"Hmm." Cheng Jingyun didn't ask again.

When it comes to memories, she's always been considerate. Cheng Jingyun suddenly thought of her parents at home, they only regarded her as a battlefield death, and it had been more than a few months since she left Hengguo last time. How sad must parents be...... She couldn't even think about it.

If we continue to talk, her eyes should be wet. "I'm out of the house." Cheng Jingyun swallowed the cold dew cake in her mouth and got up quickly.

Song Zhancheng saw the sadness flashing in her eyes, her pace was so fast, she probably didn't want him to know anything.

In late autumn and September, the wind blows the exposed skin cold. Rao is a prosperous palace, but also dyed with the gloom of autumn.

Cheng Jingyun walked on the path alone, and tears had already burst out of her eyes. She could only look up to think that this boundless sky also covered her homeland.

She still has a lot to do, I just hope that before that, both father and mother will be good.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the streets are lively. Those who sell sachets and rice dumplings shout endlessly.

"Girl, this is the new mask. Exquisite and fun, you see? The vendor blocked Cheng Jingyun's path and handed over a mask sprinkled with gold dust, just enough to fit on her nose.

Cheng Jingyun refused with a smile and hung the mask back in place.

"Take a look at it, Liyuaner sings a big opera, please appreciate the face!" A little student with a hooked face struck the gong and swaggered past.

The big gong was rattled, and the sound of the hawker holding on was drowned out by the sound of the gong.

The peddler took a sip, his face tangled.

Cheng Jingyun looked at the little student, who used the gong to occupy the attention of the whole street, many of whom talked about business like the mask sellers, thinking that the little boy had delayed them, and they didn't listen to the words they spit out.

"Do you know which play Liyuan sang today?" Cheng Jingyun's curiosity was aroused, and she also wanted to know what was going on.

The hawker thought that the business would not be able to go out, but when he heard Cheng Jingyun take the initiative to talk, he immediately became interested. "It's been a few days, and it is said that it is a new Danjiao invited from Huancheng, this newcomer is different, and he has been singing "Donglin Ji" for several days." He laughed as he spoke, and puffed up a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Although Cheng Jingyun is not interested in opera, she also knows that this "Donglin Ji" is about the love story of Li Sheng and the female fox, and Hengguo also has a pear orchard, but they all sing heroic deeds, which is very boring. Thinking about this, I can't help but sigh secretly that the country is really open to the people.

"Thank you." She smiled and put a few copper plates in the bowl of money as a thank you to the vendor. "I want this mask."

The hawker shouted, and took out his pocket to give Cheng Jingyun change, "Okay! ”

As soon as I entered the pear orchard, I found that it was full of people, the water on the first floor was impassable, and there were men next to the platform.

There is still a place on the second floor, Cheng Jingyun wore a mask and walked all the way up, finding a position that is not out of the way, waiting for someone to appear.

Li Sheng came out, his face was not like the little student who went to the street to promote, white and clean. Dressed in linen clothes, he sat down at the desk and studied hard. Pushing open the window, he found a dying little fox and carried him into the house.

The little fox transformed into a human, and as soon as Dan Jiaoer appeared, her slender voice ignited the atmosphere of the scene, and the light gauze skirt lined the fox's charm. The men with good deeds whistled on the stage, and the fox's singing voice was clear and sweet, and the applause was thunderous.

Cheng Jingyun was fascinated by it, and suddenly saw someone sitting in the empty seat in front of her.

"What else does the guest officer command, Biluochun or Pu'er? They were all picked a few days ago, and they were very tender. The well-dressed man bowed his head and said to the two people sitting down.

"No, let's go down." One of the men's voices was hoarse and waved his hand impatiently.

Just now, Cheng Jingyun wondered why no one was sitting in that place, it turned out to be a reserved position. The little two's dress seems to be in charge here, and those who can be treated well must be either rich or expensive.

She turned her gaze to the front of the stage again, and the more she thought about it, the more strange she felt, as if she had seen someone seated.

Take a second look, isn't that sitting the same as the strategist next to the prince before? The one who turned his back on her was indeed the prince. Cheng Jingyun immediately lost her interest in watching the play, and rolled her eyes slightly, it seems that only the two of them came out today, and they didn't bring Long Wei.

It seems that the prince's life has become more freehand after being suppressed. She pondered, straightened her mask, and skewed a seat forward. Yale glanced at her, Cheng Jingyun didn't notice it, stared straight at the front of the stage, holding the railing in her hand, as if her neck was not enough, and stretched it in the direction of downstairs.

Yale sank down and had a conversation with the prince. The two of them didn't watch the play all the time, just sat dry.

Cheng Jingyun couldn't hear the conversation between the two clearly, but she couldn't get too close, she had to applaud with the people watching the play in the excitement, pretending to be very tired.

"Why hasn't Brother Ming come yet?" Song Jinghe and the others were anxious, he went back to the good place he went to last time and talked for a long time, the girls in it were all watery, and there was a dark fragrance on their bodies, which was much more interesting than the women in the harem.

Yale was not in a hurry, "Young master, don't be impatient." "When they went out, the two agreed, and when they left the prince's palace, they were only called the young master.

Song Jinghe secretly went out of the palace, he felt that the emperor did not pay attention to him in the past, and just took advantage of the gap of changing shifts to come out to have fun, but he didn't expect that this time, Yale, who has never been close to women, took the initiative to ask for instructions to accompany him to Fireworks Willow Lane. The two hit it off, sent a letter to Liu Ming, and booked a seat in the pear orchard.

"Women taste good, don't they?" Song Jinghyuk smiled evilly, and the fat on his face squeezed his eyes smaller.

Yale, who was teased, was not ashamed, but frowned, "I saw Lord Yuan there last time." Yale's words have always been concise and to the point.

"Yuan Qi? Are you right? Song Jinghe's voice was a little louder, and it happened to be heard by Cheng Jingyun who was on the tip of her ear.

"Absolutely."

"That kid is nourished, the war in the northwest is tight, and the military salary allocated turned out to do this." Song Jinghe sneered, there was a war in the place where the northwest and Hengguo were connected, and there were not only horse thieves who robbed people and money in the northwest of Yiguo, but also guerrillas from Hengguo. The emperor sent hundreds of thousands of military salaries to the army to help recruit troops to suppress it.

It happened to be Yuan Qi and another general who were in charge, and this Yuan Qi didn't even move, he was happy in the alleys of the capital, and his teeth were itching.

"Yes, the young master can collect evidence to sue the royal court. It not only engulfs people's hearts, but also warms up the impression of hundreds of officials. Yale took the opportunity to suggest, "But that place can't be moved, it's not as simple as it seems." Alluding to the fireworks field where they lingered.

"How can I watch him be merry and happy, taking the money and being at ease. It is better to take the opportunity to knock on a pen and consider the matter of the complaint in the long run. The prince set his sights on that piece of fat, and it was expected that he would benefit from it by talking to Yuan Qi secretly. After that, he found another reason to kick him, which was beautiful.

got the silver and built a new image, this is the result that Song Jinghyuk wants.

"It's not proper, the young master has a criminal record. If you don't bear it at this time, and someone holds the handle, it will not be as simple as last time. ”

Song Jinghe saw Yale's tough attitude, and he was even more angry in his heart, obviously he was the master, but he was always led by Yale's nose. said yes, and turned his eyes to the stage.