Walk by, leave a monthly pass, please, thank you

Before the people spoke, the opera had not yet begun to perform, but it was just on stage, which had already mobilized the emotions of the audience, which was a very terrifying contagion.

However, at this moment, Qi Xiang ignored everything else, and just stared firmly at the figure on the stage. His expression suddenly became very complicated, with a kind of reminiscence, confusion, nostalgia, and deep doubts......

"Is that her?"

Qi Xiang was not sure, not only was his heart entangled, but his hands were even more entangled, and he was a little uncontrollable.

Suddenly, a mournful cheer floated in all directions on the stage.

"Good ......"

Before Qi Xiang could hear clearly, he heard earth-shattering cheers up and down the theater floor. A group of people not only applauded, but also clapped their palms like thunder.

Beep, applause like rain hitting banana leaves, one after another, there was no sign of stopping for a long time.

But the strange thing is that as long as you listen carefully, you will clearly hear that the poignant singing voice is not affected by the cheers at all, and it is still like a thread, slowly reaching everyone's ears.

When Qi Xiang heard it, his heart was shocked again.

Although he said that he didn't know much about opera. I don't understand the singing of opera, reading white or anything, and I don't understand it at all. Usually when he sees opera performances on TV, if there are no subtitles, he can't understand what he is singing at all.

But now, I don't know why.

The poignant voice entered his ears, and it was in his mind, outlining a three-dimensional picture.

The picture scroll unfolded, broken and crumpled, in fact, it is a bloody story.

A lonely little girl, who was sold to the Qinglou since she was a child, because she was good-looking, smart and clever, so she was valued by the Qinglou **, carefully cultivated.

What piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Flower arrangement, tea ceremony, not to mention.

The best thing is that she has a good voice and can learn opera. It's just a drawing inferences, and the blue is better than the blue. When the singing started, the appeal and the penetrating power of the voice far threw the troupe raised by the Qinglou on more than a dozen streets.

**Also know the goods. knows that she is a good seedling, and focuses on cultivating and tapping her talent for singing.

The situation is also as expected, within a few years, she has become the pillar of the Qinglou Opera Troupe. Some literati and wealthy businessmen who are obsessed with opera, even if they don't usually have the habit of visiting Qinglou.

But after hearing her reputation, I couldn't help but come over to see it. In fact, she also lived up to her reputation, singing a song lightly, and her skills were overwhelming, and her voice could be described as lingering. Three days without stopping.

Suddenly, she became famous and admired by many people.

Many princes and grandsons, bachelors and talented people, have shown extremely strong interest in this woman with a natural voice. Some people do not hesitate to spend thousands of dollars to redeem her.

However, ** is not stupid, but it is not easy to give up this cash cow because of this. After all, in four or five years, she has earned a lot of money for Qinglou. It's just a daughter. Just want to let ** go, it's pure wishful thinking.

But a song of gold, you can consider it.

All in all, she has a reputation far and wide. Food, clothing, housing and transportation are not much worse than those of rich and noble families. Especially her admirers, in order to please her, they worked hard to collect all kinds of rare treasures and send them, just to make her smile.

It's just that she's not happy.

Because. No matter how many curiosities she had, she had no freedom. She is like a canary in a cage, no matter how beautiful and beautiful she is, she can only admire herself alone, and she has no confidants.

Until she met him......

Qi Xiang's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was in a colorful and very bright garden. He was dressed in a poor single clothes, and the cold wind seeped into the patches one by one, making him shiver all over.

The spring is cold, but everything has regained its vitality.

Spotted butterflies flutter in the garden.

She and him met in the garden, and at a glance, they left a deep impression on each other.

To him, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

To her, he was strange...... is obviously very poor, but he is arrogant, neither arrogant nor humble, and he fights with ** reason, and then transforms into her composer and lyricist.

She inquired and found out that he was a poor talent, with a family surrounded by walls, but he was persevering. With his own efforts, he chiseled the wall to steal the light, and it was the sac firefly reflecting the snow, and the banana leaves were used as paper.

After a few years of hard study, he finally won the show.

However, Xiucai is only the threshold for promotion. Just because you come in doesn't mean you can reduce your burden. On the contrary, if you want to go further, you have to put in more effort.

In order to make a living, in desperation, he had to put down his body and come to work in the Qinglou to write lyrics and music for her.

Men and women are good-looking, and they are in contact day and night, and some of the next things are also logical.

The red luan star moves, and the feelings are self-generated.

With her sponsorship, he was proud of the field and successfully won the lift, and then went to the capital to participate in the examination.

The two of them spent the moon before and underwent the moon, and promised three lives and three lives.

However, once he was gone, he was never heard from again. After the palace examination, the literati who failed to make the list raised their children and returned to their hometowns one after another. She asked someone to investigate, but learned that he had not arrived in the capital and had not made it to the test.

