Yongyan lives in Yunzhiyuan, Goya can be said to be in the limelight, and together with the bell song, he is an arrogant posture that no one is looking at.

After Yongyan entered the palace, Goya was still lying on the bed, which was the favor of the prince, and he was afraid that she would be tired.

Lingge, who was waiting outside the door with toiletries, had a smug smile on her face, as if she was the one who had been rewarded for this spring breeze.

"Master, today Qiao's class has asked someone to say that there is a new play in the theater troupe, do you want you to enjoy your face and take a look?" While combing Goya's hair, he looked sideways to observe his master's reaction.

Goya looked at himself in the bronze mirror, looked left and right, and motioned to Lingge to replace the golden jade hairpin with a jewel enamel hairpin to be satisfied, and then lazily replied to her: "It's hard for him to schedule a new play every month to amuse me, otherwise, I don't know how to survive this boring winter." ”

"Doesn't that mean, it has to be the master, you are favored by the prince, and they naturally want to show loyalty to you. You did their request, and you gave them face. Lingge has always been sweet-mouthed, and in a few words, Goya was in a good mood.

Goya lazily looked at himself with slender willow eyebrows in the bronze mirror, and then said: "Lingge, prepare a soft one, my body is so tired that I don't want to move more." ”

"Yes, slave and maid will go."

After about a cup of tea, they went out of Yunzhiyuan.

The drama filmed today is called Fangcao Xin, which tells the story of a rich lady who falls in love with a poor scholar and is determined to wait for three years to finally become a family. Maybe when the troupe rehearsed the play, they thought that the end of the comedy would make Goya happy, but there is another saying called a woman's heart needle.

The love and honey on the stage were thick, but Goya's face gradually showed condensation, and even the tribute orange handed by Lingge was ignored, the anger in his eyes surged wildly, and his fingers were heavy on the table.

"Don't wait any longer~" The low-eyebrow tactful tune matched the woman's delicate face.

Everyone was laughing and appreciating, watching with relish and communicating a few words from time to time.

Just when the rich lady on the stage who was guarding the clouds and seeing the moonlight with a spring breeze on her eyebrows, Wu Nong babbling softly and the scholar insisted on watching, and the young lady confessed that she had the blood and blood of the scholar, the torrent in Goya's heart could no longer be controlled, and she slapped on the table with a "snap", and shouted angrily: "Bastard thing!" ”

The sudden impatience was something that no one expected, and everyone knelt on the ground in a panic and trembling.

Ling Ge was also frightened, and knelt down and trembled: "Master! The master is angry! ”

The chill and jealousy that burst out of Goya's eyes swept the woman on the stage, "It is simply presumptuous to dare to laugh at the loss of his beloved son in this palace!" Come on, teach me a lesson from these heartless things! ”

Just a slight gesture is the pain of a group of people's hearts.

"Side blessing and forgiveness! Xiaomin and the troupe really don't dare to have any ridicule, and I hope that Fang Fujin can be magnanimous and forgive the sinners! "Master Qiao has also served the palace for many years, and he can be regarded as a troupe that the prince and his relatives like very much. Now that he has suddenly got into such trouble, he knows more clearly that the companion who makes a living in the royal family is like a tiger, and he has long been lying on the ground and kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Don't dare? No? I think you're all sarcastic! Call me! "Goya has completely lost his mind at this time, and the gorgeous color of the jewel enamel hairpin tomorrow night brings out Goya's invincibility more and more. Her mind kept echoing the movements of the play's eyes and stroking her lower abdomen, each stroke beating her heart, reminding the child of the heart-piercing and unspeakable to her.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that it is aimed at her, naked irony! The guilt and regret in her heart for the child all turned into bursts of fire, burning her uneasy, resentful and resentful.

Lingge saw that the master was angry, and then listened to her words, and knew that the troupe would be unable to escape today. However, she doesn't feel any pity and grievances at all, it's one thing to like to listen to operas, and it's also the truest idea in her heart to not want actors from the same humble background as her to live better than her.

He stood up suddenly, and walked towards the woman on the stage with a look of you don't blame me.

The man who played the scholar was already frightened and dragged down by the guards to be tortured with a cane.

"An Ning has no intention of insinuating anything, please also ask Fang Fujin to spare me~~" The woman called An Ning trembled with soft words, her little face with makeup was rainy, and her body trembled with fear.

Lingge kept keeping her ears pricked up to pay attention to Goya's movements, until she walked in front of the woman, and when she caught a glimpse of Goya, she was still very angry, so she suppressed her voice and gritted her teeth and said coldly: "Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame you for breaking into the muzzle!" ”

Before the words fell, a heavy slap hit An Ning in the face, An Ning shook her head and wanted to call for help but couldn't open her mouth, this is the palace, this is the side Fujin who once gained power, who would pity her little lowly play? Uncontrollably shed tears and didn't stabilize for a while, and "Ah-" was knocked to the ground by Lingge.

"Hiss~~" Mu Mu numb's head hurt badly, and his eyes were also drowsy, and he could only distinguish the position of each person by looking hard, and the corners of his mouth were beaten with blood at that time.

Seeing the woman's frightened but patient appearance when she was slapped and slapped one after another, Goya was a little relieved.

However, it seems that it is still difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart, looking at the kind of drama I see pity, aggrieved look, reached out and plucked a hairpin from the head, white and slender fingers pinched the hairpin, saw the gold leaf on it, eyes slightly raised, containing a touch of cunning contempt.

"Smack!" The hairpin flower was thrown out of Goya's hand and rolled all the way to the woman.

"Such a foxy appearance is really disgusting, if you don't have a disobedient heart, then use this hairpin to cut your face to show your loyalty......" Goya's tone was soft, like a whisper about eating and drinking tea, indifferent and chilling.

She took the lid of the cup and plucked the tea, and the swirling heat dissipated, and in a moment, it disappeared again, and it was cold again.

Master Qiao was dumbfounded, frightened and incoherent, "This ......, this-can't help it......"

Goya was the most jealous of someone refutating him, and the eyes that Xingmu slightly picked up and shot at him were like steel needles, piercing into the eyes of Master Qiao, and in his heart, he was really afraid that the next moment, Goya would reward him with a three-foot white silk.

That An Ning was already paralyzed with fright, and kept sobbing and kowtowing and crying: "An Ning has no disobedience, please, please spare me......"

Seeing the tranquility of his head shattered, Ling Ge only felt a moment of sadness in his heart, but he felt pity for this flower-like face, if he was born with such a skin, it wouldn't be ......

"Still not doing it?" When Lingge was stunned, Goya pulled her attention back with a cold word.

Picking up the hairpin on the ground, Lingge whispered twice, almost attached to her face, and exhaled: "If you want to hate, hate yourself for being a powerless, powerless, helpless actor~"