is already working on state affairs, and if you have to worry about these little things, I am afraid that the emperor's body will not be able to stand it.

Sun Delu's words made Zhao Guang breathe a sigh of relief, but after thinking about it, he still felt uneasy, "Do you think Lao Qi will have any connection with the King of Southern Yunnan?" ”

Sun Delu smiled when he heard this, "This is unlikely, for so many years, every move of the Seventh Prince is in your ears and eyes, if there is really any trouble, how can you escape the eyes of the emperor?" ”

Zhao Guang nodded, and his heart was relaxed, but since he talked about Pang Shicong, Zhao Guang thought of Pang Shicong's marriage in the coming year, "Pang Shicong will get married next year, and the king of southern Yunnan will find a ......" Zhao Guang paused, and then said: "It's a pity that there is no princess of the right age in the palace, otherwise Pang Shicong should be assigned a princess to marry, so as to stabilize southern Yunnan." ”

Zhao Guang's worries Sun Delu understand, but he still wants to reassure the emperor's heart, "Your Majesty, the king of southern Yunnan is a veteran of the three dynasties, and now that he is older, you can rest assured, even if there is no princess to marry Pang Shicong, there will be no big mess." ”

Zhao Guang smiled and looked at Sun Delu, "In the whole world, you are the only one who understands me best and can comfort my heart the most." ”

"That's the duty of a slave, and it's also the blessing of a slave." Sun Delu hurriedly bent over to show respect.

***

In the days that followed, Zhao Zheng and Shen Yuexi also went out from time to time, dined in restaurants in the capital, went to the opera garden to listen to plays, listened to books, and played against others in the chess club...... In short, he took Shen Yuexi to travel all over the capital.

When I went to the opera garden to listen to the play, Hexi also followed.

She didn't dare to be interested in other things, but listening to the play, she had to fight for it.

As a result, Zhao Zheng actually agreed. Hexi was very happy, and for the first time felt that Zhao Zheng was a very reasonable man. She went to tell An Yiru and let An Yiru go with her, otherwise she would be a little uncomfortable with Zhao Zheng and Shen Yuexi.

An Yiru shook her head, "I don't like to listen to dramas, babbling and having a headache." ”

An Yiru refused at first.

"Even if you don't like to listen to dramas, if you can go out with the seventh master, my sister doesn't like it?" Hexi knows An Yiru's weakness too well.

An Yiru thought about it, and sure enough, she didn't refuse.

So for the first time, Zhao Zheng went out with the three women in the palace.

Although An Yiru didn't want to see Shen Yuexi, she was not as angry as before, this was like the formation of a habit, she also figured it out a little, even if there is no Yuexi today, there will be that stream tomorrow, the palace is always going to enter the newcomer, compared with the big family next to the gate, Zhao Zheng is already very restrained, there are only three women in the palace, that is, he wants to accept ten or twenty to come in, and she, the princess, has to bear it.

The opera garden arranged a large box for Zhao Zheng, facing the second floor of the stage. The guy was busy serving tea and snacks, and he was really busy.

"Look, we didn't have this pomp when we came." Hexi leaned into An Yiru's ear and laughed in a low voice.

An Yiru didn't respond, her expression was still cold. She and Shen Yuexi sat next to Zhao Zheng, what does this mean? Is a woman who is not yet famous already on an equal footing with her?

Hexi saw that An Yiru didn't respond, and she didn't mind, she stared at the stage, looked at the curtain between the stage and the backstage, and guessed that at this moment in the backstage, did He Meisheng paint oil paint on her face?

As soon as he thought of this, Hexi was a little stupid.

Shen Yuexi was watching a play in the theater garden for the first time, she was a little curious, and asked Zhao Zheng: "What is behind the stage?" ”

"Behind is the backstage, where the troupe puts on makeup and changes costumes." Zhao Zheng said.

"Can I go and have a look?" Shen Yuexi asked.

Hexi's ears stood up.

Zhao Zheng thought about it, although the troupe had rules that did not allow the audience to go backstage, he still asked Xiao Luzi to ask.

Hexi was so happy, the Seventh Prince spoke, and the Yixing class would definitely give face, and she would have to follow to see it when the time came.

Sure enough, Xiao Luzi ran away on his feet, and after a while, he ran back again, "Seventh Prince, the class master said that he was waiting for you." ”

"Seventh Master, the concubine also wants to go and see." Hexi hurriedly asked Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng looked at Hexi, Hexi liked to sing, he knew it, so he allowed it.

Hexi was very happy, glanced at An Yiru, and motioned for her to follow along.

An Yiru was unmoved, still sitting there with a gloomy face.

Hexi couldn't take care of her anymore, followed behind Zhao Zheng, and went to the first floor together.

The backstage is very messy, with all kinds of props and costumes used in singing, and when you go inside, there are some bumps.

Zhao Zheng was as usual, Shen Yuexi and Hexi looked at the rise, those pearl and emerald headdresses were placed there, shining gorgeously under the oil lamp.

Shen Yuexi stopped to look curiously, not daring to touch it with her hands, just curious about how those colors were so bright.

Hexi was also curious, and began to discuss with Shen Yuexi in a low voice.

