Please don't see, please don't see

Zuifeng Tower is indeed the largest theater in the city. Today, when I come to Mo Mansion to sing operas, I have prepared dozens of operas alone. Yu Lin and the aunts lost their minds after seeing it.

"Second sister, do you think we are listening to Jingmeng? Or Zhuang Zhou's Mengdie?" Yu Lin asked Lan Qing who was beside her.

Lan Qingyuan also belonged to the garden, and was brought back by Mo Qiming from Jiangnan 18 years ago, but after entering the mansion for so many years, she didn't give birth to a boy or a girl, so she hoped that Mo Qiming, who was eager for a child, would come back in two years. After successively admitting Yu Feng and Chang Lan into the mansion, the thin Mo mansion became lively.

"Sister, it's our young master who wants to listen to the opera today, I'm afraid he will decide the title." Lan Qing said with an embarrassed smile.

Yu Feng, who was sitting on the side, also approached, and while swaying the silk fan in his hand, he said in a pretentious manner: "What kind of dream is this? The meaning is probably not good, right?"

Yu Feng and Chang Lan were originally maidservants in the mansion. Later, after they filled in the house for Mo Qiming, they once acted as a domineering and did not take Yu Lin's main family seriously. Although Yu Lin had said it many times, but this This situation seemed to intensify after the two gave birth to two sons and four daughters.

Yu Lin had only one son, Mo Lingfeng, and Yu Feng and Chang Lan often praised and sneered at this matter, which made Yu Lin feel very unhappy, so naturally she seldom had any contact with them on weekdays. Mo Qiming also turned a blind eye to this matter, so she couldn't care less about it.

"I think it's better to listen to Broken Bridge." At some point, Chunlan pushed Mo Lingfeng who was in a wheelchair behind Yu Lin and the others.

"Yo, the young master is here." Yu Feng shrugged, turned his head and winked at Chang Lan, shaking the silk fan even more, and said, "We all have the honor of the young master today, otherwise Ah, I don’t know when I can hear the play.”

"Yes, sister, please tell me, Ling Yun from your family and Ling Xiao from your sister's family, who can have such a blessing to invite Zuifenglou to sing at home?" Chang Lan's words were so harsh that Mo Lingfeng Can't help shaking his head slightly.

If this was normal, she, Chang Lan, would also look at the occasion, but today is different. Yu Feng's son Mo Lingyun was just selected into the palace two days ago as the prince's attendant. The position in Mo's residence seems to have surpassed Yu Lin's, so Chang Lan naturally fell to Yu Feng.

"You two aunts, Ling Yun and Ling Xiao are both members of the royal family, how can such a secular platform get into your eyes?" Mo Lingfeng smiled.

Mo Lingfeng has long seen clearly the open and secret fights between these aunts, but he doesn't like to talk too much, and he doesn't care about anything on weekdays.He didn't want to be the target of public criticism, but he was unacceptable.

Presumably Mo Lingfeng's words were very ear-catching to Yu Feng and the others, so after they just looked at each other and smiled, they walked to the chairs in the distance and sat down, pointing to the stage downstairs with joy.

"Isn't Ling Yun chosen to be the prince's attendant? Is it necessary to be so arrogant? My family Ling Feng has no intention of official career, otherwise it would be her family's Ling Yun?" Yu Lin complained unhappily.

Mo Lingfeng could hear the truth in his mother's words, but he couldn't be relieved, so he could only smile awkwardly from the sidelines.

"Sister, Ling Feng is not bad either. After all, the emperor bestowed the marriage on her. No matter how many princes and nobles can ask for it, what is there to be dissatisfied with?" Lan Qing took Yu Lin's hand and comforted her.

Lan Qing has always been able to deal with these things with ease. She has no children and she is always caring for Ling Feng. It is not for other reasons, but because when she first started, Ling Feng called her childishly. "Auntie".

"That's right, my family, Ling Feng, is also valued by the emperor." Yu Lin's complexion immediately turned from cloudy to clear, and Lan Qing could coax her into elation every time.

