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Shen You staggered out of the secluded garden where he often met Princess Cheng Jia, a little at a loss as to where to go.

"Gan Song... Where's He Mingyu's horse? Where did they go?"

"Xianjun..." Gan Song reminded a little worriedly, "Your current physical condition is not suitable for riding a horse."

Shen You held onto a tree, let her somewhat sore body relax, raised her eyebrows and said, "Why isn't it suitable? It's not that you don't know He Mingyu's riding skills and drinking capacity, nothing will happen..."

"Hurry up, bring me the horse, it's midnight... blowing the wind will help you get rid of the alcohol, or you will be reprimanded by the old man when you return to Fuding..."

Gan Song reluctantly carried out the order—he could still do this little convenience.

The jet-black horse ran over quickly, Shen You didn't let it stop, but when the horse passed by, he suddenly pulled the rein and turned on the horse, like a beautiful butterfly fluttering in the moonlight.

He quickly walked out of the palace gate as if there was no one else around. The nightlife of the people in the capital is very rich - the downtown area at this point is even more lively than the inside of the palace.

At that moment, Shen You felt as if she had finally returned to the world.

"Where are you going, Xianjun!" Gan Song looked at the route a little confused, "Aren't you going back to the palace?"

"No," Shen You showed a childish smile, "Who is impatient to go back and see their expressions... Let's go, I haven't been to the theater for a few days, go to the theater with my master!"

"..." Humming as if what I said counts.

The horse stopped precisely at the entrance of the Grand Theater in Kyoto, Shen You jumped off the horse with a swing of his legs, handed the reins to the young man who came forward with a smile on his face, and entered the garden behind the curtain.

For a moment, the graceful and clear singing came to his ears, and the boredom in his heart was immediately cleared. He took a sip from the wine bag from his waist, and hummed along with it in a low voice.

"Yo, the little prince is finally here!" Just two steps away, a familiar steward warmly greeted him in person. The middle-aged man with a happy face trotted over and took boiling water from the passing waiter. and a square scarf, all the way half-bowed to lead the distinguished guests to the private room in the theater specially prepared for the little prince.

"Master, it's been a while since you came here. The children in the garden are thinking too hard. They don't even pay attention to practicing kung fu, but it's really..."

"Oh?" Shen You lazily leaned halfway in the luxurious chair, and followed his words, "Is that true? I've got stuck these days, so I really don't have time to relax!"

He sighed softly, took another sip of wine, picked up the playlist on the table and looked at it: "Hey, why is there no Yueyun's book?"

"Uh..." There was a thin layer of sweat on the steward's chubby face, he arched his body and cupped his hands again and again, "Master, calm down, it's really unfortunate that the moon cloud is caught in the wind and cold, and I can't sleep for a few days." It's time to play... how many new children have been trained in the garden, why don't you call me to give you palm eyes?"

"Ah..." Shen You clicked his tongue with a half-smile, and looked at him from the corner of his eyes, "That's really unfortunate..."

"My lord..."

"Forget it...forget it," Shen You suddenly felt a little bored when he saw the sparkle on his forehead, and waved his hands and said, "Forget it, what's the point of embarrassing you here, that kid has always been very angry, so many Tian didn't come to see him, I think he was angry with the master... well, just catch Master Kong and coax him himself."

The steward didn't dare to take over at all, so he could only bow his body obsequiously, and secretly lamented that the little prince really spoiled an actor to the sky.

Alas, that child Yueyun, is he really young, what kind of pettiness is he playing... Now that the nobleman can tolerate you, can he pamper you like this for the rest of his life?

Shen You took another sip of wine, rubbed the sides of the rosewood with her fingertips, and said with a smile: "Then the new troupe you mentioned, let's bring it and have a look, if you sing well, you will be rewarded, if you sing badly... Tsk , You don’t want to smash your own signboard if you want to be enlightened, don’t you?”

"Yes, yes, yes," the steward quickly promised, "Just wait a moment, there are two young girls and one excellent martial arts student, I will call you to watch."

"That's what you said," Shen You narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "but it seems to be in the tone of some romantic place..."

"This... how can this be possible." The steward forced a smile, and secretly groaned in his heart: I don't know what's wrong with this little ancestor today, why is it so difficult to serve... I always heard that He Xiaowang was moody, but he never heard of it. I have put on airs in the garden, and I have seen it today.

He didn't dare to speak any more, he had to quickly back out of the private room with his hands folded, and then dared to take out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat while panting.

Too bad... Today's little prince is so unusual, those children haven't been trained carefully, if they accidentally pissed people off, there's no way to justify them in the theater.

"Steward Wang, wait..." Just after leaving the theater building, I saw a boy dressed in short clothes rushing up, the steward turned around and almost pretended to be full of him.

"Fizzy, what's the rush?"

"It's Mr. Yueyun," the servant grinned, and approached with winking eyes, "I've changed my mind, I beg you to invite my little lord."

Steward Wang's eyes lit up, he didn't care about the rules, he grabbed the boy and hurriedly asked, "What did he say to Yueyun? I have explained everything he said before, and there is still a way for him to come back?"

"Hey, why else would someone hang the little prince to death like that, the young master said—" The boy laughed twice, lowered his voice to imitate the soft tone, "'Please move the little prince to the backyard, Yue Yun I have changed a few new scores, but the body is too weak to move, if you don’t mind, please come and appreciate one or two.”

"Wonderful..." Guanshi Wang sighed, "I was thinking that the little prince was afraid of getting sick, but when he said this, all possible worries were dispelled."