Could it be that something happened on the way?

Thinking like this, she was anxious, but helpless and depressed. It's just that she still has hope, and she keeps watch for a year, two years, three years......

Three years later, there was no news. She was also disheartened, like a walking corpse, numb to her days.

Until one day, the Queen Mother's birthday banquet invited the world's famous opera troupes to perform in Beijing to celebrate.

** Thinking that this was a good opportunity, he immediately used some connections, got a place, and then took her to the capital to attend the palace banquet.

The imperial city banquet is naturally very lively, the fire trees and silver flowers are very gorgeous, and the extravagance is extremely extravagant.

In the Miyagi Garden, under a brilliant fireworks, there was another glimpse, and she saw him......

She was pleasantly surprised, and her numb heart finally beat again. But in the next quarter of an hour, she was like falling into an ice cellar, her body and mind were cold, and a seven-pronged exquisite heart turned into pieces.

Because beside him, there is a fair-skinned and beautiful, noble and dignified woman, dressed in gorgeous palace clothes.

It didn't take anyone to introduce her, she knew that the woman was a princess. She heard it clearly, and saw that he and the princess were coming, and a group of eunuchs and palace maids saluted one after another, calling the princess and the concubine.

She suddenly woke up, no wonder he didn't take the exam, no wonder he hadn't heard from him for three years, no wonder he was so unhappy......

After months of perseverance, the full moon made a lifelong promise, but in the end, it was still no match for the reality of a wealth and glory.

She was stupid, laughed, and wept silently.

A few days later, under the gaze of the emperor, generals, and dignitaries, she appeared on stage in green clothes.

She ignored his frightened, weak, frightened, unnatural reactions.

She completely forgot about things outside her body, only she performed with affection, and brought her figure and singing voice to the extreme. A song of spring resentment, singing all the sorrows of the world, touched the hearts of countless people.

The powerful contagion, whether it was the supreme emperor or the lowly eunuch palace maid, they also wept when they heard it, and they couldn't help but choke up.

Soon, it was the last scene of the opera. A handmaiden next to her handed her a sword.

The sword, naturally, is a prop sword, made of bamboo and wood, and the surface is painted with white lacquer, a little silver, and it looks the same as a real sword.

She carried the sword, put her backhand on it, and placed it between her pink neck. The light in her clear eyes slowly swept over everyone, and finally fell on him.

However, he bowed his head in shame and did not dare to make eye contact with her.

She smiled, and suddenly pressed the hilt of the sword hard, and the bamboo and wood prop sword cracked open inch by inch, revealing a short blade with cold light shining and sharp edge. In the stunned gaze of everyone, she changed her hand slightly, and the sharp blade easily slit her throat.

A touch of crimson flew, and a green coat fell to the ground, dyeing the soft and shiny green silk hair into red......

"No!"

Qi Xiang felt a burst of heart-rending pain, and then he was in a trance, and suddenly woke up. Looking at it again, he found that he was still sitting in the box, wearing green clothes on the stage below, singing a bleak spring resentment.

For a while, Qi Xiang was a little confused, and she couldn't figure out whether this song was a fabricated story or a fact that happened to her......

The illusory story seems to overlap with reality, creating a sense of chaos in time and space.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, or does Butterfly dream Zhuang Zhou?

Qi Xiang shook his head, and then saw that on the stage, a maid handed a prop sword to the woman in Tsing Yi, she put the sword on her neck, and smiled softly and poignantly.

In an instant, the old things in Miyagi seemed to be repeated.

Qi Xiang had a strong impulse in his heart, and his figure flickered slightly, and he was about to fly down, but he didn't know why, but he restrained it.

"Click!"

The chair he sat down in was directly cracked and turned into a pile of fragments between movement and retraction.

At the same time, a pair of green clothes on the stage seemed to reappear yesterday, and fate was reincarnated again.

Seeing this situation, everyone watching the play was stunned. It took them a long time before they reacted, which naturally caused a huge harassment.

Shouts, cries, and a chaotic noise.

Qi Xiang turned a deaf ear, just stared blankly at the eyes of the woman in Tsing Yi, and those clear eyes that had not yet been blinded seemed to be full of regret, remorse, relief and other emotions.

Qi Xiang saw it, but he felt that he had mixed tastes and couldn't let go of it for a long time.

"Why don't you save her?"

A gentle voice sounded in the box. Then, the mysterious woman quietly appeared, as if she was a little puzzled: "You know that she wants to kill herself, why don't you take the opportunity to intercept her?" ”

"What about after the interception?" Qi Xiang closed his eyes slightly, and then reopened them, his eyes clear: "What will happen?" ”

The mysterious woman smiled and said softly: "Save someone's life, and win the seventh-level floating slaughter." Perhaps, she'll make a promise by herself, isn't it great? (To be continued.) )