Meng Qingyang was once a famous actor in Xijing City. He was good-looking, handsome in appearance, and had excellent singing voice and figure. He achieved great success when he first appeared on stage. He became famous overnight and became popular throughout Xijing.
At that time, there was a saying in Xijing City that if you had not seen Mr. Meng's play, that would be the biggest regret in your life. It is precisely for this reason that for a long time, it was difficult to get a ticket for the drama starring Meng Qingyang.
"Mr. Meng is one of those people who is rewarded by God. Even if he chooses to retire due to physical discomfort, no one can replace him in the Liyuan Bank even if there are many descendants." Song Yaojia told Shen Cha and Jin Miaomiao explained, "You are far away from the border, so you may not feel this. In those years, Mr. Meng was a guest in all the mansions." He lowered his voice and whispered in the ears of the two of them, "The Queen Mother also asked my father to I invited him, but unfortunately, there were frequent wars at the border, and when the war ended, he stopped singing. When the Queen Mother heard the news, she was particularly sad. I didn't expect it!" He looked and was supported by two shadows. Meng Qingyang, who lives there, said, "When he announced his retirement, I found it very strange. I couldn't feel the decline in his condition at all. Now it seems that there is something hidden inside."
"Your Highness, Xiaocha is not interested at all in how Mr. Meng sang and how popular he was at that time." Jin Miaomiao pointed at the middle-aged man who was controlled by the patrol battalion soldiers, "I am most interested in that hidden secret."
Shen Cha didn't speak, he just smiled at Jin Miaomiao, turned his head and glanced at Song Yaojia, and cupped his hand towards him.
"On Mr. Meng's case, His Highness must still make the decision."
Knowing that Shen Cha was in trouble, Song Yaojia did not refuse. She was very interested in the inside story and was naturally happy to take over.
He looked at the situation around him. They were still at the entrance of the theater. Because of Meng Qingyang's sudden request for help, many people gathered around the entrance. There were also many people who had liked Meng Qingyang and praised him.
Song Yaojia felt that since everyone knew that there was a hidden secret, she could just try the case at the entrance of the theater and expose all the mess in front of the people in the city. Moreover, they had sent people back to the palace to deliver messages before. It was difficult to say that Song Jue, a very curious guy, would not drag Shen Haolin and Bai Meng out to watch the fun.
Knowing that the case would be tried at the door, the soldiers from the patrol battalion not only maintained the order around them, but also called out everyone in the theater, moved tables and chairs from inside, and prepared paper, ink, pens, and inkstones.
The middle-aged man and the current pillar of the theater, the young boy named Meng Qingxue, were pinned to the ground by the soldiers. Because Meng Qingyang suffered too many injuries, Song Yaojia specially ordered him to sit on a small stool, with a shadow beside him to hold him up to prevent him from falling due to lack of strength.
Meng Qingxue was so frightened by this huge formation that she couldn't speak. He was confused now and couldn't understand why Meng Qingyang, who was just besieging a mere area, made such a big noise that even the prince was alarmed. .
He glared fiercely at Meng Qingyang who was sitting on the side. No matter what, it was this good-for-nothing who was responsible for the trouble, and he would not stop until his death was imminent.
"Who are you kneeling down? Tell me your name!" Mei Zhu whipped her whip in the direction of Meng Qingxue, "As for you, don't look around!"
"Ah!" Meng Qingxue was startled, thinking that the whip was going to hit her body, and she subconsciously shrank her neck, "Meng Qingxue, a grassroots citizen, yes, yes."
"Shut up!" Mei Zhu whipped the middle-aged man, "What's your name!"
The middle-aged man from the "grassroots" swallowed a mouthful of saliva. After being whipped, his arrogance was not as arrogant as before. Especially after knowing who the person sitting in front of him was, his whole person became depressed. Basically, he had questions. Must answer. "Teng Xinyi, a grassroots man, is the owner of this Xiyuan restaurant."
"What is the relationship between Mr. Meng and you?"
"Yes Yes"
"Stop hesitating and say it!"
"me"
"It's not that he's hesitant, but it's hard to say it!"
A loud female voice came from the crowd. Everyone followed the sound and saw a lady leading two maids walking in from the crowd.
"Who is this"
Shen Cha looked familiar to this lady, but couldn't remember who she was or where he had seen her, so he had to ask Song Yaojia quietly.
"It's Mrs. Zhongwu Uncle." Seeing Shen Cha frowning, Song Yaojia quickly added, "It's the step-wife. You should have met her at the Queen Mother's place when you came back last time."
Shen Cha nodded, looked at Mrs. Zhongwu Bo who had already arrived in front of them, and bowed slightly to return the greeting.
"I have met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and General Shen!"
"Madam, no courtesy, please take a seat!" Song Yaojia raised her hand and asked Mrs. Zhongwu Bo to sit down beside her, "Madam, what did you mean by what you just said is unspeakable?"
"Your Highness, before I married into Uncle Zhongwu's house, I was once a member of the theater troupe. Even if I didn't say it, everyone knew it." Mrs. Zhongwu Uncle looked at Meng Qingyang and sighed softly, "I was once fortunate enough to marry Mr. Meng. We acted together together, so we know some inside information. This Teng Xinyi is Mr. Meng’s sworn brother. Once upon a time, the two of us were so good that we couldn’t tell apart each other, they were closer than real brothers.”
