She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Shen Zheng held her hand and rubbed it gently to please her: "Sister, as long as you don't let me leave you, I can agree to anything you want."

His conditions were not a big deal for Shen Weicang, so he hummed and nodded reluctantly as if giving alms: "Okay."

Shen Zheng was getting happier and happier as the distance between him and his sister became closer and closer. Once he resolved the shackles of their identities, he could stay with her.

He continued to grind the ink with tenderness in his heart, watching Cang Cang write his name seriously, his hands shaking slightly.

Shen Weicang took great care in writing her own name, but she was much more casual when writing Shen Zheng's name.

The two names were listed side by side, and Shen Zheng carefully picked up the paper by the corner.

Shen Weicang put his seal on the paper in a very formal manner. He secretly used his internal energy to dry the ink that had not yet dried. He wanted to put the paper away, but felt a little hesitant as he was reluctant to fold it.

"The snow has stopped!"

Shen Weicang opened the window, and a damp and cold air rushed into the room.

Shen Zheng was carefully folding the paper along the two people's names and putting it in his lapel against his chest.

Hearing Shen Weicang's words, he also walked to the window: "Sister, let's go out and play. Hongji class has arranged several good plays today."

Hongji is the most famous opera troupe in Qingzhou. I heard that a handsome man who plays the female role came a few months ago. However, he has not been seen on stage for some time, and no one has seen what he looks like.

Shen Weicang became interested: "What play is being rehearsed? Is Xufang going to be on stage today?"

Hearing her interest in Xufang, Shen Zheng frowned slightly and said gloomily:

"Today is New Year's Eve, and the plays being rehearsed are all about family happiness. They include "Reunion", "Commoner Prime Minister", and "Sun's Search for Home". You can also pay a reward of silver to choose the one you want to watch."

"Today is Xufang's debut on stage, and many people are coming to watch."

Debut?

Shen Weicang became more interested: "Okay, then I want to go and see how powerful Xufang is. She hasn't been on stage for several months, and Boss Hong has let her do that."

Hongjiban is located in the west of Qingzhou and occupies a three-story building.

In the Dajing Dynasty, opera troupes such as the Tonglefang were considered to be of the lowest class and were not very respectable. Noble officials who were self-righteous would not associate with them. Even if they were summoned to their mansions for fun, they would only use them as toys to amuse themselves.

Qingzhou is located in the south of the Yangtze River, far away from the capital. The restrictions in the officialdom are nothing to the people of the martial arts world. The more down-to-earth a place is, the more it can attract people of the martial arts world to gather.

Shen Weicang walked down from the carriage. Shen Zheng stretched out his hand to support her. She jumped down lightly and patted her clothes neatly.

"I don't need your help. You better take care of yourself and don't slip and embarrass me."

Although the snow has stopped, the weather has been too cold these days and the snow has frozen into a piece on the ground as soon as it fell. The guys at Hongji are working hard to shovel ice in front of their house.

The coachman drove the carriage to Hongji's backyard, and Shen Weicang walked inside.

Shen Zheng walked beside her, his eyes somehow fixed on her waist.

As soon as Shen Weicang entered the door, a waiter came up to greet her warmly: "Miss Shen, your visit today really makes our humble place shine!"

Shen Weicang was in a good mood and gave Shen Zheng a wink.

Shen Zheng was a little confused and blinked at her.

The waiter couldn't help but urge: "Fifth Master, Miss Shen is going to reward me."

In the past, when Miss Shen brought her maids over, they would know what to do with just a glance from her. Why is this Fifth Young Master so dull?

Shen Zheng looked at the girl who was glaring at him with dissatisfaction, concealed the smile in his eyes, reached into his purse, took out some change and handed it to the waiter.

The waiter led Shen Weicang to her private room. She snorted and laughed, "It's been a while since I last came to play. You've become more eloquent. You even know that I want to give you a tip."

The waiter pushed open the door of a private room on the second floor and smiled apologetically, "I am telling the truth. Today is Xufang's debut on stage, and it is also a gesture for Miss Shen to come and watch."

Shen Weicang stopped by the table. The waiter diligently wiped the table and chairs carefully again. She looked down.

The stage is downstairs, and among the four private rooms on the second floor, this location is the best.

The half-person-high railing cannot block the view. The four private rooms are neither far nor close. There are gauze curtains on both ends of the railing to cover the area. The hazy view does not affect the viewing experience and can also add a bit of privacy.

Shen Weicang looked at the crowds of people downstairs and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that your Xu Fang is quite suspenseful. What drama will he perform today?"

The waiter brought hot tea and snacks and placed them on the table: "Xufang has to wait until the last play of "Sun's Search for Home" is on stage."

Shen Weicang said disdainfully: "Master Hong, you are really good at making arrangements."

Knowing that most people came for Xufang, he made this arrangement on purpose.

"Don't be upset, Miss Shen. After Xufang finishes singing 'Sun's Search for Home', you can give him some money and invite him to this private room," the waiter said to her with a smile.

"Our boss said that whoever offers the highest price will be able to sing until closing time today."

Shen Zheng was unhappy. He was just an actor, but he really thought he was so popular.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he must be trying to trick you into giving him the money."

After the waiter left, Shen Weicang took off the fox fur cape and handed it to Shen Zheng. Shen Zheng sat down at the table. Hearing him say this, she glanced at him: "When did you need to control me?"

Shen Zheng didn't dare say anything more. He just cursed Xu Fang viciously in his heart, hoping that Cang Cang would find out that he was ugly and scold him.

The performance had already started. Shen Zheng was not very interested in the plays, but there had been continuous snowfall in Qingzhou in recent days, and it was New Year's Eve, so most of the shops in the streets were closed. Only this troupe could make the show lively.

He just wanted to be closer to Cang Cang, and it didn't matter where they went.

He withdrew his gaze somewhat casually, and his eyes fell on Shen Weicang again.

Today she was wearing a bright red skirt with a light green inner lining. The skirt was embroidered with a ruyi pattern in gold thread, and the collar and cuffs still had a circle of snow-white fluff.

Shen Zheng frowned again. He remembered what he had thought of when he was looking at Cang Cang outside Hongji's door just now. He asked softly, "Sister, why didn't you bring the whip I gave you today?"

Without even turning his head, Shen Weicang reached out and picked up a piece of exquisite tea and put it in his mouth. He took another sip of hot tea before saying, "I'll give the whip away."

Giving it away?!

Shen Zheng felt a surge of grievance. He had made the whip for Cang Cang himself, so how could she just give it away?

He had a bad feeling and couldn't help asking, "Who did my sister give it to?"

Shen Weicang felt that there was nothing he couldn't say: "I gave it to Guihan. I asked him to teach me how to use a whip, so I have to pay him a small salary."

Shen Zheng clenched his fists. He could give it to anyone, but why should he give it to Wen Guihan?

He made the whip piece by piece with his own hands. Taking into account Cang Cang's physical strength and exertion habits, everything he made was most suitable for her.

In order to cater to her love of beauty, he also ingeniously decorated it with fluff and small bells. The bell was taken from the longevity lock that he wore close to his body.

He was thinking at the time that the bell rang with every step, and it was taken down from his longevity lock, so perhaps it could ensure his sister's longevity and safety. Or perhaps when his sister used the whip, the bell would ring and she would remember him.

In the end, he was taken away by Wen Guihan, that shameless and reckless man. How could he be so shameless!