Tsing Yi Dance: Apricot Blossom Sky Shadow

"Are you leaving the Xingyuan Troupe?"

Yasui, who had been standing silently by the side, suddenly asked a question, the usual ruffian on his face was gone, replaced by an unbelievable loss.

No matter how good-tempered Tsing Yi was, he couldn't stand being pestered and questioned again and again.

Tsing Yi, who had almost exhausted his patience with the troupe master, rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress his almost furious emotions, and did not answer Yasui.

Unwilling, Yasui mechanically took a step forward, put his palm on Tsing Yi's thin shoulders, stared at Tsing Yi's familiar but unfamiliar handsome face, and dully repeated the question just now.

"Qingyi, are you really leaving the Xinghuayuan Troupe? Why? We almost grew up in the Xinghuayuan Troupe. Where else would you go if you left here? Qingyi, if it's because of me..."

A series of questions completely breached the last line of defense that Tsing Yi had built with great difficulty, and with a crisp sound, Tsing Yi's hand hit the back of An Jing's hand, knocking An Jing's hand off his shoulder.

He roared angrily: "You're so passionate! Where do I go? It doesn't matter to you. Besides, there is no place in the world except Xing Huayuan to accommodate me in Tsing Yi? Yasui, I warn you, don't meddle in my business!"

Tsing Yi's angry roar shook the entire backstage, but fortunately, the silk and bamboo orchestras, drums and gongs were constantly beating outside, so the Sixth Prince and the others could not hear it.

The disciples of the Xinghuayuan troupe and the entire backstage, who were excited about the silver reward just now, instantly became silent and frighteningly quiet.

"Why has nothing to do with me! Tsing Yi, don't you understand my feelings for you after all these years?"

Yasui grabbed Tsing Yi's arms hysterically, he didn't care where he was or what day it was today.

Tsing Yi's emerald pearl and phoenix crown on his head, and the exquisite double-ring lock jade pendant on his body, all trembled with the rhythm of An Jing's shaking of his body, and he frowned at the pain of An Jing's tightly grasped arms.

"How do I understand? So what if I don't understand! Let me go!"

Tsing Yi almost gnashed his teeth to finish this sentence, if he hadn't been rational, he might have already kicked Yasui's lower body.

But at this moment, Yasui's rationality has long been blinded by his own obsession, and his earnest expression has become hollow, as if he couldn't understand what Tsing Yi was saying, not only did he not let go of Tsing Yi, but he held on tighter.

"No, if you don't understand, I can tell you now. In short, I will never let you go. I will never let you leave Xinghuayuan and me!"

Saying that, Yasui grabbed Tsing Yi's arm and pulled it into his arms, as if he could feel at ease only by being in his arms.

In the whole backstage, not only Tsing Yi couldn't react to break away from Yasui for a while, but all Xing Huayuan's disciples were already dumbfounded in place.Although there is only one door between the quiet backstage and the front desk where the drinking order is ordered, it is already a world of ice and fire.

"You hurt me! Yasui! Let go of me! If you don't let the fuck go, I won't be polite!"

Yasui's roughness made Tsing Yi unbearable. Although the pain in his arm had become numb as the other party changed from grasping to hugging, Tsing Yi, whose entire head was pressed tightly to his chest by Yasui, was already extremely uncomfortable.

His ultimatum obviously didn't work in front of the irrational Yasui, but Yasui grabbed the back of his neck and forced him to look at Yasui's chest.

"Pain? Tsing Yi, you know, it hurts even more here! This heart belongs to you, but you don't want it! I am your overlord, and I like you!"

Yasui poked his heart roughly, with a look of despair and madness.Unexpectedly, it would turn into such a Tsing Yi, and his face turned pale from the muffled sound of poking his chest.

Ever since he came here, the Yasui he knew had never had such an expression, no matter how badly he spoke to each other before, Yasui was at most just saddened, and never treated himself so close to destruction.

Out of instinct to protect himself, Tsing Yi took advantage of An Jing's unpreparedness and twisted his body violently, punching An Jing in the stomach.

The latter swayed, holding his stomach and arching his waist in pain.Tsing Yi took the opportunity to push Yasui to stay away from him, but Yasui reluctantly grabbed Tsing Yi's collar.

"I will never let you leave me!"

While Anjing was roaring, the two sides exerted force, and Anjing tore a big hole in Tsing Yi's imperial concubine's costume and the inner jacket together.

All the disciples in the backstage were still shocked when Yasui actually liked a man, and the man he liked was still Tsing Yi, the scene in front of them made them dumbfounded and forgot to breathe.

I saw Tsing Yi's snow-white nape exposed to the air, like a flower stem.The looming landscape picture on the back makes everyone want to find out.

Snapped!

A loud slap was slapped on An Jing's face, and the expression on the Tsing Yi face staring at An Jing could no longer be discerned.

angry?Ashamed?Panic?Or helpless.

Tsing Yi, who was leaning on the hanger next to the dressing table, tightly grasped the clothes on his chest and pressed them to his body. He was afraid that his clothes would fall off the ground as soon as he let go, and he would be stared at like a fool.

"My little ancestor! What are you doing!!! There is still a prince sitting in front of you!"

The reappearance of the troupe master can be said to have relieved everyone's embarrassment. The disciples who watched the excitement all lowered their heads and dared not take another look at Tsing Yi.

Yasui seemed to be much more awake from Tsing Yi's slap in the face, and Lao Gao with five swollen finger marks was impressively visible on half of his face.

"Tsing Yi,...I..."

"roll!"

Tsing Yi's embarrassment made Yasui realize what he had done just now, and the unspoken excuse was blocked by the word "scroll".

Although the theater troupe leader standing aside was also afraid that the matter between Anjing and Qingyi would become a big deal, seeing Qingyi's clothes torn by Anjing and messy hair and make-up inevitably still secretly gloated in his heart.

"Ahem~ We can wait until we get back to Xingyuan Garden to talk about the two of you. Today is the Sixth Prince's birthday. If you still want to save your brains for dinner, pack up for me and prepare for the next show."

After all, the troupe master winked at a young disciple not far away, and the little guy hurried over knowingly to help Tsing Yi change into other costumes and tidy up her makeup.

"Team master! Class master! The lord ordered another show, this time Farewell My Concubine!"

The bridesmaid with the playbook trotted anxiously all the way, his fat body made him out of breath after just a few steps.

He who has been in the foreground didn't know what just happened in the backstage, but he was extremely anxious because the sixth prince ordered this haunting scene.

After being glared at by Tsing Yi and Yasui, he could only run to the troupe owner.

The glaring Tsing Yi didn't remember Farewell My Concubine in the originally agreed repertoire, and turned his gaze to the troupe master, Tsing Yi instantly understood what was going on.

The unconcealable success in the troupe's eyes made Tsing Yi want to jump over and scratch the bloody face of the other party.He also really looked at his nails, flexed his fingers into a fist, and finally gave up.