Fu Yue returned to his original residence, in a small house near Paramount Gate, rented, Wen Liang was already facing the situation of being kicked out soon if he couldn't pay the rent.

She sighed silently.

Thinking of her, when has she ever encountered such an embarrassment?

There is no money, and there is really no play.

She touched the purse in her hand, it was the one that Sheng Yun had just stuffed into her, thin, it seemed to contain silver tickets, and some broken silver.

Fu Yue took it out and looked at it, stunned in place.

In addition to the broken silver, there were two huge silver tickets in the purse.

How big is the denomination?

Enough to buy a jewelry store.

Fu Yue rubbed her eyes, making sure she was not mistaken.

“……”

Her face was a little weird.

Sheng Yun's man... You won't give her all your belongings, will you?

Dowry?

Fu Yue coughed lightly and shook the thoughts out of his head.

She put away the purse, took only the broken silver inside, and was going to buy some food first, and by the way, she told the owner of Paramount why she hadn't been there for so long.

*

Got to the backstage of Paramount.

After explaining to the boss, the other party just waved his hand casually, indicating that he knew, and seeing the boss like this, he knew that he didn't care about the original little drama at all.

Fu Yue sighed slightly.

This can also see how little attention is paid to the original body.

She sat down at her dressing table as usual, and took out her costume and make-up tools.

Start applying makeup.

Whether there is a drama or not, you still have to prepare first.

Now she only has this job, and she can only work to make ends meet.

Because she's poor.

The kind that is so poor that it can't afford to eat.

Fu Yue sighed again.

……

This time, halfway through the performance outside, the boss hurriedly ran in and glanced around the people backstage, as if the chief eunuch had drafted a girl for the emperor.

Seeing Fu Yue, the boss's eyes lit up, and he pointed over with one hand.

"You, you go and sing on stage."

"Why don't you come over quickly, today is the birthday of Mrs. Bo, come to our Paramount to listen to the play, you sing well, as long as the old lady is satisfied, the benefits are indispensable to you."

Fu Yue was stunned.

Old lady Bo?

Isn't this Bo Sijin's scumbag mother?

So, Bo Sijin is also here?

Realizing this, Fu Yue couldn't help frowning.

She really doesn't want to go through the plot.

But now she is forced to make a living (that is, poverty), she has to bow her head, bend her waist for five buckets of rice, and drive ducks to the shelves to perform.

……

On the stage.

The Tsing Yi drama waved his sleeves, and the dark red and light green figures were swaying gently, and the actor was in a graceful shape, and his face was full of gorgeous oil paint, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but just by looking at his figure, he knew that he was a stunning beauty.

Wen Liang has a good voice.

She is a Jiangnan woman, and she speaks with a sense of Wu minor.

There were a number of people sitting in the audience, led by a young warlord, a man in a military uniform, with a handsome face, a long black cloak draped over his shoulders, and a thin golden chain hanging from the belt of the military uniform, reflecting the metallic sheen.

Fu Yue only glanced at him and knew that this was Bo Sijin's scum.

There was an elderly lady sitting next to him, probably Bo Sijin's mother.

Of course, Fu Yue didn't want to attract this person's attention, and quietly became an emotionless singing machine.

She sings, she sings, she sings.

……

After singing.

Fu Yue, who was supposed to step down, was stopped.

"Stop."

The voice is cold, please refer to the male protagonist of the ancient Republic of China.