"Watch a play and watch a play." With the sound of the gong on the stage downstairs, someone said something, so everyone upstairs sat upright, ready to start.

In fact, Mo Lingfeng didn't really want to watch a play, he just wanted to see how seductive that Tsing Yi was, and as a man, how he would play the role of Bai Niangniang so thoroughly.

"My God, Tsing Yi is so beautiful."

"Yeah, I'm afraid a woman would be ashamed of this appearance, right?"

"Yeah, no wonder those young masters in the city would fight for him."

Mo Lingfeng listened to the chattering voices of the maids behind him, while looking at the man on the stage who looked better than Pan An.

Such as jade water sleeves, enchanting phantom, moving heaven and earth, and full of love.

That was the charming and alluring Bai Niangniang, but in his frowns and smiles, there was some heart-pounding affection.

Mo Lingfeng looked at the man on the stage who was more evil than evildoers and more beautiful than beauties, his eyes seemed to be as clear as water, making it impossible to see the bottom.

Mo Lingfeng certainly didn't expect that when he was looking at the man on the stage, that man seemed to be secretly observing him as well.

Although Tsing Yi has never met Mo Lingfeng, he has heard about him for a long time in the market --- Moshang is like jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world.

The face is like peach petals, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the temples are like cut by knives, the eyes are misty like blue smoke, and the two curved eyebrows are as deep as paint.Looking from a distance, it is quiet and natural, just like a person in a painting, which makes people dare not get their hands on it.

After a few hasty eye contact, Tsing Yi couldn't help feeling strange, as if it was predestined in the dark, just waiting for the fate to come.

At the end of the song, Mo Lingfeng signaled Chunlan to come over.

"Mother, my son wants to give a reward in person. What else do you want to hear? I'll let them prepare." He whispered in Yu Lin's ear.

"Go in person?" Yu Lin thought for a while and said, "That's fine, but be careful when you go downstairs. As for what to listen to later, just make up your mind."

"Yes, the child will leave first."

……

The backstage was much messier than Mo Lingfeng imagined. He never liked to be in crowded places, so after explaining to Chunlan, he pushed his wheelchair to the gazebo in the back garden by himself.

It was near the Dragon Boat Festival, and all the flowers were in full bloom. There was a sense of comfort in the garden. When there was nothing to do on weekdays, he also liked to immerse himself in it, savoring the natural state of mind and forgetting the worries of the world.

From afar, Chunlan led Tsing Yi into the garden, and wanted to report first, but was stopped by Tsing Yi, Chunlan could only blushed and exited the back garden.

Facing his smile that warms a girl's heart and makes a girl's face feel ashamed, no woman would be able to refuse him.

"I have heard that Mr. Lingfeng never interacts with outsiders on weekdays. It seems that the only person in the world who can stand on equal footing with you is the next one, except today." Tsing Yi walked slowly into the gazebo and cupped his hands chuckled lightly.

Tsing Yi stood behind Mo Lingfeng, looking around, everything around was so quiet, it seemed as if there were only two of them left in the world.

"It's hard to find a confidant in life. If you can't find it, why bother to find it." Mo Lingfeng's voice seemed to be full of magic power, which made Tsing Yi's heart rippling.

Mo Lingfeng turned around slowly, the paint on the Tsing Yi in front of him had faded, a pair of delicate and lively eyes, red lips and white teeth, a peach blossom face, and a pointed chin made him look more feminine.

"Young master, please sit down." Mo Lingfeng motioned him to sit down.

"Don't dare, my lord should call me Tsing Yi." Tsing Yi said while sitting down.

Mo Lingfeng pushed an ancient painting on the table in front of Tsing Yi, and said lightly: "This is Ling Feng's little idea, I hope the young master of Tsing Yi don't dislike it."

Tsing Yi stared at that handsome face, hesitated for a moment, then slowly picked up the ancient painting and unfolded it carefully.

It was a picture of Mrs. Wei's "Ji Shou and Nan Tie". Seeing the surprise flashing in Tsing Yi's eyes, Mo Lingfeng's mouth showed an undetectable smile.