On the one hand, it is the admiration and dumbness of the young Zhiduo and the demon, on the other hand, it is disgusting with the unscrupulous and arrogant appearance of the young man.
He wanted to quietly teach the young man a lesson, but he had received the prince's warning eyes long ago, and he hated it no matter what, and he could only hold it back and hold it back.
After arranging the affairs of Prince Shen's Mansion and instructing Wang Qing to take care of him, Su Kui simply called a carriage and returned to the Jue Se Pavilion.
Although the teenagers have formed a tacit understanding after the accumulation of time, but when the incident happened suddenly, she had to confirm it personally.
If not necessary, Su Kui doesn't want any unrelated people to become victims of her mission.
The clatter of horseshoes kept coming, and Su Kui swayed around in the carriage, passing several faintly tortuous alleys all the way, and finally reached the backyard of the stunning pavilion.
After stuffing a few pieces of silver into the coachman, Su Kui hurried into the yard.
As soon as I entered, I heard babbling excerpts coming into my ears from far to near.
The voice was low and soft, and there was a touch of melancholy, which made people unable to stop indulging in it.
When he approached quietly, he saw a person in front of him wearing a scarlet-breasted gown with magnificent peonies embroidered on his head, and layered petals blooming wantonly, and flowers clustered.
"Mu Li?" Su Kui raised an eyebrow and said.
"Lights and flowers..." As he was about to sing the next sentence, he was suddenly interrupted by an outside sound. Mu Li turned his head and said in surprise: "Pavilion Master, why are you back? Are you finished?"
"Pavilion Master."
"Pavilion Master..."
When Mu Li spoke, everyone else turned their heads and saw that they were leaning against the door, holding a dripping oil-paper umbrella in their hands, looking at them with a smile.
"I'm done, come back and see my young masters, how's it going? Is it going well?"
Hearing this, Mu Li's eyes lit up, and he nodded again and again, "Satisfied! The music made by the pavilion owner is naturally unique in the heavens and on the earth!"
He studied Chinese opera since he was a child, was born in an opera troupe, grew up in an opera troupe, and sang along with the performances of the host.
That time was the cleanest and purest time in his life.
However, afterwards, the class host became fascinated by Yunyan. In order to buy Yunyan, which was comparable to gold, the troupe with great momentum was broken up. These teenagers who signed a death contract and sold themselves to the troupe were sold mercilessly.
And he entered the stunning pavilion.
I never thought that I would still be able to sing Chinese opera. When I sang the first sentence, it seemed like a world away—
"That's all right, I just don't know that Mu Li can still sing a song, he sings well!" Su Kui smiled and sighed, then turned to ask others, "What about you? No problem, right?"
Chu Yin held the qin and shook his head, "No problem."
Mingluan and Chuci looked at each other, and said in unison with all the teenagers: "No problem!"
Su Kui nodded with satisfaction, "I know everyone is good! But today is different from the past, and you must not take it lightly. For the performance tonight, you must be up to 120,000 spirits to deal with every step that follows, knowing ?!"
She asked impatiently over and over again, and the young people became a little nervous by what she said.
Su Kui didn't say anything, and sometimes made them nervous, so that they could face any sudden unexpected situation more carefully.
After the instruction, Su Kui stayed and listened to the complete song again, and then left a few pertinent suggestions before heading back to the palace.