The Sword of Fast Time Traveling Xiumei GL

The two girls left in the middle, and when only the apprentices of the theater troupe were left in the room, the troupe master whispered to each other: "If you see a woman in simple clothes later, don't look down upon it, don't take it lightly. Most likely she is the young lady of the Ming family."

The head teacher was walking, and pointed to Nan Huaimu's side. He just said a word, and saw the makeup on Nan Huaimu's face, and was shocked for a moment: "What's the matter with your face?"

Nan Huaimu took a photo with his side face, and then straightened his head to look at the front face. He felt that this white-faced little Huadan was extremely beautiful.

There are three colors of black, white and red on her face, which are evenly distributed, her red lips are flaming and her face is fair, but she is a little unskilled in technique, the white paint is more fierce, it looks like a picture with only red eye circles and bloody mouth Ghosts and ghosts.

The head teacher felt his heart tremble, and wanted to quickly repaint this face, and fireworks were set off outside without warning.

The butler came over and asked everyone to come on stage, saying that the young lady thought the mansion was deserted and wanted to listen to the play.

The class leader responded, and rushed everyone out of the room, but just inadvertently caught a glimpse of Nan Huaimu's white face from the corner of his eye, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Mingjia Building has a singing stage, which is in the living room where the entertainers are entertained.

A few round tables and sofas are placed on top of the beige tiles, the floor-to-ceiling glass windows are inlaid with red glittering gemstones, and the curtains hang from the second floor to the first floor, one layer is white gauze, the other layer is thick flannelette, requiring two or three people to pull it together In order to get it together tightly.

There were a lot of people sitting by the sofa, the two girls in foreign skirts I had seen before were there, the girl in blue skirt was sitting on the single sofa, and the girl in yellow skirt was sitting on the armrest of that sofa, with almost no smile on her face. Changed, and laughed out loud from time to time, the other girl was a little more reserved, if she laughed, she would cover her mouth with a handkerchief.

Several blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners sat on the couch, drinking soda Coke, stuffing salted peanuts on the table into their mouths, and chatting freely about the hot news published in the newspapers recently.

When the girl in the yellow skirt saw the troupe coming, she clapped her hands and asked her friends to listen quietly to their drama from the Heavenly Dynasty.

Then the whole living room became a little quiet.

The teacher in charge of playing the music set up tools behind the curtain, while Nan Huaimu stood aside.

Bright sunlight streamed in through the windows and fell on the corner of the stage.She suddenly felt a little hot in her heart, as if poured into a cup of sweet hot water, it was itchy, and it didn't take long before her whole body became restless.

The reaction was all too familiar.

She touched her chest with a smile, took two steps towards the outside of the curtain, and looked towards the center of the sofa.

Inside the sofa, a young woman with folded legs was leaning softly. The light from the window shone obliquely on her body, leaving two shadows of different shades on her face.She was wearing a bright yellow cheongsam, which was ankle-length and slit on the side, revealing all the way to her thighs.Her long hair was parted in the middle and gathered at the back of her head neatly.

The young girl had her eyes closed, her eyelashes gleaming golden under the sunlight, she probably noticed Nan Huaimu's gaze, so she lazily opened her eyes and glanced at Nan Huaimu casually.

Nan Huaimu and the young woman met their gazes, and their hearts were beating like drums for an instant, and they couldn't stop no matter what.She confirmed the identity of this person in an instant, and then smiled with white teeth.

The smile that bloomed in the flaming red lips was really a bit scary, but fortunately Ming Qian was strong enough to bear it, and Nan Huaimu didn't know it, so this incident did not cause any sensation.

Accompanied by Erhu Yueqin and Chunxiang's words, "Add emerald eyebrows, shake pearls, and a picture of a gentleman and a woman will be generated on the embroidered screen", Nan Huaimu was pulled onto the stage.

Her exaggerated knee-length red and white outfit immediately attracted the attention of foreigners, who asked who was on the stage, what was the name of the play, and what was being said.

The girl in the yellow skirt immediately told what she knew. When talking about Du Liniang's life, Nan Huaimu raised her voice on stage and tuned up.Her first voice was a falsetto, she sang "Girl", the troupe master nodded, shaking her head thinking, it's still so-so, but at least it won't kill her.

Unexpectedly, what Nan Huaimu could sing was full of false voices, which were too sharp and dry, and in the middle, even all the tunes went to the other side of the ocean. He uttered an old-fashioned, old-fashioned mellow voice, which sounds good, but it's a pity that it's a bit of a joke.

The host listened below, and the more he listened, the more he tensed his body. He felt that Nan Huaimu's play was really a terrible one. His mind was full of scolding Wang Laodan and Nan Huaimu for a while, and he could only imagine tomorrow People at home can't understand opera.

But in fact, the three young ladies of the Ming family accompanied the old lady to listen to operas since they were young, and all of them have pointed ears.

Ming Gong, who was wearing a yellow dress, heard the first sentence, and criticized: "This is not a good character, his singing is average." When he heard the second sentence, he continued, "It's not average, it's bad." After listening After three sentences, she leaned over to find Ming Qian, and asked secretly, "Big sister, is this really Chunxi Class? Don't tell me you've been tricked, the people who came here today are all people who live in leased places."

Ming Qian closed her eyes and lazily responded.

She has no interest in opera, and today she listened to the opera just because she was too busy at work, so she came out to have a good time.Fortunately, this trip out, there are still some receipts.

