Shen Yinxiao took the pipa and sat on the high platform. The shark gauze and brocade curtains fell on all sides, gathering her in the middle. She plucked the strings a few times and made a sonorous sound.
Xu Qiuhe said with sarcasm: "As expected of a actor who has been singing for so many years, he is even more graceful than a famous actress."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt an eye like an ice knife passing by. Her heart skipped a beat and she turned her head. Wei Chengzheng's eyes were deep and he glanced at her coldly.
The look in her eyes made her panic, her breathing paused for a moment, and her scalp became numb.
When Wang Yuanjun heard the noise, she turned around and saw the glass wine glass in Wei Cheng's hand, whose face was as heavy as water.
The long and strong fingers were faintly white from exertion.
Wang Yuanjun stared for a while, then turned her head expressionlessly and looked at the figure on the stage.
Xu Qiuhe's face turned pale, he bit his lip, turned his head with some fear and reluctance, picked up the pastry on the table and took a bite.
"There's no limit to how charming you are, and how true it is to be deeply jealous. If you like it, you can comfort the person in front of you..."
A girl's faint singing came from the stage.
Originally, everyone was whispering because someone else came on stage, but when the singing started, the noise gradually subsided.
Shen Yinxiao hadn't sung for many days since she resigned from her job at Cuihua Tower. Now she suddenly opened her voice again, and her voice had a tinge of greenness, which added to the gentle sadness unique to imperial concubines in dramas.
Xu Qiuhe originally thought that this would make Shen Yinxiao feel ashamed and angry, and openly refuse. In this way, he could not only offend Wang Yuanjun's face, but also kill people with a knife.
Little did he know that this woman was so shameless and went up to sing without changing her expression.
She never guessed that Shen Yinxiao could indeed sing well.
Wei Cheng's cold eyes were in vain, but the benefits were not there yet.
She took a breath and squeezed her sleeves unconsciously.
She didn't understand, what did Wei Cheng and Li You like about such a shameless woman?
Are all men the same? Do you all like coquettish and shameless wild men?
"A hundred years of farewell is just around the corner, and a generation of beauties are all gone for the king..." The singing on the stage suddenly became low. Just a moment ago, the love of a man and his concubine suddenly changed. The king was unkind, and the beauty was short-lived.
Shen Yinxiao's eyes were sore and her voice became trembling. She endured singing the last line, stood up and returned the pipa.
In the private room, the wine glass in Wei Cheng's hand had been broken into pieces, and was actually crushed in his hand.
"Zhong Yang!" Wang Yuanjun exclaimed, "Your hand is injured!"
Fine drops of blood overflowed from the gaps between Wei Cheng's fingers. Wang Yuanjun took out his handkerchief and held his hand to wipe it for him. Wei Cheng frowned slightly.
He doesn't like people touching him.
Wang Yuanjun's hand paused in the air awkwardly for a long time, then she took it back as if nothing had happened, and clenched it into a fist in her sleeve.
Wei Cheng casually glanced at the wound in his hand, withdrew his hand and said casually: "A small wound is not a problem."
He raised his head again and met Shen Yinxiao's clear eyes.
Wei Cheng's temples suddenly jumped, as if something pricked his heart, causing a brief pain.
Those eyes made him feel a little guilty.
But in an instant he couldn't help but frown.
What does Wei Cheng have to be guilty of? She's just a woman.
Suppressing the annoyance in his heart, he casually wiped the blood stains on his hands on his sleeves, raised his eyes and said, "Go back after you finish singing."
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Shen Yinxiao and Lan Ti returned home carrying meat and vegetables.
Lanti was originally worried that she would be depressed because of this incident, but she was relieved to see Shen Yinxiao talking and laughing freely, and even helping Shen's father wash and chop vegetables after he came back.
But that day, for some reason, Shen Yinxiao suddenly hired a mason to raise the wall of his family's small courtyard by one foot overnight, and cut down the jujube tree outside the courtyard.
Father Shen and Mother Shen were puzzled. When asked the reason, Shen Yinxiao only said: "The courtyard wall is too short to prevent thieves."
At night, Shen Yinxiao was not asleep, with his eyes closed, when a thin rustling sound came from outside the yard.
She raised her eyes and looked at the silver-white moonlight outside the window. She felt extremely tired and her head ached dullly. She closed her eyes and turned over.
