Brother Donggong

To be honest, I am almost satisfied that he can make it this far.

In Da Zheng's world, what else does he not know?

Even if there is, it's just that he doesn't want to know, or pretends not to know.

Cui Bicheng didn't know Wen Zhan well. He thought that the crown prince would treat my wife as cruelly as the concubine concubine. In fact, he was really polite to concubine concubine Chu.

When my mother told me about the marriage, what Wen Zhan said to me was that if I wanted to get married, he would use the cruelest and most shameless means to kill her, although he later said it was because he was very angry Don't say anything, but I believe his threat is real.

He is a man wearing a mask.

He will subconsciously hide his true emotions.

What he said was far less than one-tenth of what he thought in his heart, and his scheming was as deep as the sea, unpredictable.

Today he gave way to this step and acquiesced that I could do some things I like behind his back, so I felt flattered!

Me, "Then should I thank you?"

He just moved the corner of his mouth and stopped looking at me.

Liu Congrong poured wine for him, poured a glass, and he drank a glass.

He suddenly said, "Thank you, I don't need it, as long as you don't drive me to death."

I laughed, "Look at you saying that like I'm a bad guy."

His fingers kept rubbing my wrist, which made me feel itchy and crispy. I wanted to pull it over, but he held it very tightly.We intertwine our fingers through our large and gorgeous robe sleeves. This is a secret that only belongs to the two of us. It's like having an affair in full view, and only the two of us know it.

At this time, the show has come to an end, the little boy who played Zhu Bajie kept bowing and bowing, the money donated from the audience flowed up, and there were also some jewelry donated by the female relatives, emeralds, corals, agates, emeralds, messes, what? There are all kinds of colors.

The scenery was changed, and it is said that the actors who acted in the fight were allowed to rest, so a few excerpts were added.

Liu Cong let him read the playlist, which is said to be "A Dream in the Garden", "Si Fan" and "The Kneeling Pond".

There was a lot of hustle and bustle on the stage, there were footsteps here, and Yu Lan came back.He was holding a glass bottle containing dark red grape wine, and in the other hand was a brocade box containing three luminous cups.

"Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink the pipa, immediately remind me, Lord Mo Xiao is drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"

"Your Highness, Chengyi, try this. This is the wine that Guasha Sulan paid tribute to. This wine comes from Gaochang, a country left behind. It is very rare for the Silk Road to be sent to Yongjing."

I don't like to hear the word 'Gao Chang', as if I don't want to recall the nightmare I had last night.

The crown prince also doesn't like 'Gaochang', which is also a thorn in his heart.

Yu Lan seemed to know, but also didn't seem to know.In fact, he didn't look at us, and didn't want us to say anything.He walked over to the wooden table, put the glass bottle on the table, took out the three luminous glasses in a gentle manner, arranged them one by one, and then slowly poured the wine into them.

Yu Lan said, "Chengyi, I don't know if you like to listen to excerpts or not. Boss Cui likes to listen to it very much, and he can also sing the whole version of "The Peony Pavilion". Chengyi, guess which one he is playing? "

Me, "Liu Mengmei?"

"Wrong." Yu Lan smiled happily, "It's Du Liniang."

I burst out laughing.

Thinking of his little face like an ink painting, coyly acting out eclectic and bizarre stories, and half-naked, he looks like a clear pig head, wearing pearls, and uttering words, it is really better than "The Peony Pavilion". " itself is even more bizarre.

Yu Lan said, "Today, the person invited here is a young girl who has become very popular in the capital recently. She is only fifteen. Her name is also very strange. She is called Mrs. Luo. It doesn't mean that she is married. I heard that her surname is Luo. , a famous lady. And her background is also very strange, she learns zhezi opera, but she is not from Jianghuai. She is from Ningzhou on the Silk Road, with fair skin, as if she has Baiyi blood, and her eyes are amber, which is truly stunning She is not like ordinary Semu people, everyone's eyes are like glass beads, it looks a bit strange."

Hearing this, the prince let go of my hand, and he slowly sat up, staring at the stage intently.

The scenery there has been placed, a small delicate garden, a wooden table, and two carved chairs.

Someone wrapped a girl in a costume in a black cloak and came onto the stage. The girl sat sideways on the carved chair. The man tore off the black cloak. Immediately, the stage fell silent. It's like entering a no-man's land.

Everyone looked at the stage as if possessed by a demon. The girl's beauty, her gorgeous dress, and radiant head stung everyone's eyes.

I put the luminous cup in my hand on the wooden table, stood up unconsciously, and took two steps towards the railing.

At this time, the girl lowered her cheeks, turned her face shyly, and began to sing softly—it turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere, and they are all attached to the ruins, what a beautiful day...

She sang, and I took a step back.

I didn't know until the prince's fingers pinched my wrist that there was no way I could retreat.

Yu Lan lowered her head, stroking the wine glass with her fingers, as if she was reminiscing about the girl's singing voice, and also reminiscing about the fine wine from Gaochang, the left country.

Or, he was reminiscing about the poem he had chanted——Grape Wine Luminous Cup... How many people fought in ancient times?

Yu Lan said, "Chengyi, do you like this woman, give her to you, would you like to?"

I felt as if I had been stabbed into my body by a sharp knife, and I couldn't feel anything except the sharp pain.

The girl was very much like her.

seem……

Princess Ayila of Gaochang, who had been dead for five years, came back to life in front of me.

I once loved someone, but she was so fragile and restless.

In the Dazheng Palace, I can't comfort her, I can't help her, I can't even save her, I can't save our child.

She is dead.

I will always hide her in the deepest place in my heart.

There is no love, no longing, no anxiety, and no obsession.

It is said that the dead, because of the obsession of the living towards her, cannot be saved, wandering on the Santu River forever and suffering forever.

I just want her to go to another journey calmly.

She has always been in the deepest part of my heart, no one can bother her anymore, and I will not...

However, today I saw her standing in front of me alive.

She is only 15 years old.

Just like when I first saw her.

Ayla is my own sorrow, a scar in my heart, not a flower.Now they take these things out, use them as bargaining chips, as jokes, as anything they can use and squeeze at will, to force me to submit.

I muttered to myself, "This is the real eradication..."

The drama on the stage is still going on, and the people in the audience are mesmerized.

I remembered that Yu Lan was still waiting for my answer.

I said, "Thank you, King Jia, for your kindness. I don't like to listen to excerpts, and I don't have any spare money to raise an actor at home. I appreciate your kindness. If you must give me something, then, convert what you want into The real money was carried to my house, and I am interested in that stuff."

The prince has been silent for a long time, and only now he let out a long breath, as if the breath he swallowed in his previous life is finally vomited out now.

I decided to have a good laugh at him when I got back.

However, his hands were colder than mine.