Shen Yuexi didn't understand, and looked back at a young man in the Yixing class, and the young man replied: "This is called Diancui, this color is made of kingfisher feathers, and this hat is precious." ”

Hexi became more cautious after hearing this, for fear that he would accidentally break something and make it difficult to clean up.

But the costume, Hexi still has the courage to touch it, she likes to listen to the play, so the objects related to singing are also sacred in her eyes, seeing the costume He Meisheng wore on the stage, she reached out and put the sleeve of the costume in her hand and pinched it, the cold satin feeling of the costume spread from the palm of her hand, and Hexi was in a trance.

Further inside, the oil lamps suddenly lit up, illuminating the dim backstage into a bright place, where there were several dressing tables, where the actors in the play put on their makeup in front of the bronze mirror.

The head of the Yixing class respectfully introduced these drama bosses to Zhao Zheng.

Several drama bosses who were putting on makeup got up and greeted Zhao Zhengshi.

He Meisheng was the last to get up and bowed slightly to Zhao Zheng, "Say hello to the Seventh Prince." ”

He Meisheng's voice is a little cold and cold, and his expression is also very detached, he sings every day and is obsessed with drama, but he is really too lazy to socialize with people.

There have been many dignitaries and nobles who like his plays, and then want to feast on him, most of them he asked the class owner to refuse, he really can't shirk it, he had to follow the class master, he didn't want to compliment and please those people, so he has been silent, and he answered concisely when asked, which was very boring.

also relied on his play to be really good, so it is worth being forgiven for being a little withdrawn, and after a long time, others know his temperament, so they will no longer entertain him.

But if he pays a lot of money to invite him to sing, he can't shirk it, like the drama in Zhao Qiye's house, he will sing.

In the bottom of his heart, He Meisheng still has a good impression of Zhao Qiye, when he goes to the house of a dignitary next to him to sing, he will inevitably be poured a few glasses of wine, He Meisheng is singing, he has to take care of his voice, and he is the most taboo to drink, but he can't do it, in the other people's house, if you don't drink a cup is not to give face, you always have to drink a glass.

But when he went to Zhao Qiye's mansion, he just sang cleanly, and there were no rules.

Therefore, from the bottom of my heart, He Meisheng does not hate Zhao Qiye. But he got used to having a cold face and couldn't laugh.

Fortunately, Zhao Zheng didn't mind this, so he let these drama bosses continue to put on makeup, and he took his family to see the backstage, which was already a lot of disturbance.

Speaking of their inner relatives, those drama bosses were busy asking Shen Yuexi and Hexi to say goodbye.

He Meisheng lowered her eyes, and after greeting Hexi, her eyelids lifted a little, and they happened to meet Hexi's gaze.

Hexi's eyes were full of joy, shining brightly, and he smiled at He Meisheng.

He Meisheng was heated by the bright light in Hexi's eyes, hurriedly lowered his eyes again, sat down in front of the bronze mirror, and re-dressed up.

After a short stay in the background, Zhao Zheng and his party left.

That night, He Meisheng appeared in the finale as usual, because Zhao was present, Hexi didn't dare to applaud as blatantly as last time, but his heart was surging excitedly, He Meisheng's every singing, every action, and every look made Hexi lose his soul.

For a moment, Hexi felt that the whole world was quiet, only He Meisheng, who flicked her long sleeves lightly on the stage, and she who sat in the stands.

Until the end of the play on the stage, Hexi was hit by the greater sadness at the end of the song, and the tears that had been holding back couldn't be held back in the end, and burst out of his eyes.

"You're such a drama idiot, you can be so sad watching a scene." An Yiru said a word of joy.

Hexi wiped her tears with a silk handkerchief, knowing that An Yi's words were not to tease her, but to relieve her, so he smiled: "Let the seventh master and my sister see you laugh." ”

Zhao Zheng didn't say anything, but he understood Hexi's tears, what a person is obsessed with, what will lead to emotions, what he sang on the stage just now was a tragedy, and it is normal for Hexi to cry.

**

On the way back, the crowd was still silent.

There were bumps in the road, and when the carriage swayed, Zhao Zheng would reach out to support Shen Yuexi.

An Yi glimpsed it like an afterglow, but he didn't see it, but his mood became worse and worse.

When the group returned to the palace, they walked to Ruyi Garden without saying hello to Zhao Zheng.

Hexi still had a sad face, and after saying goodbye to Zhao Zhengdao, he also returned to Yancuiyuan.

"Mrs. Hexi is sad when she listens to the play." Shen Yuexi looked at the back of Hexi and said softly.

"She loves to listen to the play, and always has been." Zhao Zheng replied. He didn't pay much attention to Hexi, so he didn't pay attention to Hexi's every move.

Shen Yuexi is different, she felt that Hexi's eyes were not the same when she looked at He Meisheng in the background, when watching the play, she peeked at Hexi from time to time, Hexi's eyes full of obsession with He Meisheng were no longer the eyes of a person who was obsessed with drama, and there were clearly people who sang with that fascination.

However, Hexi is the side concubine of the Seventh Prince, what is the use of this infatuation other than making herself miserable?