I am fish

Mr. Liao didn't just say it casually, he really put on his fur jacket and called the groom to send them back to the troupe.

In the early morning of winter, the entire Taojun city was covered with a layer of cold hoarfrost. Mr. Liao was afraid that the moon mother would be cold, so he specially asked the groom to drive the largest carriage. There was a charcoal fire in the carriage and a deerskin blanket was prepared for her to wear.

Yue Niang was so cared for by Mr. Liao that her gentle and beautiful eyes almost burst into a sea of ​​flowers. She snuggled into Mr. Liao's arms and hummed sorely and coldly for a long time, looking like she was looking for trouble.But Mr. Liao didn't dislike him at all, he coaxed Yueniang as long as he was there, when the two got on the horse, they chanted to each other for a long while, "the king is like clearing the road dust, and the concubine is like muddy cement", and when they got off the horse and wanted to say goodbye, they said "never far away from each other". , An Zhi envy the couple "to comfort each other.Zhen Wenjun sat in the back of the car and waited for a long time in the ice and snow after getting off the car, yawning and waiting for them to finish this reluctant scene.

Standing until the soles of the feet are cool and the tip of the nose is red, and the sun is about to rise directly above the Tianling Gai, the two of them will say goodbye to each other and finally say goodbye.

As soon as Yueniang returned to the opera troupe, Du Sanniang came to meet her, and the two chatted together for a long time, deliberately lowering their voices so that no one else could hear them, occasionally whispering.

Zhen Wenjun was also entangled by other young ladies in the theater troupe, asking her how Mr. Liao was, and whether it was really the same as the legend.Zhen Wenjun said that she waited outside the house all night and never went in. Their questions were really hard to answer.The little ladies gathered together again and said with a little jealousy that Yueniang was so lucky that he was actually favored by Mr. Liao.Seeing that she is proud of herself and getting along with Mr. Liao happily, the whole box of gold and silver jewelry in the courtyard was sent by Mr. Liao.If Mr. Liao really ransoms her and takes her away, maybe she will be rich and honored from now on, and she will no longer have to travel around in the rivers and lakes.

Zhen Wenjun couldn't say anything, but he had some thoughts in his heart.

This Mr. Liao or Wei Zizhuo is too good at superficial things.Not to mention that as soon as Yueniang came out of his room, his hands and feet were not clean and he took the opportunity to make friends. Even in the carriage, when he and Yueniang were depending on each other, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not. His hanging finger brushed Zhen Wenjun's knee.This Mr. Liao is by no means a person entrusted to him for life.

It is precisely because of his frivolity that Zhen Wenjun can take advantage of it.

On the second day, someone came to name Yue Niang and invited the opera troupe to sing at the house.As soon as Yueniang heard this, she immediately dressed up, but Du Sanniang said that it was not Mr. Liao who called the roll.Mr. Liao didn't show up again for seven consecutive days. Yueniang's heart was fluctuating. At first she was a little disgusted with his excessive anger. likable.Seven days later, when Yueniang was finally about to stand up again from her disappointment and continue to run around on the Jianghu road, this Mr. Liao appeared again.

The opera troupe was invited to sing opera again, and the building was full of guests again.Yueniang was singing on the stage, and Mr. Liao was watching her from the private room, still in the same infatuation, as if he wasn't the one who disappeared for more than ten days.

After the song finished singing, Mr. Liao stood backstage waiting for her with a bright face.Yueniang rushed forward and almost smashed his chest, he smiled and pulled her into his arms, explaining that there are important things to do these days, and he left without having time to tell her, so he must make up for it tonight.

Yueniang failed to come back from Mr. Liao's Hualou for two consecutive days, and on the third day Du Sanniang went to ask for someone, and Yueniang reluctantly left.I came back and rested for a while, looking forward to singing again in the evening, but I didn't expect to see him again for a few days.I thought that Mr. Liao had some important business to leave, but after inquiring, it turned out that he was in Taojun City, but he didn't name the Liaoyuan squad again.

On weekdays, the young ladies in the Liaoyuan class woke up to the sound of Yueniang practicing music, but these days, she was not seen for three days, and only after inquiring did they find out that Yueniang was sick with resentment.