"That's not it," the little boy beat him up a thousand times, "I'll leave it to you, the little one is just waiting for you to call me son?"

"Go, go," Guanshi Wang nodded, "I'll go and tell my master... tell him to hold back his temper, the little prince is in a bad mood today, so don't make it self-defeating."

"Just look at you," the boy said with a smile, "what do you do, you don't even have such eyesight..."

The Kyoto Grand Theater is famous all over the world, and there are many famous actors in it. There are countless dignitaries and dignitaries who come and go every day. Jiang Yueyun, who was fascinated by the little prince in the palace.

Li Lianyu is a serious actor, her body and singing are all first-class, she is not affiliated with the Kyoto Grand Theater, she only occasionally performs on stage, and she has already become famous all over the world, she travels thousands of miles to Beijing every day just to see her Rong's fans are like crucian carp crossing the river.

But Boss Li is arrogant and arrogant, and he has never set up a stage in the house, and if he is not in the mood, no official can invite him out.

It's not that there are no self-confident people who want to use force, but there are some gods standing behind Boss Li. The methods used by these people always fail for no reason, and they themselves will suffer some disasters that make them feel miserable.

As time goes by, the people of the world will give up on Boss Li even more.

Yueyun was different, the little prince had blatantly uttered his words earlier, if anyone had trouble with Jiang Yueyun, he would be embarrassing him in Prince Rui's mansion—this kind of attitude that was regarded as a taboo was put on the bright side, but no one insisted on it. Go against him, He Mingyu.

Jiang Yueyun is used to singing in Tsing Yi, and she looks soft and weak, as quiet as a beautiful flower shining in the water, walking like a weak willow supporting the wind, with delicate and clear eyebrows, it is the favorite style of some masculine nobles.

Actors and actors, if they don't sing so extraordinary and vulgar, their net worth is all won by rich and powerful donors.

Not only is He Mingyu rich, but he is also a well-known connoisseur. A person who favors him is naturally different from those poor people who are struggling in the world.

Yue Yun is obviously very clear about who lifted his current position. He is a smart person and knows how to get the most benefit for himself better than anyone else.

——After all, they can't envy someone who can live as wantonly as Boss Li.

He Mingyu didn't think too much about it. Hearing Guanshi Wang's words, he only felt Xia Yueyun's rare understanding, so he let the other party support him and walked to the backyard.

He is a person who likes opera purely, and the gossip and gossip outside are free to say, but he has always maintained an almost naive respect relationship with these opera singers—it’s not that he hasn’t been to Yueyun’s courtyard, but he did. It's all just talking about art, never breaking the rules.

The cabin is elegantly decorated, the plain curtains flutter with the breeze, and the elegant incense rises from the incense burner, entangled in the warm yellow lights, making people feel comfortable from the heart to the outside.

"Hai Yuxiang..." Shen You smiled lightly when she entered the door, "This kid, it's not a festival, why order such expensive things."

"Look at what you said," Guanshi Wang said with a flattering smile, "Your presence is more precious to us Yueyun than the season."

He Mingyu smiled, but didn't answer.

This Haiyuxiang was a gift he personally selected for Riyueyun’s birthday the day before—this kind of fragrance is fresh, elegant, soft and lingering, and it is the best exotic fragrance from overseas. All the brains that came back were sent.

Now I still enjoy myself... This deal is not a loss.

"Little Prince." As soon as he came back to his senses, the handsome and light boy like the moonlight bowed deeply in front of him, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay," Shen You waved his hand, Yue Yun had already consciously come over to take him from Steward Wang, and gently closed the door, "What's wrong with you, but the old problem happened again?"

These things are well known to each other, and there is no interest in talking about them.

Yue Yun lowered her head and smiled: "Why don't you worry about it, it's just that you are extremely lazy, and you are just being lazy because of the importance of the Lord."

He Mingyu laughed, patted him on the shoulder dotingly, and said with drunken eyes: "How can I always feel so comfortable when I listen to you..."

Yue Yun didn't answer these words wisely, but slowly helped him onto the bed, and gently rubbed his forehead with both hands.

He Mingyu snorted twice comfortably, neither of them mentioned the new script that was used as an excuse when they called him, they just got along tacitly in such a peaceful silence.

After a while, the candles on the table suddenly burst, making a crisp "crack".

He Mingyu seemed to be woken up by something, he turned to Yueyun, but he didn't seem to be looking at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms.

Yue Yun froze for a moment, and then obediently relaxed her body and leaned on his shoulder: "Little prince...?"

"Call me Mingyu..." He Mingyu stared at him deeply, reached out to caress his face, "Call me Mingyu."

"..." Yue Yun exhaled tremblingly, lowered her head to avoid his gaze, then quickly raised her head to look up, "...Mingyu."

He Mingyu laughed softly, Yueyun leaned against his arms, and could feel the slight trembling of his not generous chest.

He was murmuring: "It's nice..."

"Master...Mingyu...?"

"very nice."

He enunciated the words clearly, and then finally tilted his head and sinned. The whole person leaned on the soft bed, and there was a trace of incredible fragility in his delicate eyebrows and eyes. The whole person was as beautiful as a painting.

The incense in the incense burner was still flowing quietly, and the elegant light fragrance in the room was mixed with a little alcohol, but it made the atmosphere inexplicably charming.

Yue Yun stood up slowly, looked at the handsome and defenseless little prince under the light, and felt her heart beating loudly.

Mingyu...