It was until she was about to fall asleep that a sudden chill entered the bed, and then, a cold big hand gently covered Shen Yinxiao's mouth and nose, and a familiar voice sounded low in her ears: "Don't scream, it's me. "
Wei Cheng was panting and took off his shoes to get on the bed.
Shen Yinxiao opened his eyes, reflecting the pale moonlight outside the window, looking straight at him.
A pair of scissors was pressed against Wei Cheng's chest.
Under the hazy night, Wei Cheng's face looked particularly terrifying.
He stared blankly at the scissors pressed against his chest for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked up at her in disbelief.
"You want to kill me?"
His last voice rose, almost thinking he was dreaming.
The man's voice was low and cold, and just by those phoenix eyes staring at her, Shen Yinxiao could hardly hold the scissors in her hand. Her throat rolled, she stabilized her slightly trembling hand, and moved forward another half inch. Almost piercing into his flesh.
"As long as you don't touch me." Shen Yinxiao's voice trembled, his breath became disordered, and he gasped slightly. "Please, don't force me."
The last time I pointed a sharp knife at someone, it was Zhou Yu who came to stir up trouble, and Zhou Yu died.
This time, she was trying to block people who weren't supposed to come.
Also to protect yourself.
Wei Cheng frowned, and after a long time, he actually laughed out loud.
"You think you can hurt me like this?"
"Chen Yinxiao." Wei Cheng held the scissors in one hand and his voice almost came out from between his teeth, "Don't force me."
The scissors were inexplicably fragile and broke into two halves in his hands. She was so frightened that she backed away and fell on the bed. There was a hint of crying in her voice and she said to the shadow that almost enveloped her: "You can't Let me go, Wei Cheng."
"What's wrong with you? Are you sad?" Wei Cheng stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. His rough fingertips traced her delicate cheeks and lifted her chin, "Because of what happened today? Because they asked you to go up and sing. , I didn’t speak for you?”
Shen Yinxiao didn't want to experience such a straightforward humiliation again.
"Is this thing making you so angry? You even raised the wall of your house overnight, so you don't want to see me?"
Wei Cheng pinned her down on the bed, throwing the broken scissors aside casually, leaning forward to kiss her face, sticking out his tongue to lick the tiny mole in the corner of her eye.
Slightly salty with remaining tears.
"Didn't you sing and play the piano every day on Cuihua Road? Today you just played a song at Chunfeng Tower, so you are so angry. Neither Cuihua Tower nor the brothel saw anything wrong with you. What on earth is wrong... ..”
Before he finished speaking, a crisp slap sounded on the left side of Wei Cheng's face.
Wei Cheng was stunned.
Until a burning pain reminded him that he had been slapped by a woman.
He stared at the woman with red eyes, biting her lip and looking at him stubbornly. He slowly raised his hand and touched the left side of his face.
He pursed his thin lips tightly and couldn't help but stick out his tongue to touch his back molars.
At this moment, he really wanted to kill someone.
No one ever dared to slap him.
The fragile neck was close at hand, and with just a slight push from him, the woman in front of him would break her neck bones and die miserably in his hands, but he never thought of taking action.
He swallowed and said tremblingly: "You..."
Give her a chance to explain first, he thought.
If the explanation is not good, then kill him.
"Is playing music in Cuihua Building lower than playing music for you in Chunfeng Building?" Shen Yinxiao interrupted him before he could speak, "I play music in Cuihua Building to support my family and myself, and You listened to me playing music in Chunfeng Tower just to humiliate me and find some boring fun for your extremely boring life. I am much nobler than you, so you should feel ashamed."
As if a dagger was suddenly thrust into his heart, Wei Chenghou almost crushed his molar teeth, "What are you, don't confuse me with them, when did I ever think of humiliating you!"
"I didn't say anything to stop them." Wei Cheng paused, "I've told you a long time ago that I can't accommodate you in everything..."
"Since there is no other way, please, Mr. Shaojun, please don't come to me in the future."
"Do you really want to do this?"
Shen Yinxiao pushed him away, but was afraid that the noise would be too loud and wake up the people in the yard, so he lowered his voice and said, "Please keep your voice down, so that no one can see you."
Wei Cheng's face turned pale, and his arms started to tremble slightly.
Shen Yinxiao was a little afraid of what he was doing and softened his voice: "I know that Young Master has something to hide, and I don't need Young Master to take any responsibility..."
"You don't have to take any responsibility?" He looked grim and sneered: "This way you can go find your brother Xingzhou, right?"
