There was a wing on the second floor of the theater, and Hu Zihan was waiting for him in the wing.
"Girl?"
Liu Rumeng went upstairs, opened the door, and deliberately lowered her voice. The tail end of her originally clear voice became more seductive.
When Hu Zihan heard the voice, he drank all the wine in his glass and looked up.
The heavy headdress on the person in front of him had been completely removed, and his long hair was pulled up, looking a bit lazy and casual.
The face was covered with thick lead powder and oil paint, making it impossible to see the true appearance.
Hu Zihan was a little disappointed, but as he got closer, the facial features on Liu Rumeng's face became clear.
With such a face and such a model, she is definitely a beauty and has no chance of running away.
"I heard from the host that there was a distinguished guest coming. Rumeng came in a hurry, and the makeup was not removed yet, which stained the girl's eyes. Rumeng punished himself with a drink, please forgive me."
Liu Rumeng took a few steps forward, picked up a clean wine glass, filled it up, and poured it all down her throat.
He didn't seem to know how to drink. He coughed several times when he put down the glass, and there were a few tears in his beautiful eyes after being choked. He was pitiful and pitiful.
Hu Zihan was not very angry at first, but now that he saw the beauty crying, he was not angry, but a different kind of fire was ignited in his heart.
But it was their first official meeting, and Hu Zihan was not so anxious. She clutched the empty wine glass and asked:
"Your name is Rumeng?"
"Yes. The servant's surname is Liu, whose name is Rumeng. Liu from Yangliu, Rumeng from Rumengling."
In a country where women are respected, men with low status would call themselves servants, and women would call themselves slaves.
Liu Rumeng's voice when she replied was timid and soft, like a scared little rabbit, which could easily arouse a woman's lust.
But his voice was timid, but his movements were dignified and polite, and his eyes did not have the usual sense of flattery that wanted to cling to a noble lady.
Hu Zihan laughed twice, extremely satisfied with his performance, and because of these two words, he thought of other places and raised the corners of his mouth maliciously.
"It's like a dream, like a dream, like an illusion, like entering a dream. And the surname is Liuzhuier, hahaha, it is indeed a good name."
Her eyes were a little turbid, probably due to the decadence caused by indulgence in spending time and drinking. Although she looked good, Liu Rumeng still felt uncomfortable in her heart when she looked at her.
But it was people like this that he could hook up with.
Seeing her like this, Liu Rumeng was even more convinced that his plan was feasible.
He sat opposite Hu Zihan, smiling sweetly, chatting with her about romance or flattering her without any trace.
There is also a skill in flattery. If you are too flattering, you will feel flattery, just like other people.
Being unyielding and unyielding makes dudes like Hu Zihan feel aloof and arrogant, looking down on powerful girls like them who have no real power.
Liu Rumeng did an excellent job in this regard. He was very observant and always changed his speech and attitude based on Hu Zihan's small movements or subtle changes in his expression.
Hu Zihan felt very happy that he had found Lan Yan's confidant, and even the initial idea of only paying attention to the actor's color and figure was forgotten.
After all, it was the first time they met, and the two of them didn't have much to talk about. Soon, Hu Zihan's eyes showed some unobvious boredom.
Liu Rumeng noticed this, stood up and bowed to salute, her voice soft and charming.
"It's a dream that I can talk freely with the girl today. The makeup on Rumeng's face has not been removed. It may hurt her face after a long time, and I'm afraid the landlord will scold her. Can you please excuse yourself for the time being and meet the girl again someday? meeting."
Hu Zihan also wanted to leave, but he couldn't tell the beauty who had just become interested. Now that he took the initiative, Hu Zihan naturally wanted to leave.
"If that's the case, then I won't keep you."
Liu Rumeng's body was lightly blessed, and her departing back was graceful and graceful.
Hu Zihan looked at his back and was entranced for a moment. Seeing that the person was about to disappear before his eyes, he couldn't help but stop him.
"etc."
Liu Rumeng turned around in confusion, her loving eyes seemed to be able to speak, asking why Hu Zihan stopped him.
"The mansion will celebrate my grandfather's birthday in two days. I wonder if Rumeng will have time to add gifts to the birthday banquet?"
"Additional gifts" are fake. How could a dignified general's palace care about a birthday gift from an actor?
She was looking for an excuse to see Liu Rumeng more often.
Liu Rumeng was secretly happy, but thought of something and asked hesitantly,
"Can Ru Meng also enter the General's Mansion? I don't know what music Tai Ping likes to listen to on the day. Ru Meng should prepare early."
"What?"
Hu Zihan didn't understand his question. He lowered his eyes and saw his fingers twisting the handkerchief randomly and his confused eyes, and realized that he had misunderstood what he meant.
Liu Rumeng was an actor, and Hu Zihan might have mistakenly thought that by inviting him into the house to add gifts, he would let him sing in the house to create a lively atmosphere.
So, Hu Zihan looked relaxed and said with a smile:
"Rumeng doesn't need to prepare. You are my invited guest. You just need to come to the house and enjoy the banquet in a generous manner. As for the music that my grandfather likes, I will explain it to Master Qiu and let her arrange the others."
Having said this, she strode up to Liu Rumeng, took out an invitation for her friend from her arms, and forced it into his hand.
Letting an actor be a guest of the General's Mansion can be said to be a great compliment to him.
Hu Zihan looked at Liu Rumeng with some unknown expectation. Sure enough, he saw the admiration and flattery in his eyes. He felt very comfortable and walked downstairs swaggeringly waving his fan.
In the wing room.
Liu Rumeng's expression suddenly turned cold, and the little man's anger disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.
It even seemed like he could see some disgust at his performance just now in his eyes.
The plan went more smoothly than imagined.
Liu Rumeng threw the handkerchief on the ground casually, stood up, left the wing, walked down the stairs to his room.
After just two or three steps downstairs, a questioning voice came from behind.
Liu Rumeng didn't want to pay attention, but the voice caught his ears tightly.
It was obviously a woman's voice, but it was crisp, sweet, and not sticky at all. It was like a fresh fruit just picked from a fruit tree, which moistened his heart that had been dry for a long time.
Even the feeling of nausea caused by Hu Zihan's eyes was dispelled.
"Is today's drama over?"
Liu Rumeng turned her head and answered her question for this "kindness to dispel nausea".
"It's been over for half an hour. I'm afraid the guests may be late today."
When the woman heard this answer, she let out a disappointed sound. Then she saw the man who answered her and said in surprise:
"Are you the young master who sings on the stage in Sanri?"
How strange that a noble lady would call an actor a young master.
Don't those noble ladies who have high eyesight only think that only men with great talents and fame who are raised in their boudoirs are worthy of being called princes?
Liu Rumeng sneered in her heart, but the ice in her eyes melted a little without her noticing.
He also began to look at the appearance of the person in front of him.
