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Hua Dan on the stage lifted her eyelids, and at the same time opened the folding fan painted with lotus flowers, and sang "Xiao Lang said, seeing this lotus is like seeing me", lingeringly, and glanced at the direction of the gate. Murong Yongzheng chatted enthusiastically with Wei Guogong: "I wonder if you have a reservation for a private seat?"

It has never been a secret that Wei Guogong likes to watch operas, he came here for this new Yao family class.

Duke Wei laughed boldly and said, "I came today on a whim, but I never booked a private seat."

He is a frequent visitor to Tianyin Pavilion, even if he didn't book a private seat, Xiao Er will help him find a way to coordinate.

But today it is obvious that there is no room for Xiao Er to play, Murong Yong hurriedly said: "Master Wei, this junior has reserved a private seat, there is a saying, meeting is worse than meeting by chance, why don't you sit in the private seat of junior?"

Duke Wei has always been informal and readily agreed.

Murong Yong was overjoyed, his eyes revealed extraordinary splendor.

Since he returned from Qingzhou's meritorious service last time, although he has been promoted to the fifth rank of Xiaoqi Lieutenant, it is only a false title.

The status of the Duke of Wei's mansion in the Dajing Dynasty is detached, and the status of the Duke of Wei in the army is even more unshakable.

Murong Yong wanted to make friends with him a long time ago, but he was not good at clinging to him hastily. It was fate and a rare opportunity to meet him in Tianyin Pavilion today.

At least, Duke Wei will remember his name from today on.

Murong Yong stretched out his hand to make a petition, and led Wei Guogong to the private seat on the second floor.

The two chatted very happily, but most of the time it was Murong Yong who was talking: "Master Wei, it's a pity that you came a step late, the first fold has already been sung."

"Yao's class really lives up to its reputation. Look at this Huadan's singing voice and figure...it is also one of the best in the capital."

"Also Tsing Yi just sang well..."

Murong Yong talked eloquently, while Wei Guogong only said a few words such as "it's a pity" and "not bad".

While the two were talking, they stepped into an elegant seat on the second floor facing the stage.

Xiao Er knew that this "Master Wei" liked to burn knives, so he served them a jar of burning knives as quickly as possible.

Murong Yong personally poured the wine for Duke Wei, then raised his glass with both hands, and toasted to Duke Wei: "Master, I will toast you at the end."

At this time, there was no one else in the private seat, so Murong Yong no longer called Master Wei.

Duke Wei sniffed the aroma of the wine in the cup, smiled and praised: "Good wine!"

When he laughed loudly, he had the pride and arrogance of a prince. He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. The spicy wine fell into his stomach, and he felt his stomach burning, and the winter cold was swept away.

"For most of my life, I have enjoyed countless fine wines." Wei Guogong laughed, "The burning knife is my favorite, and other drinks always feel dull..."

He stopped talking in the middle of the sentence.

On the rough, black-chested face, a pair of brows were tightly knit into knots, showing a look of pain, even the blue veins on the forehead stood out, and a little bit of cold sweat broke out rapidly.

Murong Yong also saw that Wei Guogong's face was not right, so he called out cautiously, "Guo Gong..."

Before the last word could be uttered, Duke Wei's face twitched violently, he leaned forward, and a mouthful of blood vomited from his lips...

"vomit!"

Half of a pool of bright red blood was spit out in the private seat, and the other half was sprayed out from the window, like a rushing rain of blood.

Rain of blood dripped down from the second floor and spilled into the lobby downstairs.

Those spectators were watching the play, and they didn't notice the movement above, they just felt some liquid dripping on their heads, and couldn't help frowning.

Several people subconsciously raised their hands to touch their heads, and then looked up, only to find that their palms were stained with blood, and some blood dripped on the melon and fruit snacks on the table.

"Blood!"

A sharp female voice suddenly sounded from the audience, the voice was so sharp and so high-pitched.

Several other spectators who were splashed with blood also noticed it. Some looked up to the second floor, some screamed, some got up quickly, and some covered their mouths in shock.

The lobby on the first floor suddenly became a mess, with exclamations and shouts from men, women and children one after another:

"Why is there blood here?"

"Look, the blood dripped from the private seat on the second floor..."

"Killed! Xiao Er, hurry up and report to the police!"

"..."

In the chaos, a young man's hoarse roar came from the second floor private seat: "Come on, call the doctor!"

Only then did the shopkeeper of Tianyin Pavilion come to his senses, he quickly summoned a few waiters, ordered one to invite the doctor, another to report to the official, and called two waiters to go upstairs to check the situation.

The shopkeeper himself stayed in the lobby, comforting the shocking guests for a while, and ordering the blood-stained tables and chairs to be cleaned up quickly.

In the lobby, commotion was endless.

Some of the good-natured people went upstairs to watch the fun, while others were flustered, like ants on the hot pot, and they didn't have the heart to watch the show.

Even so, the sound of silk and bamboo still didn't stop, echoing in the air, all the actors on the stage didn't change their expressions, either singing or dancing to the music.

