Rebirth of the Tyrant’s Pet: Regent Prince is too Fierce

Chapter 53: Drunk in your arms

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... He directly ordered my mother-in-law to create various opportunities for him to meet my aunt. My mother-in-law refused, and he said that she was not subject to her husband's orders, disrespected her wife's responsibility, and wanted to abort the child in her womb.

The mother-in-law became disheartened because of me. She initially stopped it, but she was too lazy to care. She watched her husband and her sister hanging out with cold eyes, and she sang in the mansion every day. "

Gong Yimo originally listened in a daze, but when he heard this, his expression froze for a moment, but he saw Shen Shiye smiled as if he didn't care.

"I was still young at the time, but one of them, I remember very clearly, sing for you..."

Saying that, Shen Shiye cleared his throat in a serious way, and sang softly...

"Have you ever thought... The ten nights in the Spring Pavilion are warm and cold, so the bird came to the phoenix's nest..."

His youthful clear voice turned around in the streets and alleys. It was obviously a "Fake Phoenix" opera that women could sing, but he sang it in such a low voice without any sadness.

"do you know?"

He stopped abruptly and said to Gong Yimo, "My father and my wife were pregnant, so I never set foot in the main courtyard again. It was exactly ten nights in total, and when my mother gave birth to me, he was not by my side, so my mother was for me. The name Toya is full of irony! She hates me for the house and Wu..."

"Such a sloppy life is far from the wanton life she wanted, so she became more and more obsessed with opera. In the end, she was in the palace, regardless of everyone's opposition, and forced out all the New Year's actors and performed Farewell My Concubine on the stage. Her last sword was really blood splattered three feet, I was in the audience at the time, she didn't even leave me a last word..."

Shen Shiye's voice trembled slightly.

Afterwards, the matter was very simple. His father, the king, desperately wanted to marry his aunt and reached an agreement with his grandmother. As long as the grandmother agreed, no matter how many children there were in the palace, he would be the one who inherited it in the end. That's why the grandmother let the woman in. The door, from aunt to stepmother.

Gong Yimo gradually became more awake. She seemed to be able to imagine how the woman with heavy makeup sang the last play alone on stage. Such a life, for a woman whose heart was higher than the sky, was indeed It was too torturous. After all, she was a woman who grew up under the influence of feudal ideology. Even if she was maverick, she could not escape this pattern.

Feeling the deep sadness emanating from the big boy beside him, Gong Yimo rubbed his swollen head, and suddenly brought his face forward with a thief and winked with a smile.

"Singing... I can't, but I can dance, do you want to watch it?"

Shen Shiye was immersed in pessimism. Hearing Gong Yimo's words, he couldn't help but look at her flat body and laughed, "Dancing? Just you?"

"yes!"

Gong Yimo jumped a little farther, then Yingying turned around and raised her head, thinking that her movements were very elegant and graceful. She was wearing the simplest training clothes, but because of drinking, her simple turning movement made her stumble. All of a sudden, that funny appearance made Shen Shiye feel better inexplicably.

"Look at you, do you want to play a drunken madness for the young master? Don't mess with the eyes of the master."

When Gong Yimo heard this, she stared at him with big blank eyes in dissatisfaction. She didn't sober up, she just muttered to herself stupidly.

"I dance, but even the royal father and the others have never seen it. God, you are so lucky!"

Shen Shiye couldn't help laughing, "I've never seen someone so boastful and selfish, okay, if you want to dance, you can dance, it's not good-looking, I don't blame you at most, sir!"

Hearing what he said, Gong Yimo smiled in satisfaction and took another step forward. At this time, they were standing on a spacious street with bluestone slabs at their feet, and shops with closed doors on both sides. More shouting.

And Shen Shiye sat on the stone steps in front of the door and looked at her, but he wanted to enjoy it, an honor that the emperor did not have.

Gong Yimo pulled off the hair band on his head and danced the most common sacrificial dance in this time and space, He Qingtian.

Wanfeng picked up her long hair, and she was pampered in this life, so her blue silk was kept soft and bright, and as the body rotated, it was entangled in the swirling, wispy strands, disturbing people's hearts.

Maybe it was because of her martial arts practice that she could easily perform those difficult movements, or maybe it was because of her drunkenness. She performed the elegant and dignified dance steps at this time, which was more dashing and free.

This is just the group dance song Gong Yimo saw during a sacrifice to the sky. Because of the special and solemn movements, a mysterious ancient style made her remember it firmly.

But it is still very difficult for her to imitate. Although she has memorized most of the movements, there are still many places that cannot be connected. It is easy to jump around in vague places.

The dance of offering sacrifices to the heavens is inherently sacred and unbeautiful, but in Shen Shiye's opinion, this is the most beautiful dance he has ever seen.

Gong Yimo jumped vigorously, but the alcohol got on her head, and her body became more and more unresponsive. Finally, she turned around, but her left foot mixed with her right, and she fell straight forward!

Shen Shiye almost reflexively rushed over to catch her and hugged her! For the first time, the girl's body fragrance and tenderness formed a clear consciousness in his mind!

Gong Yimo raised his head, and the warm smell of alcohol blew on Shen Shiye's face. He didn't even dislike it, but he said, "What a drunk! Fortunately, you met my little master!"

The palace Yimo suddenly muttered.

"Shen Shiye."

"what!"

"You...you have to be careful...your stepmother." Gong Yimo leaned halfway in his arms, and she said, "If one day...um...you are in danger...no...nowhere to go, you...you can trust me. ."

She said vaguely, but Shen Shiye could hear it clearly. He stared at her with his shining eyes open for a moment, but his heart was warmer than ever before.

The world only sees the scenery in front of others, and who knows who is behind, he has no one to be trusted, and struggles hard, and only this little girl who has only known each other for a long time will ask him to believe her under such circumstances.

Shen Shiye's arrogant expression couldn't help softening, he couldn't help pinching Gong Yi Mo's tender little face, no wonder she liked it, it felt really good.

"Stinky girl! Hmph... Your words, my lord, I... remember!"

"What are you doing?!"

Just when Shen Shiye was about to take Gong Yimo back to rest, an angry voice came, and Gong Yimo had already fallen asleep, breathing very evenly on Shen Shiye's neck.

He raised his head, and at the end of the street, a man with a golden crown on his head and a black robe was glaring at him!

He was panting slightly, and his bun was slightly sharp, and at this time there was no servant behind him, and Shen Shiye recognized him just the same.

"Yo, isn't this His Royal Highness?" He protected Gong Yimo even tighter, with a fearless smile on his face, "It's really strange that the prince is here so late."