Zhen Wenjun picked some qi-tonifying herbs and went to visit her. When he saw her, she saw that she was sitting on the bed and sighed as if she had lost her soul, saying that she had a headache.Zhen Wenjun massaged her head for her, saying that her father often had headaches before, and he always massaged him like this, and it will be fine after the massage.

Yueniang shook her head: "I don't really have a headache, it's actually a heart disease."

"Heart disease?"

So Yueniang told Zhen Wenjun what was on her mind in the past few days. Just like what Zhen Wenjun thought, Yueniang was worried about Mr. Liao being hot and cold towards her.Said that Shanmeng Haishi was good and suddenly changed his nature, Qu'er stopped listening, and he couldn't even see his shadow when he went to find him.

"Could it be that you're bored?" Zhen Wenjun said, "How many people will be genuinely moved by this night's business? Yueniang, you are not such a person who can't understand."

"You are still young, what do you know? Naturally, I am not sincerely looking forward to being able to stay with Mr. Liao. What kind of person is he, how can I expect to be high-ranking? I have seen many rich family heirs, officials and nobles, and many of them are rich and powerful. But I can’t find another one with wealth like Mr. Liao. I’m too old, and the theater troupe can’t stay forever. Du Sanniang is good to me, but she treats me as a cash cow. If one day I can’t sing I can't make more money for her, and she won't look at me any more. How will I live at that time? Why does Du Sanniang want you to follow me? It must be because I want you to learn from me. If you don’t want to be with me, you will have to take over from my class to support the entire theater troupe. As for me, if I can leave the theater troupe with Mr. Liao and live a decent life, even if I only serve him as a concubine or even a maidservant. It's the blessings I accumulated in my previous life. But now I can't see his face at all."

"Mr. Liao is out of Tao Juncheng to do business again?"

"I thought so too at first, but the little gentleman in the Hualou let me know that she didn't leave at all, she was here all the time, but a girl came, and Mr. Liao didn't see anyone, he just surrounded the girl change."

"Girl?"

"Yes, this person is Mr. Liao's confidante, and Mr. Liao obeys her. Ever since she came, Mr. Liao put down everything he was doing to stay with her. It is probably because of this person that he was busy a few days ago. Du Sanniang and Uncle Li did not agree. I will stay here for too long. Those who listen to Qu’er are all looking for something new. The business comes and goes quickly. They will leave Taojun City in a few days. If Mr. Liao still doesn’t pick me up by then, I will really... ..." Speaking of this, Yueniang burst into tears, "I really don't care about my status, I just want a place where I can sleep peacefully in this troubled world."

"With your beauty and demeanor, even if you have a hundred friends, they can't compare with you." Zhen Wenjun's words were half sweet, but most of them were true.There is no doubt that Yueniang is beautiful, otherwise there would not be so many young masters willing to spend a lot of money on her.Yueniang is beautiful and self-aware, and often shows superiority, but this time she immediately denied:

"No, no, no! I was born beautiful, but I only looked beautiful among mortal women, and I was absolutely incomparable with Mr. Liao's confidante. I once saw a girl from a distance, let alone a man. , even I couldn't help but keep looking at her as if I lost my soul. She is so beautiful, like a fairy flying down from the nine heavens... No, ordinary fairies are not as good as her finger."

Zhen Wenjun: "It's an exaggeration."

Yue Niang grabbed her hand, and said very seriously: "Why should I exaggerate for Mr. Liao's confidante? If possible, I would rather this person is extremely ugly. But she is so beautiful, so beautiful that I don't know what to do with it." Describe her beauty. I can only say this, if I were Mr. Liao, I would not regret giving up all the women in the world for her."

Zhen Wenjun saw that she had placed great hopes in Mr. Liao, so it is reasonable to be sad and confused at the moment.She remembered that Ajiao once gave her a stack of bamboo slips, which contained not only a series of forbidden books such as "The Fusion of Yin and Yang in Heaven and Earth" and "Biography of the Goddess", but also some scriptures on sex written by unknown masters.Therefore, in addition to the Nine Laws of the Xuannv who fought in the boudoir, she was also forced to silently write many articles about the love ambitions of men and women. These biographies contain rich love game skills, and Zhen Wenjun mentioned a few words in Yueniang's ear.

Since the pink confidant is such a girl, it is very difficult to gain the upper hand in a direct confrontation with her.It's not as good as this...

Yueniang stopped crying, and the more she listened, the more excited she became.

