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   Chapter 87 Aggressive (two more)

The Hua Dan on the stage lifted his eyelids, opened the folding fan painted with lotus flowers, and sang "Xiao Lang said, seeing this lotus is like seeing me", his eyes dimly glanced in the direction of the gate, on the other side, Murong Yongzheng and Wei Guogong chatted warmly: "I wonder if you have reserved a seat?"

   It is never a secret that Duke Wei likes to watch dramas, he is here for this new Yao family class.

   Duke Wei smiled boldly and said, "I came here today on a temporary basis, but I have never reserved a seat."

   He is a frequent visitor to Tianyin Pavilion. Even if he doesn't book a private seat, Xiao Er will help him find a way to coordinate.

   But today, it is obvious that there is no room for the second child to play. Murong Yong hurriedly said: "Master Wei, this junior has reserved a private seat. There is a saying that it is better to meet by chance. Why don't you go to the junior's private seat for a small seat?"

   Duke Wei has always been informal, and readily responded.

   Murong Yong was overjoyed, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

   Since he came back from Qingzhou last time, although he was promoted to the fifth-rank cavalry captain, it was only a false title.

   The position of the Duke of Wei in the Dajing Dynasty was detached, and the position of Duke Wei in the army was even more unshakable.

  Murong Yong wanted to make friends with him for a long time, but he was not willing to cling to him rashly. Today’s encounter in Tianyin Pavilion is fate and a rare opportunity.

  At least, Duke Wei will remember his name from today.

   Murong Yong stretched out his hand to make a petition, and led Duke Wei to the private seat on the second floor.

   The two talked very happily, but most of the time it was Murong Yong who was talking: "Master Wei, it's a pity that you came a step late, and the first episode has already been sung."

   "Yao Jiaban really lives up to its reputation. Look at this Huadan's singing voice and figure... it is also one of the best in the capital."

   "And the talented Tsing Yi can sing well..."

   Murong Yong talked eloquently. As for Duke Wei, he only said a few words like "unfortunate" and "not bad".

   While they were talking, they stepped into a private seat on the second floor facing the stage.

  Xiao Er knew that this "Master Wei" likes to burn knives, and gave them a jar of burning knives at the fastest speed.

   Murong Yong poured wine for Duke Wei himself, then raised the glass with both hands, and toasted to Duke Wei: "Master Guo, I will toast you at the end."

   At this time, there was no one else in this elegant seat, and Murong Yong no longer called him Master Wei.

   Duke Wei sniffed the aroma of the wine in the glass, smiled and praised: "Good wine!"

   When he laughed loudly, he had the pride and arrogance of the princes on one side. He raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp. The spicy wine went down to his stomach, only to feel that his belly was burning, and the cold air of winter was swept away.

   "I have enjoyed countless fine wines for most of my life." Duke Wei laughed loudly, "My favorite is the burning knife, and other drinks always feel lackluster..."

   Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly.

   On the rough black-faced face, a pair of brows were tightly twisted into knots, and the face showed a color of pain, even the roots of the blue veins on the forehead were highlighted, and a little cold sweat broke out quickly.

   Murong Yong also saw that Duke Wei's face was wrong, and called out cautiously, "Princess..."

   Before the last word was spoken, Duke Wei's face twitched violently, he leaned forward, and a large mouthful of blood vomited from his lips...

   "Sigh!"

   A pool of bright red blood was spat out in the seat, and the other half was sprayed out from the window, like a rain of blood.

  The rain of blood dripped down from the second floor and sprinkled onto the lobby downstairs.

   Those audience members were watching the play, and they didn't notice the movement above, only to feel some liquid dripping on their heads, and they couldn't help frowning.

   Several people subconsciously raised their hands and touched their heads, and then looked up again, only to find that their palms were stained with blood, and some blood dripped onto the melon and fruit snacks on the table.

"Blood!"

   A sharp female voice suddenly sounded from the audience, the voice was so sharp and so high-pitched.

   Several other spectators who were splashed with blood also noticed. Some looked up to the second floor, some screamed, some quickly got up, and some covered their mouths in shock.

  The lobby on the first floor suddenly turned into a pot of porridge, with exclamations and shouts of men, women and children one after another:

   "How come there is blood here?"

   "Look, the blood dripped from the second-floor lounge..."

   "Murdered! Little Er, hurry up and report to the official!"

  “…”

   In the chaos, a young man roared loudly from the second floor lounge: "Come on, call the doctor!"

The shopkeeper of   Tianyin Pavilion then reacted, and he hurriedly summoned a few juniors, instructing one of them to go to the doctor and another to report to the official, and called two juniors to go upstairs to check the situation.

  The shopkeeper himself stayed in the lobby, comforting the frightened guests for a while, and then prompting people to clean up the tables and chairs stained with blood.

  In the lobby, there was a lot of commotion.

  Some of the good people went upstairs to watch the fun, others were flustered, like the ants on the hot pot, and they didn't want to watch the show.

   Even so, the sound of silk and bamboo still did not stop, reverberating in the air, and all the actors on the stage did not change their expressions, either singing or dancing to the music.

