me to leave my hometown and tried to kill me. Are you worthy of the trust and trust that my father placed in you?

You concealed the news of your father's death and buried him hastily in the imperial mausoleum, leaving him without the honor and dignity he deserved before his death. Are you worthy of his kindness in raising you?

You issued an order to recruit soldiers indiscriminately just to satisfy your warlike ambitions. Except for the capital city of Li, Nanqi is full of famine and barrenness. No one sows the fields. Women and children live in hardship and are bullied and humiliated. Corrupt officials collude with local gentry and bandits. The people are living in misery. There are bones everywhere and no one buries them. Are you worthy of the millions of people in Nanqi who depend on you for food and livelihood?"

Qi Luobai's accusations on the stage also awakened the officials below the stage.

Everyone was amazed that it was the little prince who appeared in the light and shadow of the Bodhisattva, and was also surprised that they were unable to control their bodies at this moment, and everyone was terrified.

The unusual things in the hall finally alarmed the guards standing outside. After a squad came in to check, nearly a hundred soldiers with swords immediately rushed in.

The situation on the stage immediately changed. The artists from Qianmai Music House took off their dance skirts, revealing their white tights. Dozens of artists then rushed to the front of the stage from backstage, handing over their weapons, and instantly protected Qi Luobai in the middle.