In the early morning of the second day, Yueniang dressed up carefully, put on Mr. Liao's favorite dress, and went to sing in front of his courtyard.This song is called "The Story of the Drunken Immortal", and it is Mr. Liao's favorite song. It describes the longing for a famous prostitute in a brothel for a talented man from a rich family.Yueniang sang so loudly that even the pawns outside the door couldn't help shedding tears, and took the initiative to enter the house to inform Mr. Liao.The gate of the courtyard opened, Mr. Liao was really moved by her, and came out to meet her in person.

"Yueniang, why are you doing this?" Mr. Liao actually knelt in front of Yueniang.

Yueniang also burst into tears in his arms: "If I can't see Mr. Liao again in this life, Yueniang is willing to fall into hell forever with a heart of admiration for Mr. Liao!"

Yueniang spat out a mouthful of blood, and Mr. Liao's face turned pale with fright.Yueniang confides to him as if she is holding her last breath, how much she misses these days and how her heart is broken.Mr. Liao held her thin face and wept into tears. Even Zhen Wenjun, who was hiding a hundred steps away, could clearly hear the wailing sound like a concubine's mourning.

This Mr. Liao is actually better at singing than Yueniang, so people can't tell whether it is true or false.But seeing him help Yueniang into the courtyard is considered to have achieved his goal.

Sure enough, in the next few days, the Liaoyuan class had a chance to earn money from Mr. Liao, so they went to Mr. Liao's place for several days in a row.

Yueniang was still not happy, Zhen Wenjun asked her why, Yueniang said:

"What did you sing before? "Dongxuanzi" and "Changchunting"! What about now? You actually want me to sing "Liu Niangzi's Three Expeditions to Northern Xinjiang" and "Lanling King"! Said those pornographic songs are not suitable for my sister to listen to." Afraid of dirtying her ears. The sister he said is his pink confidant!"

Zhen Wenjun suppressed a smile and persuaded her: "Just sing "Lanling King", as long as you can sing along with Mr. Liao, everything is worth it."

Yueniang also knew this reasoning, but she just talked to Zhen Wenjun to relieve the tightness in her chest.

The moon is on the treetops, and the music in Hualou reappears.Sure enough, Yueniang came on stage and sang "Lanling King", and she sang very well with both emotion and emotion.

Zhen Wenjun climbed to the top of the stage shelf and looked out while holding the bamboo pole.She had checked it a long time ago, only here can overlook the whole place, and see all the people in the boxes clearly.

Since Yueniang is going to sing "The King of Lanling" today, her pink friend must be there.Zhen Wenjun is very interested in Mr. Liao's confidante, she wants to see how beautiful his confidante is.What's more important is that Mr. Liao is obedient to this person, which is probably his weakness.If Mr. Liao is Wei Zizhuo himself, then controlling his confidante is the most important thing.

The weather is cold, and the high places are even more windy.Zhen Wenjun put on a shabby leather hat and climbed up the pole like a monkey, and found Mr. Liao's box at a glance.Seeing that there is no one in the venue today except his box, do you want to watch the show alone with your girlfriend?This is also good, so that Zhen Wenjun will not have to look around for someone.

There were two rows of maidservants standing outside the box, and there were only two figures inside.The person wearing the crown on the right must be Young Master Liao, and the person sitting on the left is indeed a woman in silhouette, but she is buried in the shadows and her face cannot be seen clearly.

If only the firelight on the stage could be moved a little in the direction of her face, just a little to see her face.

Zhen Wenjun thought so in his heart, but he didn't expect that the next moment, there would be a fire flashing from her face.This time was quite short, but Zhen Wenjun still saw the man's appearance clearly.

She was stunned for half a stick of incense before she regained her strength.

The first thought was that Yueniang was not exaggerating at all.

There is such a face in the world, it really makes people dumbfounded.Phrases such as the beauty of the world, the beauty of the country, and the like are only considered frivolous and ridiculous when applied to her.

"The expression is thick, the meaning is far and gentle and true, the texture is delicate and the flesh is even." Zhen Wenjun only thought of this poem.

She sat there quietly, but when the firelight passed by, there was a trace of sharpness in her eyes ready to go.

Beautiful and dangerous, it's mesmerizing.

The cold wind blew away Zhen Wenjun's fur hat with a "huh", and didn't even notice that it messed up his hair.