The Huagu Opera performed the Yao song "Weeping Song". The two people on the stage, dressed in purple and white, performed a love story about life and death. It really makes people’s eyes turn red.
Luo Qingchen wiped her tears while watching in the audience. Chu Nanxian beside him saw her so sad, frowned and said, "Suddenly I regret taking you out to watch the show."
"Don't regret it, don't regret it." She looked at his frowning expression and hurriedly shook her head and said, "What a great performance! You can be so brave for the sake of love, no matter what."
"Then there's no need to be so sad!" He gently touched her little head, with a doting smile in his eyes.
In fact, he just didn't want to see her sad.
"That's right!" Luo Qingchen nodded, feeling that it made sense, and deliberately joked: "These scenes of life and death only happen in dramas. If one day we are in the same situation as them, we will already be in disaster. Flying."
"I won't leave you!" His beautiful eyes were shining like bright moons, shining with determination.
"Our master, you are so serious!" She leaned against him habitually, with a faint smile on her lips.
It was originally a joke, but I never thought that he would be so serious.
"Give way, give way. Why don't you show me the prince as soon as he comes?" Just as Luo Qingchen was looking at it enthusiastically, there was a commotion at the door.
"Run quickly, the prince is here!"
"Don't kill me, don't kill me...ah-" Then there was a scream, and the person who screamed fell in a pool of blood.
She nodded slightly and saw Chu Nanxian's tightly furrowed brows.
When the people around him heard this, they instantly panicked. According to folk rumors, the crown prince is ruthless, cold and arrogant, with extraordinary methods.
Now I am going to see a real person, but I am not so frightened that I will lose my soul.
"Ah—" Luo Qingchen was about to stand up when she was bumped into by a rough man. Then a group of people rushed up and pushed her to a corner next to the pillar.
"Qingqing—" Chu Nanxian watched helplessly as she was submerged in the crowd, but there was no way to catch her.
But he didn't give up. Although his face was as pale as snow, he still rushed in her direction.
It wasn't until he saw her cute and confused look that he felt a little calmer.
I saw him walking forward quickly and grabbing her arm. He suddenly discovered that almost at the same time, her other arm was also grabbed by someone.
Jun Yaochen showed an evil smile on his lips, looked at Luo Qingchen in front of him and said, "If the girl likes this flower drum show, I can let them enter the Prince of Chu's Mansion and sing every night to repay the girl for... saving her life that day. kindness."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes raised slightly, looking at Chu Nanxian not far away, his eyes full of provocation.
"Thank you, Prince, for finding my wife." Chu Nanxian narrowed his eyes and gently pulled Luo Qingchen towards him. Looking directly into the eyes of Jun Yaochen in front of him, his whole body exuded a kind of indifference that would repel people thousands of miles away.
"Oh?" Jun Yaochen raised the corner of his mouth, and let go of Luo Qingchen's arm as if he was not happy. He pursed his thin lips and said, "You're welcome."
After saying that, he stood with his hands behind his hands and walked towards the troupe.
"Starting today, you will go to Prince Chu's Mansion to sing opera. If this girl doesn't like it, then think about whether you still need to live in this world." His enchanting voice sounded slowly, like a demonic voice. Well, it passed into her eardrums.
"No… "
She wanted to say something, but was stopped by Chu Nanxian beside her.
He turned his eyes slightly, frowned, looked at her and shook his head. (To be continued)