Zhao Chen glanced at him and said lightly: "Don't bother you." ”

As he spoke, he walked to the front first.

In front of the stage is a pear wood table, two wooden chairs, and a soft couch.

Zhu Chongyuan's father and son were sitting there.

"What does General Zhu want to hear?" Meng Yong bowed and asked lightly, and said: "Originally, I was going to sing to you in the hall, who wants to have a lot of things recently, and I haven't been free, you just need to order it today, and I will sing it to you in person." ”

Zhu Chongyuan looked at the two of them, there was a slight strangeness in his eyes, and he was about to say something-

"Let's sing a Yang Men female general!" Zhao Chen leaned on the soft couch with a shallow smile, "Just in time for my birthday today, this play... The best fit! ”

Meng Yong's body suddenly stiffened, and he was silent for a few moments before lowering his eyebrows and returning to the backstage.

"Shi'an, are you not feeling well?" Zhu Li asked with some concern.

Zhao Chen, who was leaning on the couch with his eyes closed, his face was as white as snow, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of fatigue, and there was no trace of blood on his lips.

"Lao Tzu thinks he's overhappy!" Zhu Chongyuan glared at her, "Little cub, you have to know moderation, no matter how good-looking a person is, it's not worth overdrawing yourself." ”

"Don't think about it, I still have to pass on the lineage to our family, where can I have anything with him?" Zhao Chen opened his eyes and smiled.

Zhu Chongyuan snorted in a low voice and scolded: "You don't have a mother and Lao Tzu pretending to be garlic, Lao Tzu is not blind, you and that Meng Yong are afraid that you have slept through-"

"Dangchang", Zhu Li stood up suddenly, knocked over the teapot, and hurriedly brushed the hot tea that had been spilled all over his body.

"Frizzy!" Zhu Chongyuan turned his head and reprimanded, and then turned to her, "You are so unkind to both sides, if you really can't give up, you will take it back..."

Zhao Chen smiled lightly: "Uncle, seventeen is very good." ”

"Shi, Shi'an, do you really want to marry that Seventeenth Miss?" Zhu Li suddenly interjected, and stopped talking with a look of desire.

"The date of the marriage has been chosen, October 16 this year, and the big wedding is estimated to be next year."

Zhu Li sat back and muttered, "It's not like I haven't seen Lin Seventeen, she's better than me-"

Zhao Chen raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong with you two sons?" Isn't it common for me to marry a princess? ”

"Not for you? Anyway, if you marry into the door, I will support it, just take care of your body. Zhu Chongyuan said and patted his son on the shoulder, "You just have a crush on Ah Li, I-"

"Daddy!" Zhu Li hurriedly stopped him, "Don't be so shapeless!" Shi'an is teaching you to bring it bad! ”

He tilted his head slightly as he blamed, and the deep worry in his eyes flickered away.

At this moment, the gong suddenly sounded.

The noise gradually subsided, and the scene began to play on its own.

Meng Yong, dressed in a water-sleeved shirt and walked out of the entrance door.

“… Zongbao's birthday is happy, and the hanging lights are so brilliant... The red candle has a high fever in Shoutang, and the Tianbo Mansion is full of joy..."

His eyebrows and eyes were soft, and his smile was full of joy, showing the joy of Mu Guiyingsi and Lang Jun's birthday.

Offstage, Zhao Chen's eyes were cold, and he sat up on the soft couch.

“… Brother Zongbao is ambushed by thieves, he, he..."

Meng Yong smiled, looking anxious, suffering from gains and losses, "He... What do you think? ”

"He was hit by a hidden arrow and died of his wounds!"

There seemed to be a mist in Meng Yong's eyes, "... Shocked to hear the bad news... It hurts my husband to die before he gets out of school... Shenchi thousands of miles of liver and intestines broken... I had to force myself to laugh and welcome the hall..."

A group of female relatives were happy, all holding red velvet flowers and wearing hairpins on their heads.

