Quickly wear the villain, he is soft and sweet

Chapter 1730 Uncle wants to hug [37]

After sitting down, Jing Wenbin took a sip of tea and asked, "After chatting for so long, I still don't know what your daughter's name is, Mr. Shen? I heard you call her 'Qingqing' just now. Is it the fluffy Qing?"

Originally, the long eyelashes were drooping, not interested in anything, but the eyelashes of the man who sat there lazily looking at the pocket watch in his hand trembled.

With a flick of Xuebai's fingertips, the cover of the opened pocket watch was pressed down.

The long eyelashes were lifted, and the pitch-black eyes fell on Shen Fu's body calmly.

She pursed her lips slightly, the color of her lips was light, as usual, as dull as her expression.

Father Shen didn't know what happened, but shook his head and said, "My daughter's name is Shen Wanqing, it's not light and light, it's Qing Qing from the river..."

Suddenly, Jing Wenbin's heart skipped a beat.

Adjutant Su, who was standing quietly by the side, also showed an expression of being struck by lightning.

There is such a coincidence in the world? !
Not only has the same name and surname as their wives, but also likes to sing the same.

but……

Jing Wenbin shook his head.

But Miss Shen is only 19 years old, ten years have passed, if she is really a sister-in-law, she should also be 29 years old.

Besides, he was the one who witnessed the burial of his sister-in-law.

It can't be the sister-in-law.

Even though he thought so, Jing Wenbin couldn't help but secretly glanced sideways at Jing Yanxiu, wanting to see his expression.

He saw the man pursing his lips tightly, his dark pupils were indifferent and calm, he didn't seem to be shocked by Master Shen's words, he was still as calm as ever.

Jing Wenbin heaved a sigh of relief.

He probably thought too much.

If it was really his sister-in-law, how could Yanxiu be so calm?

But Jing Wenbin didn't see it.

The pocket watch that was originally placed in the man's hand has been squeezed into a pile of scrap iron by the man.

At this moment, the suona sounded, and the Beijing Erhu behind the curtain came out together.

The curtain was drawn.

A 'Concubine Yang' wearing a female python suit, a phoenix crown on her head and a jade belt around her waist came out from behind the curtain.

The footsteps under the skirt are full of lotus step by step, looking extremely light and flexible.

The actors on the stage were babbling, and 'Tang Xuanzong' stood beside 'Yang Guifei'.

Jing Wenbin almost never listened to operas. He used to only know that his sister-in-law was an actress, and her singing was the best in Peking.It's a pity that I have been doing business abroad, and before I had time to listen to a song, I heard the sad news of my sister-in-law's death.

From the stage came the girl's voice that seemed to be sobbing, gentle and gentle, full of helplessness and compromise.

"Your Majesty. Although Your Majesty is very kind, but this is the end of the matter, and there is no way to survive. If you are nostalgic, you will be burned, and your concubine's crime will increase. I hope that Your Majesty will give up your concubine to protect the country...Long live God..."

The girl's voice was as melodious as a yellow oriole, pinching her throat and waving her sleeves lightly. Concubine Yang sat on the stage, covering her face and weeping.

Tang Minghuang in front of him had drooping shoulders, a sad face, and was helpless in his heart, only powerless.

The people on the stage don't know that they are in the play, and the people off the stage don't know that they are in the dream.

In a daze, Jing Wenbin heard low sobbing in his ear.

Cried?

Jing Wenbin subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes.

The place it touched was wet.

He even cried too.

Didn't notice it at all.

Tears flowed down involuntarily.

After the curtain call.

Just now, everyone was stunned by the opera tone that directed towards Tianling, and it took a long time for them to come to their senses.

The courtyard was extremely quiet, no one spoke, only the faint sobbing that could not be controlled.

(End of this chapter)