The Xiangqing class is a better theater troupe in Guizhou, and it has also put a lot of effort into decoration. Mu Qing looked at it coldly, although it was not as pompous as the Mu family, but it was rare that it was exquisite and meticulous, and even the railings next to the steps were painted with bright colors, which seemed to be some small scenes.

The guy led a few people to the second floor, from which not only could you see the stage, but also the already bustling crowd below.

Li Qianyu and Mu Qing sat down, the guards who followed Li Qianyu stood behind Li Qianyu without saying a word, although Annu was used to eating and sitting with Mu Qing at home, he still stood with his hands down in front of outsiders.

The guard didn't know what order he had got, the tiger eyes always swept coldly towards Mu Qing, Mu Qing was very uncomfortable, so he smiled at Li Qianyu and said: "The left and right are also out to play, and no one wants to serve them, why don't let this strong man find a place to sit." ”

Li Qianyu nodded, and the guard saluted and sat down on a stool not far away. Mu Qing also patted Annu and pointed behind him, Annu nodded, and also found a place to sit down.

However, he sat very far away from the guard, and Annu didn't even look at the man, only felt that the five big and three rough looked scared.

Mu Qing took a sip of the tea, the taste of jasmine, he didn't like it very much, so he put it aside. Pinching the osmanthus cake on the table and sending it to his mouth, the sweet and fragrant osmanthus taste entered his mouth, Mu Qing raised his eyebrows, and directly ate the whole thing.

In my last life, I was a northerner, and I always liked to eat some salty dim sum, but in this life I became an authentic southerner, but I think that in fact, sweet dim sum is also very delicious, sweet and refreshing, delicate slag, rich cinnamon, although it is just a cheap pastry, but because the ingredients are fresh and pure, it seems more and more sweet.

"Do you want it?" Mu Qing took a piece and handed it to Li Qianyu.

Mu Qing was thinking that Li Qianyu must not want it, then he could hand it to Annu, this person is always white, usually the handkerchief fan does not leave his hand, and he knows that he is a cleanliness habit at a glance. But who knows, Li Qianyu took it by the way, which made Mu Qing stunned.

Li Qianyu's two white fingers pinched the pale yellow pastry, and he turned his head and asked Mu Qing: "This is osmanthus cake?" ”

Mu Qing nodded, took a sip of tea and swallowed the pastry in his mouth before saying, "What is made here is different from that in the Northland, it may be sweeter, but it is still delicious." ”

Li Qianyu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his jade-like face had a little question: "I never told you where I came from." ”

"Accent." Mu Qing took another bite of the pastry and chewed slowly.

Li Qianyu glanced at him and brought the piece of snack to his lips: "Then how do you know that the osmanthus cake in the north is different from this?" ”

Almost instantly, Mu Qing's hand paused, but it was only for that moment, Mu Qing neatly turned his head and put the small piece of pale yellow pastry left on his hand into An Nu's mouth, and then turned back and said, "I read it in the book." ”

Li Qianyu was noncommittal and didn't seem to care.

A pair of narrow eyes swept over Anu again, and Annu shrank behind Mu Qing. Li Qianyu turned his eyes back lightly, opened his mouth, and took a bite of osmanthus cake.

The oil is not greasy, the entrance is not astringent, and the swallowing is smooth.

Li Qianyu was very surprised that this dim sum, which was not very good, would have such a taste, and it was unexpectedly his taste. But Li Qianyu still didn't finish it, just took a bite and put it down.

Some rules and etiquette have been deeply engraved in the bones. It's like some shrewd calculations have melted into the blood, and they can't be eliminated or pulled out.

At this time, the audience has gradually quieted down, because the candlelight around is much darker, and the only bright thing is the three big characters written on the stage.

The Legend of the West Chamber.

Just as soon as he opened his mouth, Mu Qing sighed at the power of the Xiangqing class.

There weren't too many flashy embellishments, and there were no pompous performances, just standing there faintly, raising his hands and throwing his feet, slowly and gently.

The jade-faced Xiaosheng who appeared on the stage, the beautiful and beautiful Hua Dan, Wu Nong's soft speech, the voice is clean and pure, even if the dialogue is shallow, the dialogue without gongs and drum instruments is fascinating because of the brow raising and the blink of an eye.

But perhaps knowing the beginning and the end, Mu Qing was not obsessed with staring at the stage, but tilted his head slightly, and focused his gaze on the person across the table without a trace.

found that Li Qianyu actually looked at the stage fixedly, looking indifferent but focused.

Li Qianyu has been in the palace since he was born, and he has little opportunity to come into contact with entertainment activities. Opera may have existed for a long time, but because it is not a systematic stage, it has never been performed in the palace. Although he came in here to accept Mu Qing's invitation, Li Qianyu was also a little curious in his heart.

The man in white took the brocade handkerchief in his sleeve and wiped his fingers clean one by one. The side face is clean and beautiful, and when you look at it, you can see a beautiful curvature from the chin to the collarbone. The man put the brocade back in his sleeve, unconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue and rolled away the little osmanthus nectar at the corner of his mouth, and his thin lips had a beautiful color.

Mu Qing, who had not been staring at the stage but looking at Li Qianyu, was silent, but immediately turned his head at this moment.

He knew that his heart was beating fast now, and he comforted himself because of the West Chamber that would be a full house, but maybe only he knew.

A moment of intriguing, maybe that's it.

The following scene is still going on, babbling Wu Nong, but a sentence just came out like that.

You leave behind the charm of the day, and I have found ten thousand thoughts.

There is a desire to fight, but it is not good to have no intention.

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Half of the West Chamber, not short, not long.

When the curtain slowly ended, the audience was safe and quiet, and Mu Qing could even hear the sound of some people's clothes rubbing against each other.

But immediately, someone applauded, and then it seemed to spread like a contagion across the hall. There is applause, this is a pleasure to watch; There are lamentations, which are not enough. The echo effect caused by the inherent architectural method of the stage magnifies and amplifies all of this, almost breaking through the eardrum.

Mu Qing laughed, the corners of his mouth grinning, getting bigger and bigger.

I'm going to get rich.

Mu Qing was very satisfied with this cognition.

"Whew."

Li Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief gently, and the hand shrunk in his sleeve loosened slightly.

He himself was surprised why he was almost fascinated by what he was watching. The first time I saw this, the drama, the sense of substitution is so strong. It's just a love, an emotion that Li Qianyu didn't care about, but it was hazy because of that grace and that snow moon became beautiful.

His eyes turned to the young man in green shirts beside him.

Maybe this guy is really a genius.

Do what he doesn't change, and understand feelings he shouldn't understand.

Mu Qing is not tall, and after sitting down, he is even shorter, his legs can't touch the ground, and when he gets on the stool, he is half-sitting and half-climbing. After sitting for a long time, it was inevitable that I was a little sore, and I stumbled when I jumped down.

Li Qianyu quickly reached out to help, Mu Qing stood firm, looked at the green onion white fingertips on his arm, frowned slightly, and seemed to be a little annoyed that his current body was unexpectedly weak.

Raising his head and looking at Li Qianyu, who was looking down at him, Mu Qing was annoyed by his height again.

Perhaps from today, drinking milk will be on the agenda.