Probably feeling guilty, Xu Jingyang lowered his head and remained silent, still maintaining the posture just now.

Rao is wearing the clothes of a subordinate, and his face is deliberately smeared, but his gestures are still different from those subordinate, from the time I can remember, his backbone has always been very straight, never bent.

But now, I bent slightly, closed my eyes in pain, and no matter what I ridiculed, I just pursed my lips and suffered.

"I did it wrong." His voice was hoarse, almost down to the dust.

I waved my hand, and the scene above continued to sing, babbling so lively.

He knelt and I watched my play as usual, just a little uneasy.

Too many old things that I have suppressed have been turned over again, like a wound that has not been healed for a long time, and when it becomes inflamed again, it will already fester.

"I won't forgive you." I put down the teacup in my hand, didn't even look at him, and swept my head over his head to the stage.

He still hung his head, "I know. ”

Before he could continue, I smiled mockingly, and tapped my fingers on the table a few times, "Don't say that this life is used to pay back, is it useful?" The deceased is gone, and what is left is just a sufficient face, which is boring. ”

This time it's not like the original, it's just a one-sided-for-tat on my part.

The more he was silent, the more the anger in my heart burned vigorously.

I was in a trance for a moment, and muttered to myself that I had helped him send him away, right or wrong.

"Like this kind of play?" When the cool voice sounded, I hadn't come out of that memory yet, but I was stunned and raised my eyes.

Xu Jingyang, who was kneeling on the ground, hadn't arranged to leave yet, if he was discovered......

My heart tightened, and I just hummed.

I thought that Pei Yousheng was here to ask the teacher, after all, he had been planning for a long time, and even brought back a Linlang, just to give Gu Minlan a cure, but I ruined the foundation.

There are more people here, but it has fallen silent.

I disguised myself as I picked up the cup and put it down, and before I could let go, he took it along my hand and brushed the back of my hand with his fingertips, causing a shiver.

"Who's kneeling down there?"

"Look up."

Pei Yousheng's voice was faint, but it could not be ignored.

If you raise your head, the flaws will only be bigger, and if Xu Jingyang is caught again, the ghost knows what will happen.

I don't owe anything to the General's Mansion, but after all, I still miss the old feelings of the General's Mansion, and because of the resentment in my heart, I don't want to let him die so quickly.

I covered his hand with my backhand and smiled at him, "It's just a subordinate, I don't like to let him step down." ”

"If Uncle Huang likes it, there are not many others on my side, so there is no shortage of good-looking men, and it will not be a problem to carry a few over when the time comes."

The hand in my palm was tense, and he seemed to be fine.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward, especially after last night's incident, which was more like something separated by a layer.

He was silent, but I refused to be silent, the white pigeon did not come for a long time, I did not get news from my brother from time to time, I was uneasy, and I did not want to sit still.

I took the initiative to attack, innocently showing a trembling smile, and said in a flattering tone but deliberately sharp: "I don't know if I was satisfied last night, I took the initiative to raise a concubine for you, although it was sudden, but if you like it, I am satisfied." ”

I said this with different hearts.

He laughed lowly, and his voice became colder, "Okay, okay, a night of spring supper, naturally good." ”

Every word came out of his mouth, but with a different feeling, the tips of my ears trembled, and I frowned and did not speak.

"Look up." His tone was heavier than before, and he pulled his hand out, took out his sword, and pressed the tip of it against it.

Why are you paranoid on this side?

"Someone." I snapped my fingers and said coquettishly, "It's not a good idea, people, send it up." ”

After a while, several good-looking men were sent up, all kneeling together, kneeling with Xu Jingyang, there were more people, and I was slightly relieved.

But that doesn't change anything.

His sword was not put down, it was still aimed at Xu Jingyang's neck, and if he got closer, he would be able to pierce it.

"Uncle Huang?" I tilted my head, pretending not to understand.

His gaze was still dark, an emotion I couldn't understand, but this time there was a small arc on his pale face.

"Chang'an, what are you nervous about?"

His voice was low and slow, gentle and peaceful, as if he was simply concerned about me.

But this voice, to my ears, is tantamount to a life-calling.

The handsome men who had been found for a moment were all on their knees, trembling under the pressure of the regent, and none of them would come forward, like quails.

The sword was lowered, but his hand was pinching my chin, and his rough fingertips rubbed it gently, and he looked at me with interest and asked again in a low voice.

"Who made you so concerned about it, and you have to protect it at the risk of being killed by me?"

Only then did I realize what I had done, the fault was that I overestimated my disguise, the fault was that I underestimated his methods, and the mistake was outrageous, and it would be full of loopholes.

This kind of words of killing or not killing, coming out of his mouth, are all fluttering, and it seems to be a very common thing.

This huge courtyard was full of people, but there was no sound at all, and a cold air spread for no reason.

"Why don't you speak?"

Pei Yousheng's voice was deep, with a unique voice, which made my heartstrings pluck coldly.

It seems that it has always been like this, I have always been in front of him, there is always nothing to hide, no matter what small movements, they will be seen through at a glance and vulnerable.

My throat tightened and tightened, giving up the struggle, lowering my eyes and smiling.

"What does Uncle Huang want to hear?"

His hand finally let go, his voice returned to its previous cold and calm, and he said lightly: "Then let's sing Wangjiang Pavilion." ”

I was stunned, I didn't expect him to answer like that.

The person kneeling next to him was also stunned, but the head of the troupe came back to his senses and knocked the person next to him hard, "Hurry up, didn't you hear that the prince wanted to listen to the play." ”

The troupe re-appeared on stage, babbling, and the courtyard became lively.

But the kneeling man still knelt, and did not receive an order, but still fell to the ground and waited quietly.

Pei Yousheng listened to the play seriously, his eyes were half-closed, his slender fingers were bent, and he knocked on the table again and again.

The intermittent sound of percussion sounded terrifying to me.

I looked sideways at him, probably too burning, and he lifted his eyelids to look at me, "Huh? ”

At this juncture, I categorically wouldn't intercede for Xu Jingyang, I only looked up and smiled at him, "I didn't expect Uncle Huang to like to listen to operas, but I just felt surprised." ”

It is indeed frightening and rare, he has been holding a sword in his hand for the first half of his life, splitting the bloody path, cutting the world and the earth, and has never had any other leisure and elegance.

At least in my lifetime, I've never seen him have the patience to sit down and listen to a play.