   The protagonists of this scene are Hua Dan, who plays the princess, and Xiaosheng, who plays the prince of Houfu.

   The county master fell ill because of the stimulation of the singer. At this time, he was recovering from the serious illness. A few steps away, the prince of the Houfu apologized and apologized, and his words were sincere.

The    music became sad and cold as frost, making people seem to see a tree of white plums blooming in the cold wind.

  The beautiful Hua Dan tilted her head sadly, as if unable to look directly at her beloved fiancé, her deep eyes turned towards the second floor's private seat.

   There was a hint of dim light in those deep eyes.

   In the next instant, Hua Dan covered her face with her sleeves, as if she was holding back something.

   On the stage, the sad and depressed atmosphere pervaded with every move of Hua Dan, which formed a sharp contrast with the riot in the lobby.

   After a while, Xiao Er came hurriedly with an old doctor with gray hair and a medicine box.

  It was a cold day in the twelfth lunar month, but the old doctor was sweating profusely and went upstairs.

  Gu Yanfei looked at the lobby downstairs and the blood-stained window sill next door, casually playing with the small and chic white porcelain wine glass in his hand, and boasted with a crooked face, "I'm right!"

   "Yes." Chu Yi smiled softly, as warm as jade.

  Her ability, of course he has no doubts.

  Gu Yanfei said with certainty while drinking, "He must be suffering from an old illness."

  Just now, when she saw Duke Wei at first glance, she could tell that he had an outbreak of an old disease, and he would be aggressive and dangerous.

   That's why Gu Yanfei said he was going to be unlucky.

  Xiao Shi was standing outside the private seat, pricked up his ears, as if a cat was scratching his heart, and wanted to ask Duke Wei if he was worried about his life.

   Chu Yi is not of the same mind with him.

   "The Duke of Wei has always been strong and strong, and when he knows the year of destiny, his skill is not less than that..." Chu Yi said thoughtfully. He vaguely had some guesses about the old illness that Gu Yanfei said.

   The sound of silk and bamboo turned from sadness to intense, with far-reaching meaning. When Gu Yanfei looked at the stage again, he saw that Hua Dan had stepped down again.

   Although there are still seven or eight actors on the stage, for her, it has become a boring show again.

   Gu Yanfei thought of something, and hurriedly went over to the playbook next to him, only to find out that the next time that Huadan appeared again, would be the next playbook.

   boring!

   Gu Yanfei yawned lazily, only to hear a loud noise from below, as if someone rudely knocked on the door.

   A group of tall and mighty yacha arrived in a hurry and rushed into the lobby aggressively.

  The atmosphere in the lobby suddenly became solemn.

  The guests were all silent for fear of accidentally getting into trouble with the officials, and only the sound of silk and bamboo and chants like a hurricane still drifted in the air, as if complaining.

   "Master, the yacha is here." Xiao Shi, who was standing at the door of the elegant seat, stretched his neck to look around, and said with great interest, "I'll go take a look."

Before the    voice could be heard, Xiao Shi had already run away without a trace.

   Seeing Gu Yanfei turning over the playbook, Chu Yi also leaned over to look at it, the half-bundle and half-draped black hair poured out to his chest, and his clear chin outlined a slender and gentle arc.

  A strand of hair on his temple brushed Gu Yanfei's cheeks, which were as white as cream, inadvertently, gently and softly.

   So itchy! Gu Yanfei subconsciously raised a finger and brushed the strand of hair, the tentacle's hair was cold and smooth, like a fine silk.

  "..." On Chu Yi's slender neck, the Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly, and met the eyes that Gu Yanfei was looking at him.

   The eyes of the two met, and their faces were close at hand.

   "Young Master!" When Xiao Shi came back, he saw this intimate scene and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

  My son was molested? !

  Xiao Shi was stunned, feeling inexplicably that he seemed to be disturbing something, and that he was superfluous.

The thought of    flashed by, Xiao Shi kept talking about the situation next door without stopping.

   "The yamen in Jingzhao Mansion almost took Murong Yong down just now, but when Murong Yong mentioned his status as a fourth-rank guerrilla general, those yamen dared not take him, but the yacha didn't leave."

After    finished speaking, Xiao Shi walked away like a gust of wind. After a while, he ran back on the ground again: "The doctor just checked the pulse of Duke Wei, and gave him a needle to stop the bleeding."

   This time, he got a comment from Gu Yanfei: "It's useless."

   When Xiao Shi came back from the next door for the third time, his eyes were almost glowing, and he said admiringly, "Miss Gu, you're right, Duke Wei is still vomiting blood, and he spit it out after a needle."

  Xiao Shi is a little more hands-on.

  Gu Yanfei closed the playbook and muttered, "It's almost there."

  "..." Xiao Shi didn't understand what she said, and blinked in confusion.

Gu Yanfei was about to get up when he thought about something, and quickly took down the last two sips of wine in the cup, then stood up again, stroked his robe with one hand, and raised his sleeves with the other, greeted Chu Yi with a smile, "Let's go, let's go. Take a look."

   (end of this chapter)