The protagonists of this scene are Huadan who plays the princess and Xiaosheng who plays the prince of the Houfu.

The princess fell ill for a while because of the provocation of the singing girl. At this time, she was recovering from a serious illness. A few steps away, the son of the Hou family apologized and pleaded guilty with sincere words.

The sound of the music then became sad and cold as frost, making people seem to be able to see a tree of white plums suddenly blooming in the cold wind.

The beautiful Hua Dan turned her head sadly, as if she couldn't look directly at her beloved fiancé, her deep eyes looked towards the private seat on the second floor.

There was a faint light in those deep eyes.

The next moment, Huadan covered her face with her sleeves, as if she was holding back something.

On the stage, the sad and depressing atmosphere permeated with Hua Dan's every move, forming a sharp contrast with the riot in the lobby.

After a while, Xiao Er came hurriedly along with an old doctor with gray hair and carrying a medicine box.

It was a cold day in the twelfth lunar month, but the old doctor was sweating profusely from running, and went upstairs.

Gu Yanfei looked at the lobby downstairs, then at the blood-stained window sill next door, casually playing with the small and unique white porcelain wine glass in his hand, and boasted with his small face tilted: "I'm sure!"

"Sure." Chu Yi smiled softly, as gentle as jade.

Of course, he had no doubts about her ability.

While drinking, Gu Yanfei said affirmatively, "He should be suffering from an old illness."

Just now, the first time she saw Wei Guogong, she could tell that he had an outbreak of an old disease, and he would come aggressively, quite dangerously.

That's why Gu Yanfei said that he was going to be unlucky.

Xiao Shi just stood outside the private seat, pricked up his ears, as if a cat was scratching his heart, and really wanted to ask Duke Wei if he was in danger of his life.

However, Chu Yi and him are not of the same heart.

"Duke Wei has always been in good health. He has reached the age of knowing his destiny, and his skills are still the same as before..." Chu Yi said thoughtfully. Regarding the old illness that Gu Yanfei mentioned, he had some vague guesses.

The sound of silk and bamboo became sad again and turned intense, with far-reaching meanings. When Gu Yanfei looked at the stage again, he saw that Hua Dan had stepped down again.

Although there were still seven or eight actors on the stage, to her, it became a boring play again.

Gu Yanfei thought of something, and hurriedly went to look through the excerpt of the play next to him. After flipping through it, he realized that the next play that Hua Dan would appear on stage was the next one.

boring!

Gu Yanfei yawned lazily, only to hear another loud commotion from below, as if someone had roughly knocked on the door.

A group of tall and mighty government servants hurriedly arrived, and rushed into the lobby aggressively, all of them were stern-faced, as if they were hostile to the visitor.

The atmosphere in the lobby suddenly became solemn.

The guests were afraid that they would accidentally offend the officials, so they were all silent, and only the sound of wind and rain and singing still floated in the air, like complaints or anger.

"My lord, the Yacha is here." Xiao Shi, who was guarding the door of the private seat, stretched his neck to look around, and said enthusiastically, "I'll go and have a look."

Before the words were finished, Xiao Shi had already disappeared.

Seeing Gu Yanfei flipping through the playbook, Chu Yi also leaned over to look at it, his half black hair fell to his chest, and his well-defined chin outlined a slender and gentle arc.

A strand of hair from his temple brushed against Gu Yanfei's white cheeks inadvertently, gently and softly.

itchy! Gu Yanfei subconsciously raised a finger to brush the lock of hair, the hair in the tentacles was cold and smooth, like a piece of fine silk.

"..." On Chu Yi's slender neck, the Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly, meeting Gu Yanfei's eyes looking at him.

The eyes of the two met, and their faces were very close to each other.

"Young master!" When Xiao Shi came back, what he saw was this intimate scene, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

My son was molested? !

Xiao Shi was stunned, inexplicably feeling that he seemed to be disturbing something, and also as if he was superfluous.

Thoughts flashed by, Xiao Shi kept talking, frothing about the situation next door:

"Just now, those yamen in Jingzhao Mansion almost took Murong Yong down, but when Murong Yong revealed his identity as a fourth-rank guerrilla general, those yamen guards didn't dare to take him down, but the yamen guards didn't leave."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Shi left like a gust of wind, and after a while, he ran back again: "The doctor just checked Wei Guogong's pulse, and gave him an needle to stop the bleeding."

This time, he got a comment from Gu Yanfei: "It's useless."

When Xiaoshi ran back from the next door for the third time, his eyes were almost glowing, and he said adoringly: "Miss Gu, you are right, Duke Wei is still vomiting blood, he vomits after an injection."

Xiao Shi made a lot of gestures.

Gu Yanfei closed the playbook and murmured, "It's almost there."

"..." Xiao Shi didn't hear what she said, and blinked in confusion.

Just as Gu Yanfei was about to get up, he thought about something again, and quickly downed the last two sips of wine in the glass, then stood up again, stroked his robe with one hand, fluttered his sleeves with the other hand, and greeted Chu Yi with a smile: "Let's go, let's go!" Take a look."