216 “Drunken Bones (Guyan 1v1 High H)” Fanhua Villa Extra – West Wing

Autumn is gradually receding, the cold wind is blowing, and all the remaining leaves are falling off the branches.The biting wind blows in with the biting wind, and even the usually warm sun seems a bit colder. Yan Zhaozhao has become more and more lazy recently, staying in the flower-filled villa but unwilling to go anywhere, not even willing to take half a step out of the door of Dongnuan Pavilion.

Without him, it’s just because it’s really freezing outside.

Girls have always loved beauty, especially Yan Zhaozhao, who dislikes wearing too much and not looking good. She always wears too few clothes to make people feel cold.As a result, Xie Ciyan saw that she was so thinly dressed and was not allowed to go outside to enjoy the air.She turned around and was afraid that she would be bored here, so she asked Huo Sui to go outside to collect some interesting words and books for her to relieve her boredom. However, after reading them for a few days, she felt bored again.

On this day, Xie Ciyan went out to find the most famous opera troupe in the city to enter the village. Yan Zhaozhao had never been very interested in this kind of opera, but she didn’t want to spoil the interest of her beloved, so she pulled Bi Luo forward to enjoy it together.

The snow was falling hard that day, and there were fine pieces of ice hanging from the corners of the eaves. However, the stage had already been set up, the fire was rising, and it was surrounded by curtains and screens. Amid the wind and snow, only a warm world was left.

Yan Zhaozhao’s fingertips circled the pattern of the hollow copper cover of the stove again and again. The candlelight on the stage was too bright. She squinted her eyes slightly, but she still couldn’t stop the invading tiredness until that voice came through the snow.

——”When I hear the singing outside the wall, my heart feels like silkworms squabbling.”

——”Who can resonate with the deep love?”

——”The pulse and the speechless complement each other, and the sky teaches people to be frightened in their dreams.”

The last note swayed slightly, as if someone plucked a string in her heart. She suddenly stopped her fingertips and raised her eyes.Just then, in the shadow of snow-colored lights, a scholar wearing a plain white gown slowly walked out. His face was handsome and his voice was gentle, as if filled with strong affection.

The scholar stood in the center of the stage. The dim candlelight slanted down from the corners of the eaves, reflecting his slightly rolled robes and tall figure. At a glance, he actually looked a bit like the handsome young man walking out of the painting.

As soon as the tune changed, he fluttered his sleeves and turned around, his voice was like jade beads falling from a disk, and the opera he sang was the part in “The Romance of the West Chamber” where Zhang Junrui stayed at Pujiu Temple at night, listened to the piano by the window, and fell in love.——“It’s hard to tell whether the good times will be waiting for you, but I only hope that the red gauze is separated by the warmth of dreams.”

His voice is not like the high-pitched accent of ordinary Hua Dan. Instead, it is gentle and gentle, like spring water flowing through my heart.When he reaches the emotional point of singing, he gently lifts the folding fan, as if caressing the willows, or caressing the heart. The affection in his eyes is endless. It is obvious that he is just singing, but it makes people feel like they have seen the beauty in their dreams arriving gracefully, which suddenly makes people feel a bit regretful.

Yan Zhaozhao was sitting under the stage, wearing a white fox fur and holding a copper stove in her hand. She was fascinated by it for a moment.Although he leaned slightly to talk to Bi Luo sitting next to him, his eyes refused to move away from the stage for a moment.”This singer sings really well. Those eyes… are as clean as if they can see through people’s hearts. It’s much more interesting than the ones I heard in the palace before.”

Bi Luo pursed her lips and smiled, tilted her head and said, “Madam Yazhi, I can’t understand even half of the words, but I think the words are sung very nicely.”

During this trip incognito, everyone concealed their identity. It was only said that the son of a noble family in the capital came to stay in this villa with his wife.It’s a lot of extraneous. Whenever outsiders are present, she will address herself as a wife to hide from others.

Yan Zhaozhao narrowed her eyes and stared intently at the scholar on the stage who was smiling with his sleeves covered. He moved his lips slightly and murmured in a low voice, “If he was born to be a scholar, he should look like this…”

Her voice was so soft that even Bi Luo beside her couldn’t hear her clearly.But these words are like a wisp of sweet wind, quietly swirling through my heart.Only Yan Zhaozhao knew it. Seeing the scholar’s robes fluttering and singing love words with spring in his eyes, a familiar and nostalgic figure could not help but appear in her heart. It was hidden deep in her dreams, in her heart, and in the softest place at the apex of her heart.

She couldn’t help but have a slight blush on her cheeks, a blush spreading from the edges of her ears, and a shy smile on her lips.

It happened that a cold wind blew across the bead curtain, and Xie Ciyan was standing behind the curtain.He couldn’t hear what his sweetheart and Bi Luo were whispering, but he could clearly see that her cheeks were red and her eyes were full of light, and she never moved away from the scholar from the beginning to the end.

The man’s hands behind his back tightened slightly, and his palms clenched into fists.The expression on his face was still calm, but his usually clear eyes slowly sank, and his eyes were like a bottomless cold pool.

Before the play was finished, the scholar on the stage was still singing affectionately and emotionally, and the women in the audience were mesmerized.The bead curtain moved slightly and the cold wind blew in, but it still didn’t disturb her at all.

Xie Ciyan held his hands and entered. He was dressed in a black brocade robe that made him handsome, with gentle eyebrows and less of the sharp look of an emperor.He walked quietly to Yan Zhaozhao’s side, and the smile in his eyes faded slightly, falling on her eyes that were looking straight at the stage.