"Oh? That's it!" Song Yaojia raised an eyebrow, "If Madam doesn't tell you, I really don't know."
"Not many people know their true relationship." Mrs. Zhongwu Bo sneered, "Teng Xinyi also studied opera, but his conditions were not good and he had no talent, so he had no opera to sing at all. But he and Meng The relationship between the young masters is particularly good. After Mr. Meng became famous, the two of them were inseparable, and later they even bought this theater together. If I hadn't overheard the conspiracy between Teng Xinyi and this Meng Qingxue, I might have been fascinated by their deep brotherly love. I’m so moved! But I didn’t expect that the truth is so terrifying.”
"How scary is that?"
"Teng Xinyi never really made friends with Mr. Meng from the beginning. He believed that Mr. Meng could become famous instantly and become a famous actor in Xijing City. Therefore, he became brothers with Mr. Meng when he was studying art. Two years later, As he expected, Mr. Meng became famous, and he naturally became the most trusted and most powerful person around him. Mr. Meng only needs to concentrate on singing, and all other trivial matters are left to Teng Xinyi, a good brother, to take care of. But he How could you have thought that this good brother has always harbored evil intentions and been taking advantage of him?" Mrs. Zhongwu Bo glanced at Teng Xinyi, sneered, and pointed at Meng Qingxue, who had begun to tremble, "This guy seems to have He is Mr. Meng’s apprentice, and his true identity is Teng Xinyi’s nephew, but he lied to Mr. Meng that he was an orphan.”
"Orphan?" Song Yaojia shook her head gently, "The household registration will not change."
"Your Highness, what Mrs. Ruo Bo said is true. Household registration can also be changed." Shen Cha sneered, "Just spend some money."
"The general is right, especially if you want to enter the opera business, it is very simple to change your household registration. Mr. Meng is a very soft-hearted and kind-hearted man. After hearing their fabricated life experience, I felt very sorry for this boy. He accepted him as a disciple and even treated him like his own son, passing on all his skills to him. He also took him to many mansions to sing and sing. But Teng Xinyi's uncle and nephew were not satisfied. What they wanted was to replace him with Mr. Meng. As for Liyuan Xing, although hard work is emphasized, talent is also very important. None of their uncles and nephews have this talent, so they can't surpass Mr. Meng. Therefore, they are unwilling to surpass their predecessors, so they can't surpass their predecessors. Total destruction.”
"Mr. Meng's voice?"
"Yes!" Mrs. Zhongwu Bo nodded, "That time I happened to hear their plan to destroy Mr. Meng's voice."
"Did you tell Mr. Meng to be careful?"
"Yes, I have told Mr. Meng very clearly, but Mr. Meng did not believe what I said. Instead, he warned me not to sow discord between them." Mrs. Zhongwu Bo sighed, "I have no evidence to prove what I said. If so, I could only leave the theater troupe and go to Jiangnan with my two maids to relax, and then I met my uncle by chance." She glanced at Meng Qingyang, whose face was full of regret, "Speaking of which, I also want to thank Mr. Meng, if it weren't for you Even if you scold me, I won’t find someone as good as my uncle.”
"I" Meng Qingyang said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I didn't know at the time."
"What do you have to say about Mrs. Bo's accusation?" Song Yaojia waved her hand, interrupting Meng Qingyang's words. He looked at Teng Xinyi with a smile, "Do you admit it?"
"Mr. Meng's injuries and ruined voice speak volumes." Jin Miaomiao stood up, walked to Meng Qingyang and gave him a simple examination, looking at Song Yaojia and Shen Chaqing. He shook his head lightly, "There are many old injuries. Although they are not life-threatening, they will cause him to suffer from illness for decades to come."
"Can't it be cured?"
"If you have to follow him for the rest of your life, the pain will be worse than death." Jin Miaomiao sighed with regret, "Boss Teng, and this little brother, you should be happy to hear this result, right?"
"That's right!" Meng Qingxue suddenly raised her head and said fiercely, "I'm very happy to hear this. He deserves to end up like this! Since he accepted me as his disciple, why did he still accept the disciple? Why didn't he keep these opportunities? What about me? Why do you always suppress me and don't let me come forward? If we don't kill him, even now, I will be a small character with no name! "
"Is this your purpose? But why didn't you make him disappear in the first place?"
"That's a good question. He has always looked down on me and always found fault with me, saying that I am not good here or that I am not good there." Meng Qingxue's eyes turned red because of extreme anger, "I just want to make He stared at me, "I am more famous than him, more popular than him, and I earn more money than him! And he" he pointed at Meng Qingyang, "is just an old, ugly, forgotten thing!"
"Mr. Meng, did you hear clearly?" Mrs. Zhongwu Bo spread her hands, "I reminded you not to trust anyone credulously. Unfortunately, although you know now, it is already too late!"
Before Meng Qingyang could answer, he heard a "bang" and raised his head to look over. Shen Cha's fist hit the table hard.
