【Zhou Ye】The King of Luoyang

Tian Sen is a well-known fancier in the Peking opera circle in Beijing. He is very close to Shunyi and the troupe. He tours around and is no different from members of the troupe except that he does not enter the opera troupe.Even if Shunyihe's boss had doubts about Ye Xiu's morality, he would still trust Tian Sen's vision, and immediately decided to let Ye Xiu top the tank.

Rescuing a scene is like putting out a fire, Ye Xiu didn't refuse any more, except for his coat, he sat down and cleansed his face.

A few more light bulbs were connected in the dressing room, and candles were lit on the table, for fear that the light would not be bright enough and the drawing would be flawed.

The play was about to start, and there was still time to open up. Ye Xiu's face was all made by the troupe owner himself. He hadn't sung for a long time, and he was afraid of eating chestnuts on stage, so he took the time to recall the libretto.

His eyes were lowered, casually hanging on an open rouge box, his mind was wandering, his lips were moving, and he was speaking silently.

Everyone else was busy with their own affairs, Jiang Botao went to test Tian Sen's shade, only Zhou Zekai sat in front of the dressing table on the other side, and accompanied Ye Xiu.

They met each other through two large mirrors. In the black and yellow mirror, Ye Xiu's head was lifted up, pressed down, and swung left and right. makeup.

When had Zhou Zekai seen this kind of Ye Xiu sitting upright, as if his body was still there, and the host had changed into an upright person, he couldn't help but find it amusing.

When he smiled and lost his mind, he felt Ye Xiu's gaze cast on him through the mirror, poking at him, and then he turned his attention back to flirt with Ye Xiu in the mirror.The owner of the theater troupe dipped his paint and brushed diligently, but he didn't know that the other two people in the room did everything they could and couldn't do with their eyes alone.

White was spread, red was applied, and Ye Xiu's eyes and nose became Yu Ji's eyes and nose, and a solemn, delicate, and elegant charm was artificially applied to his face one by one.Zhou Zekai had a strange feeling, the two were in love, and Ye Xiu was the one under him, but he didn't treat him as a woman, it would look at his appearance as a woman, with a little bit of seductiveness between his brows and a little bit of charm in his eyes. flavor.

He has seen Yu Ji no matter how beautiful and graceful she is, but that beauty is the beauty on the eyelids, which catches the eyes but not the heart.It's no big deal that Ye Xiu can sing, there are many talented people around Zhou Zekai.But he was still addicted.It's like eating, drinking tea and reading a book, it's ordinary, he does it every day, and doing it with Ye Xiu, the taste and mood are a little different.Of course he knows why this is different. Everyone understands the reason why lovers do happy things, but if they really live in it, they will know how wonderful it is, and words can't express it in case.

While Zhou Zekai was thinking about it, Ye Xiu had already finished dressing up, hooked his face, tied his head, put on a patch, combed his hair, put his head on, and was putting on a costume on his body.

He stood facing Zhou Zekai, adding clothes one by one, taking time to raise his eyebrows at him, as if asking, how are you, Xiao Zhou.

Zhou Zekai can't feel emotional in vain, Zhou Zekai has to praise him.It happened that the troupe owner had also left, and there were only Zhou Ye and two left in the room. Zhou Zekai could treat Ye Xiu whatever he wanted to do to Ye Xiu.

He smiled with spring breeze blowing on his face, and said, "Dingtao is a beautiful woman, and her reputation is well-deserved."

Ye Xiu looked left and right, with Yu Ji's beauty, his face was suspicious, "Are you talking about me?"

"..." Who else could there be.

"This...Although you visited me in Dingtao, my ancestral home is Beijing. Why, I didn't tell you?"

"..." Now it's said.

Zhou Zekai, who was unsuccessful in his rhetoric, would find a way for himself, nod casually, and take the words over, and asked Ye Xiu to go and sing a few lines, and he would take a look.

"Tell me, which part do you want to hear?"

Ye Xiu waved his hand, and flicked his water sleeve.He is not like the serious Liyuan boy, and his gestures and speeches in the play also have a sense of drama. Zhou Zekai thought that if fans of the theater saw Yu Ji in the background, their tickets would probably be refunded.

"The last part." Zhou Zekai made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Ye Xiu didn't make a sound, and made a gesture of holding a sword in his hand, silent as if he was brewing emotion.He took a few steps back and watched Zhou Zekai's eyes retreat and change. The movement of his eyes was still Ye Xiu's style, and the emotions were gone. Sadness, reluctance, determination, and love filled his eye sockets. Cheng Yuji looked at the Overlord of Chu. It has become the eyes of a person looking at another person whom he loves deeply but wants to say goodbye to life and death.

Tian Sen's praise of Ye Xiu is not too high, he is generous and familiar with gestures and movements, he has the appearance of a female character who is used to acting, and the libretto comes out as soon as he opens his mouth, and the tune is very accurate.He easily turned the dressing room into a stage with music and drums, Zhou Zekai became the only audience, and for him, Concubine Yu, the only Overlord of Chu.

Zhou Zekai's eyes are very deep and deep, like a secluded ancient well under the moonlight, even the changes of personnel and events can't change it, it stays here to carry the swan song of love that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Ye Xiu also sang himself into the play, singing forgetting himself, but when he sang the line "He's a poor concubine", the song was cut off, he couldn't sing anymore, he couldn't dance anymore, he was restrained by Zhou Zekai Arms, pulled into his arms.Zhou Zekai's strength was full of ruthlessness that wanted to reverse history, and it almost crushed him, and immediately pinched him out of the scene.

Hey, my face, hey, my clothes!Ye Xiu murmured in his heart, at least he didn't say it out to spoil the atmosphere, he sang too well, Xiao Zhou wanted to be sad, he had no choice but to make him sad enough.

He was afraid that the makeup would rub against Zhou Zekai's body, so he raised his face slightly, and stood in Zhou Zekai's arms as straight and stiff as a tree. After a while, he was warmed and melted by Zhou Zekai's heat, and stuck to his body.

"Xiao Zhou, I can sing well. I'm fascinated by you, right?"

"...Well, my waist is too stiff."

Whether it’s good or bad, fascinated or not fascinated…

In the blink of an eye, it was early winter, and Tian Sen had entered the Zhou residence, and had been Zhou Zekai's staff for two months.There is no high-ranking official, just a casual job as a consultant, but enjoying a good salary, this is also Zhou Zekai's arrangement, not because he doesn't trust Tian Sen enough, but the personnel arrangement of such a high position is under the control of the old man, so he can't make the decision.The relationship between the father and son of the Zhou family is actually like this weather. It is getting colder every day, but on the surface it looks like everything is still the same. The father is in the base camp, and the son is guarding the northern gate.The only ones who know the inside story are the confidantes of the father and son.The crux of the problem, after all, is that for Yuxi, but not just for Yuxi, Zhou Zekai's push to hold back Yuxi, naturally represents his attitude towards his father's proclaiming emperor, and it is also his attitude that the old man is dissatisfied with.

One day Zhou Zekai and Tian Sen were discussing plans to raise military expenses in the study, Jiang Botao came in and brought a telegram from the old man.

This is already the second telegram this month, and you don't need to read it to know the content. It is nothing more than a reminder to ask about the progress of Yuxi.Zhou Zekai didn't say a word after reading it, and threw the telegram into the charcoal basin.