Tsing Yi Dance: Apricot Blossom Sky Shadow

In the evening, the reopened Apricot Garden was full of people. Tsing Yi, who was sitting in the background staring in a daze in the mirror, seemed to be cut off from the world. Nothing to do with him.

"Tsing Yi, are you still wearing this costume tonight?"

Gui Yi came over with a light yellow imperial concubine costume, was taken aback when he saw Tsing Yi who was still undressed, then raised his head to look at the troupe master, and was asked what he was about to say when Tsing Yi asked him back.

"Tsing Yi Tsing Yi, Gui Yi, what do you think Tsing Yi is?"

"this......."

Gui Yi was stared at by Tsing Yi, but he didn't know what to say. The Tsing Yi in front of him gave him a strange feeling, very familiar, yet very strange.

Before Gui Yi had time to formulate an answer, the voice of the troupe master behind him resounded like thunder in the background.

"My little ancestor, what's the matter with you? Why haven't you put on your makeup yet, and the audience at the front desk have already..."

Tsing Yi glanced at the troupe master lightly, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I will be on time!"

With just a few figures, the top troupe master can't stop talking.At this time, a little guy who played tricks happened to go to get the feathers for An Jing, and hurriedly bumped into the troupe master, and the unlucky little guy immediately became the troupe master's punching bag.

"Little bastard, are the eyes used to vent your anger? Didn't you see me standing alone at my age?"

The troupe master raised his hand and slapped the little guy hard on the head. The little guy was slapped to the ground, knocked down some things, and broke a pair of feathers in his hand.

The theater troupe owner saw it, and was even more angry and wanted to beat and scold him. His raised hand was held by a man with a unparalleled face. The theater troupe leader was about to lose his temper when he turned around and saw Yasui, so he managed to suppress his anger.

"Master, it's not like you don't know how quickly Tsing Yi puts on makeup. I guess he's just out of spirits because of the wind and cold! Don't worry, I'll put on makeup for him soon."

Bawang Wushuang's iconic mourning face coupled with Yasui's hippie smile is indescribably awkward.The troupe leader probably didn't want to offend the two pillars at the same time, so he muttered a few words, deducted the unlucky little guy Yueyin to compensate Lingyu, and walked away.

"Why? Is it true that I want to paint the eyebrows and lips for my concubine alone? I don't mind."

Yasui stretched out his hand to pick up the little guy on the ground, turned around and saw that Tsing Yi still hadn't moved, couldn't help teasing.

Tsing Yi gave him a sideways glance, reached out to pick up the paintbrush and ignored Yasui.Seeing that Tsing Yi was finally willing to start putting on makeup, Yasui grinned, turned his head and gave Gui Yi a wink, and went back to his dressing table.

"Gui Yi, put your clothes down and go to other things first! I will wear them myself."

Tsing Yi has already seen through the mirror Yasui's small actions towards Guiyi. If it was the real Tsing Yi here, he would be as calm as the outside, but this time he can't. Under his calm appearance, there is a soul that wants to escape from here .

The hand holding the pen is slowly drawing the eyebrows, and the palm is already wet with sweat. At this moment, he just wants to be alone to overcome the tension quietly, and the presence of others will only distract him from coping.

The face in the mirror is a little more gorgeous under the painting of the brush, the eyes are shining, and the skin is as white as snow. This face that belongs to him now looks so strange.

Unexamined, Tsing Yi walked to the front of the stage with lotus steps and handed Lanhua fingers to the sound of silk, bamboo, gongs and drums. His appearance sparked a wave of applause and applause from the audience.

Tsing Yi's original handsome appearance was a little more charming under the background of gouache and rouge, and the gaze from the corners of his eyes lifted slightly to the audience pushed the applause to the boiling point. Tsing Yi's appearance and figure were already full of applause.

Tsing Yi on the stage recounted the scenes he had rehearsed many times in his mind like a split personality. Every frown, smile, anger and anger were all shadows of the previous Tsing Yi. He knew that the current him was not him at all.

"It's so beautiful! Take a look, Master, he's really more beautiful than a woman! If only Xiang'er could be this beautiful when she grows up!"

The little girl with her bun combed her little finger and pointed to the Tsing Yi on the stage, talking enviously to the man behind her.

The man was dressed in white, sitting there quietly with a wine glass in his hand, with a faint smile on his face. Hearing the little girl's call, he looked sideways at the stage, the smile on his lips deepened, and the white porcelain wine glass kissed the thin Lips, drink it all in one gulp.

"Alright Xiang'er, we should go back!"

The man in white put down his wine glass, raised his hand to pick up the cloak next to him and put it on. The hat on the cloak flipped over to cover up his long silver hair. It turned out to be Mo Han.

"Huh?~~~It's just started!" Although the little girl said so, she jumped off the stool and followed.

Mo Han ignored her and walked out of the box door.If Xiang'er hadn't known that the person they accidentally rescued that day was a popular actress in the capital, and pestered him to come over to have a look, he wouldn't have come to this place where fish and eyes are mixed up. It seems that he will have to take a good bath when he goes back.

At the same time, Tsing Yi on the stage accidentally glanced at the row of windows of the box on the second floor, the familiar white flashed by, and when he tried to see clearly again, there was no one there.

is it him?

Tsing Yi was taken aback for a moment, the white-clothed and silver-haired figure appeared in his mind, did he really come to see him?Or did he come to claim the cloak?And why did you leave in such a hurry?

"Concubine, how can Gu be willing to kill yourself, concubine, you are the beloved of Gu Wang! Concubine!"

Tsing Yi suffered from pain in his wrist, and only now did he realize that Yasui was looking at him worriedly, and everyone in the audience followed his gaze suspiciously to the room on the second floor where people went to cool down with tea.

Gathering his energy, Tsing Yi was a little uneasy about An Jing's script just now. It wasn't that there was something wrong with that script, but that there was such an overly eager concern in An Jing's eyes. As a former woman, he wouldn't be so stupid as not to understand that What.

Draw your sword, scramble, take advantage of the unpreparedness, and kill yourself.

Concubine Yu's final fate is to touch the jade neck with a sharp blade, turn around and fall to the ground.Tsing Yi performed these movements in one go, and while he lay down on the stage, there was another burst of applause from the audience.

A mocking laugh sounded from Tsing Yi's lips. This is the difference between inside and outside the play. Others gave up their lives for their lover, but the onlookers applauded.Just like he came from that noisy city to this ancient time that is far from recorded in history, he is bitter, but the northern latitude is joy.

"Asleep? Get up quickly!"

Tsing Yi opened his eyes, and found that the stage had been screened by curtains, Yasui with a big beard was reaching out to him to help him up.Overlord's mournful face lost the sadness in the scene just now, replaced by Yasui's cunning.

Glancing at Yasui's extended hand, Tsing Yi raised his hand to block it, sat up by himself, turned over, stood up and walked backstage.Yasui raised his eyebrows, tilted his head with a self-deprecating smile, picked up the wooden sword on the ground, and walked backstage.