Yan Zhaozhaoshang was immersed in the opera, and the lingering sound lingered in her ears. Her eyes unconsciously fell on the scholar in plain clothes again, her eyes were burning, and there was unconcealable appreciation and fascination in her eyes.Xie Ciyan pursed his lips slightly and his eyes were light. For the first time, he felt that the lyrics and music were really noisy.

“Madam, are you ready for lunch?” Xie Ciyan naturally sat down next to her. His tone was soft and gentle. Only the word “Madam” was particularly emphasized, as if he was signaling something to the people around him. “How can this play be so beautiful? It’s so fascinating to watch it.”

She didn’t even notice when he sat down.

Only then did Yan Zhaozhao suddenly come back to her senses. She turned her head to look at him and saw it was Xie Ciyan. A smile appeared on her lips, but she was slightly startled by the hidden meaning in his eyes. “Why are Xie Langjun here?”

“Come and see Madam.” He said, with extremely casual and natural movements, he lifted up a strand of hair that fell by her ear, and entwined it with his fingertips, speaking in an understated tone. “Madam is so fascinated. Does she think this opera is good at singing, or… the person who sings this opera is good?”

His tone was gentle, but the end of his voice could not help but be a little deeper. His voice was very close, as if he wanted to bring her burning gaze back to him, “Huh?”

Yan Zhaozhao had some hidden thoughts in his heart at this moment, but he couldn’t tell the hidden meaning in his words. He replied casually without thinking, “What’s the problem? If the opera is sung well, the credit of the opera singer is indispensable.”

After she finished speaking, she raised her hand to pick up the tea cup and took a sip, but her eyes quietly fell back on the actor and scholar on the stage again.

When the play ended, the snow outside had stopped, and the night wind was a bit colder.Yan Zhaozhao walked out of the stage holding the heater, walking briskly, as if she was in a very happy mood. After taking two steps, she suddenly turned back and glanced at the stage, where she saw the scholar in plain clothes straightening his clothes, with an elegant look and gentle manner, just like the gentle lover sung in the play.

After that day, Yan Zhaozhao somehow became more and more interested in “The Romance of the West Chamber”.The next day, she was extremely afraid of the cold and went to the courtyard where the theater troupe rested. She stayed there for an hour.It wasn’t until Xie Ciyan came back from handling official duties and saw no one in the room that she learned that she had gone to find the actor and scholar again.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but he was not in a hurry to take the person back.He just lifted his robe and sat down, tapping his slender fingertips rhythmically on the table, once and again. When the mysterious black figure silently appeared in front of him, his fingertips suddenly paused, and his voice was low and cold, “Where did that actor come from?”

The visitor knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and composed his reply: “Go back to my master, the theater troupe is called ‘Lan Yuan’, and it is a well-known actor in the south of the city. In the past three months, it has become famous because of a production of “The Peony Pavilion”. The actor’s name is Yanyu, and she is the most famous actress in the class. She has learned art in the theater troupe since she was a child. Her background is innocent and there is nothing wrong with it.”

“Without power or power?” Xie Ciyan raised his eyebrows and spoke in a calm tone, as if he didn’t take this person seriously.His gaze deepened a little, as if he was deep in thought. After a moment, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, but without any hint of a smile, “Keep an eye on the people in Lanyuan, don’t disturb them.”

“Yes.” After the black shadow responded, it disappeared as quietly as it came.

When Xie Ciyan came alone to the courtyard where the theater troupe rested, he heard Yan Yu’s clear and melodious voice before he even entered the door, singing the same “The Romance of the West Chamber”.His steps were a little heavier, and there was a “plop” sound on the thick snow. He stepped very heavily, but it still did not attract the slightest attention from the people in the house.

As the song was about to end, Xie Ciyan stepped into the house covered in wind and snow.

When Yan Zhaozhao saw him, she smiled naturally. She stood up involuntarily and tried to hug the man, but he sidestepped him and said in a low voice, “My body feels cold.”

He glanced at Yan Yu who was dressed in costume casually, and his tone was gentle but the meaning was hard to distinguish, “Madam, why are you here to listen to the play again today? This play “The West Chamber” has fascinated you so much?”

He spoke softly, but his eyes swept past the scholar without any trace. His brows were light, but his smile did not reach his eyes.

As if aware of Xie Ciyan’s gaze, Yan Yu bowed to him respectfully, cupped his hands with a smile, and said warmly: “Lan Yuan is grateful for the love of the young master and his wife. I am very grateful.”

Yan Zhaozhao smiled softly, with a hint of laziness at the corners of her lips, but a hint of cunning hidden in her eyebrows.She pretended to turn her head casually, but glanced at the scholar aside from the corner of her eyes, “I’ve been really bored recently, so I just listened to the drama to entertain myself.” Her tone was soft, and her posture was a bit lazy. She hooked Xie Ciyan’s slightly cold knuckles with her fingertips, and said coquettishly: “Who told Mr. Xie to be busy with business and have no time to accompany me, so he had to find some fun by himself.”

Xie Ciyan’s eyes were dim and unclear, and the fingers hidden in the black fox fur tightened unconsciously, and then relaxed again.”Since Madam likes it so much, she will let the troupe stay for a few more days.” The smile on his lips deepened, but with a bit of unquestionable determination, he slowly walked behind her, his shadow covering her whole body, his voice was low and slow, like a silent possession.

He paused, his eyes lightly passing over Yan Yu, and he said with unclear meaning, “I’ll also come and listen to it. How beautiful is this opera…singing?”