Meng Yong turned his head and paused, then slowly put the red hairpin between his sideburns, a little smile appeared on his face, and he bowed slightly to the ladies on the field.

The fiery red hairpin flowers fell into the pile of crows and green silk, enchanting and poignant.

Xiaosheng Wenguang: "... Father is not there... Please drink it on your mother's behalf, and wish your father a handsome and well-buried, and Yongzhen Frontier..."

The rapid music flickered, Meng Yong was silent for a moment, looking at the little student kneeling beside him, his eyes were soft and complex, as if time had passed by suddenly.

"Drink~~Drink~~" The ladies on the field urged, and the music became more urgent.

The audience also coaxed, kept shouting, urging Meng Yong to drink the glass of wine.

Meng Yong paused for a few breaths, hesitated and raised his sleeves lightly, and suddenly looked at Zhao Chen below.

The most important thing is the injury, Zhao Chen indifferently hooked the corners of his lips, and the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

The eyes are facing each other.

In the next moment, he turned back to the stage, "Looking at the beads of wine in the glass, tears welled up in my eyes, and the idiot's words were like random arrows grabbing my chest, and it was difficult to support the sorrow for a moment..."

He took the wine with trembling hands, raised his sleeves, took the cup, handed it to his lips and drank it up.

“… I had to swallow sour tears and taste the bitter wine—"

The tip of Zhao Chen's nose moved, and the tribute wine "Qi Huang Tears".

At this time, an extremely familiar voice came from the five senses she had just let go.

Inside the first wing room on the left.

The prince said expressionlessly: "Lonely, can the two immortal elders go back to the palace with Lonely?" ”

Fu Zheng frowned secretly, and said softly: "Didn't you promise to talk to Mr. Meng—"

"Friends of the Dao, although I don't know what personal friends you have, I should still give you a word of advice..." ”

"Why don't you find a deep mountain and old forest to stay?" Fu Zheng's tone was very heavy, "Is it the temptation of prosperity in the world, and the Taoist chief can't stabilize the heart of the Dao?" Or is there too much cause and effect, and the jar is broken? ”

He's really suffocated these days.

I don't know where this magic stick came from, pretending to be a ghost all day long, and talking nonsense, three and a half of the three sentences are nonsense, and the prince is coaxed to obey his words-

Xuanqing didn't argue with him, stood up and made a mockery to the prince, and said: "Your Highness, Poor Dao suddenly had an epiphany, let's go back to the palace, Poor Dao wants to have tea with you in the quiet room and consult together." ”

"Okay." The prince nodded, got up and left.

Zhao Chen, downstairs, listened with his ears pricked up and glanced secretly.

It wasn't until the crown prince and Xuanqing walked out, and the latter looked back at her inadvertently and blinked her eyes, that she eased her eyes.

This man is really suitable—

On the second floor, the prince left the wing room but did not leave in a hurry, and quietly stopped to look at Meng Yong on the stage.

Diffuse the water sleeves, and the lotus steps move lightly.

After drinking the wine in the cup, the mist in his eyes was even more abundant at this time, like a handful of smoke and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

"His Royal Highness King Ji has a reward——! Suddenly, a shrill voice shouted on one side.

The door to the second chamber then opened.

The personal father-in-law of the third prince walked out with a wooden plate, and when he saw the prince, he couldn't help but be stunned and stunned, so he bowed slightly.

He handed the wooden plate to the little servant and smiled lowly: "Brother Lao told Mr. Meng, my Royal Highness said, Mr. is talented, he should be rewarded, I hope to sing a song, Mr. can appreciate his face and come to talk about it." ”

The little guy didn't seem to hear what he meant, and after thanking him, he calmly accepted the bounty and ran downstairs.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really a good Yaxing." The father-in-law smiled and saluted again, with a strong sense of inquiry.

Prince Muran glanced at him, didn't say a word, and walked down the stairs on the side of Wu Zishun from the back building.

And at this moment, Zhao Chen's eyes that had not yet been withdrawn flickered.

Listening to another voice on the other side of the room, she pursed her white lips hard.