Ming Qian straightened the folds in the middle of her cheongsam, changed the position of her crossed legs, put her hands on her knees casually, and listened to Ming Gong chatting with several people from the embassy.

The man from the British leased land said to Ming Gong, "Your operas are not as good as our operas."

Ming Gong was a little unconvinced: "It's the singer who didn't sing well."

"You said earlier that this is the most powerful team in Peking."

Ming Gong thought for a while and said, "That's my memory. The most powerful team should be under Mr. Mei."

"Then why don't you invite Mr. Mei to sing?"

"He's still in Shanghai."

The ambassador of the British Concession laughed and said, "I won't argue with you, but your drama is indeed not as good as ours."

Ming Gong said with a smile: "Okay, okay, you just say yes, I also love Cambridge in your country very much."

At this time, the play went on a few more sentences, and the remaining envoys also came together, all of them were too ugly to listen to.

After Ming Gong heard several people say this, he felt that he had lost face internally and externally, so he went back to the single sofa with breathlessness, looked up at Du Liniang, and stared at it for a while.

She thought about how this man gave her a cold face in the small room on the second floor just now, and felt even more angry, and suddenly couldn't bear it, she stood up and exploded: "Stop singing!"

Minggong's voice is more like an opera singer than Nan Huaimu's.

The beating of gongs, drums, chanting, doing and beating on the stage all stopped, and they all looked at Ming Palace.

Ming Gong walked over and stood under the stage, and said: "Did you do this on purpose? What is the singing like? The Ming family invited you to sing, not to listen to your ghosts and wolves." She scolded all the people in Chunxi's class, and then used bad words in English and Russian to make sense.

The girl who sang the servant girl Chunxiang was a thin and small girl. She stuffed a few pieces of torn linen into her clothes to support her body. After hearing Ming Gong's scolding, she was so frightened that she shivered all over. The tattered linen was shaken to the ground.

Seeing the dusty mess, Ming Gong was startled, stepped back suddenly and shouted, "Ah——what is that? Why are there still dead rats? Why would someone stuff rats in their stomachs?! "

The little girl who sang Chunxiang hurriedly said, "It's not a mouse, it's, it's me—"

"I don't care what you are!" Ming Gong lost her temper and walked towards the small stairs on the right, as if she was about to stand on the stage. What it looks like, reversed, a bunch of poor Confucian bastards, I will definitely show you the demeanor of new women."

She walked up to the stage and said to several people: "Stop singing, your singing is not as good as my poem reciting, everyone go down."

Chunxiang was a little dazed, thinking that she had shaken out her tattered clothes, and was afraid of being beaten by her master when she went back, so she plopped down on the ground in fear, and begged the little lady to let her finish singing the play.

Ming Gong didn't want to quarrel with her, and he came to the stage just to show off the "A Midsummer Night" he had prepared a few days ago. The English in it was extremely convoluted. It took her a long time to read it fluently, and it took even more time to memorize it. After a lot of effort, she ignored Chunxiang, waved her hand, and let the people behind the stage retreat quickly.

Chunxiang was really frightened, and grabbed Minggong's hand, crying and begging for mercy regardless of humbleness.

Between the two grabbing and swiping, Ming Gong suddenly threw a heavy hand, Chunxiang lost her balance and was about to fall off the stage.

Everyone on the sofa saw it, but they were still laughing and discussing tens of thousands of ocean deals. Only Ming Qian maintained this plain face, opened his eyes, looked at the table, and moved his fingers, but there was nothing wrong. get up.

In the nick of time, Nan Huaimu moved to the edge of the table in a big stride, and stretched out his hand to fish Chunxiang onto the table.

At last, the public relations of the Ming family were not stained with blood.

Standing on the stage, Ming Gong saw a living girl about to fall with his own eyes just now, he was also terrified, his face turned pale, he secretly patted his chest, thankfully nothing that should have happened happened.

She didn't dare to recite any foreign operas anymore, grabbed her skirt and ran down in a hurry, and sat back on the sofa again.

A few foreigners talked to her, and she talked for a long time, with a bleak smile that hadn't settled yet, and coped with it.

Chunxiang thanked Nan Huaimu on the stage, thinking of the reassuring arms and chest when she was caught and rescued just now, her face turned red, she lowered her head, saw the rags on the ground, and quickly picked them up.

The class leader walked over and asked Ming Qian: "Miss, do you want to continue singing now?"

Ming Qian withdrew his gaze from looking at the stage, and said lightly: "It's too ugly."

The class leader felt that Wan Lei's top was nothing more than that, his knees were weak, and he forced a smile and said: "Then we... will go back."

Ming Qian didn't agree, and didn't keep anyone. He just lowered his eyes, revealing a scarlet mole on his right eyelid, and said casually, "You look okay."

The class leader's weak knees became tough again. He has fished in troubled waters for decades, how could he fail to understand what Miss Ming said, so he hurriedly bent over and stepped back, grabbed Nan Huaimu who was about to wipe his face from the backstage, and picked up Following her trot all the way to Ming Qian.

When Nan Huaimu saw Ming Qian, he smiled happily, so he almost jumped on him.

As a result, Ming Qian looked up and said lightly, "Why did you catch the ugliest one?"

The author has something to say: The third lady of the Ming family, the eldest is Ming Qian, the one in the cheongsam just came back from the Northwest, she is a little tanned, because in previous lives, Lao Jianxiu often kissed her eyes, this time a red mole appeared on her head .The second lady is Minggong, wearing a yellow skirt, lively, and the third lady is Mingrou, in a blue skirt, shy and basically silent

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