The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Shen Qingchuan helped Fu Chenliang to the backstage room where the theater troupe changed their makeup. The tabletop of the vanity mirror was filled with bottles, jars, and assorted flower hairpins, but there was no one there. The finale was the Hundred Flowers Banquet. The troupe are all on stage.

The backstage was empty, Shen Qingchuan helped Fu Chenliang to the innermost room, which was actually a small compartment separated by thick blue cloth and a few thin bamboo poles.

Shen Qingchuan tore off a pink costume embroidered with colorful butterflies, threw it on Fu Chenliang, took the powder pot on the table, and applied the rouge and gouache inside to Fu Chenliang's face, Fu Chenliang choked several times from the powder Sound, strong aroma of rouge.

"Cough cough cough... what are you doing?" Fu Chenliang asked.

"Don't worry about it, just keep quiet later." Shen Qingchuan lifted Fu Chenliang's chin with one hand, let him sit on the chair, pinched Fu Chenliang's chin with his fingers, made him look up, and hooked Fu Chenliang with the other hand. A patch of makeup powder smeared onto his face.

On the other side outside, the troupe leader followed closely behind several strong men in black, trying to persuade him non-stop, saying, "My lord, we really don't have the person you're looking for here."

"The people behind here have all gone to the stage to praise them. If you don't believe me, just take a look inside." As he said that, the theater troupe leader led a few strong men in black to go inside.

The strong men in black searched one by one, and lifted the curtains one by one.

"Let me just say that there is no one here." The troupe leader said loudly.

"No one?" Li San, the strong man in the lead, had a pair of triangular eyes and a fierce look in his eyes.There was obviously a figure in the last small cubicle. They searched here. After searching for so long, the person in the small cubicle did not make a sound. There must be something tricky inside.

The leading brawny man walked over, and with a swipe, he lifted the door curtain one by one.

I saw a young man with his back facing inside, wearing a white shirt, with black hair like a crow's feathers, slightly revealing a slender neck like snow, even if you can't see the front, you can tell that this person is beautiful just by the curvature of the back of his head.

The young rich young master is hiding in an unoccupied corner with the roles of a troupe, which is enough to make people imagine.

The few people present were all tacit about this fundamental matter, which also explained why these two people hid here and kept silent.

Hearing the sound, Shen Qingchuan immediately pulled a sky blue costume over the person in his arms, turned around, and straightened the slightly messy collar.

"Master Shen third, why are you here?" The troupe leader was startled and shouted.

The head of the strong man glanced at Shen Qingchuan's face, he was indeed a young master with delicate skin and tender flesh, and his doubts in his heart were somewhat dispelled.

"I'm here for Miss Sai's appointment."

As for what kind of contract it is, it goes without saying.

Shen Qingchuan took a step forward, completely covering the person behind him.

"Miss Sai? Sai Tianxian?" When the strong men in black heard that it was Sai Tianxian, they couldn't stop their commotion. They heard that Sai Tianxian's almond eyes and peach cheeks were very beautiful. appearance.

How could Shen Qingchuan let them go to see "Sai Tianxian", wouldn't it be a mess if they saw it, and hurriedly stopped him, "I hope you guys can help me, it's not convenient for Miss Sai to meet people today..."

The head of the theater troupe also came out to smooth things over, helping Shen Qingchuan out of the siege, knowing that Shaoshuai Shang had just left, and the person staying in the house now was not "Sai Tianxian", but he didn't dare to expose it, just in case this happened The people inside are the people this group of people are looking for.

Look at this group of people's ferocity and vicious look, maybe he will suffer as well.

On the other side, if something happens to Third Young Master Shen, the key is that something happened in the backstage of his troupe, so it's not easy for him to explain to Young Marshal Shang.

I can only pinch my nose, admit it, and help Third Young Master Shen to deal with this matter.

"Masters, it's really inconvenient today, why don't I invite a few of you to have a drink outside, and the money for the drinks will be charged to my account." The troupe master said with a smile.

The brawny men thought it was an actor from the troupe hanging out with the rich young master, and told them to run into this incident, and imagined that the troupe's leader was the one who set the bridge.

Seeing that everyone was about to leave, Shen Qingchuan was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Li San suddenly turned around again, those triangular eyes seemed to be poisoned, the corner of his eyes glanced at Shen Qingchuan's sleeve, the plain white high-grade fabric was stained with red, it seemed to be freshly stained with blood, Li San San stopped and said, "Wait—"

"Where did you get the blood on your sleeve?"

Facing Li San's scrutinizing gaze, Shen Qingchuan bent his lips and smiled, his eyes became a little frivolous, he spread out his palm, there was a bloodstain like a sharp object scratch on it, and said, "Just now I was too forgetful to play, accidentally rubbing Arrived, is there a problem?"

The people present couldn't help but click their tongues. Although they knew that the richer the person, the more bizarre their hobbies, but they couldn't tell that this fair and handsome young man from a rich family had enough fun in private.

The strong scent of rouge covered up the smell of blood. If it weren't for Li San's sharp eyes, others would never have noticed this.

"Brother, there seems to be a blood stain outside the window."

The misunderstanding was cleared up, Li San only gave Shen Qingchuan a slanted glance, and then led the crowd away, followed by the troupe master, sending these great gods out.

When everyone left, the room was silent.

That "Sai Tianxian" just lifted off the clothes covering his head, revealing the true face of Mount Lu.

Fu Chenliang's handsome face was as sharp as a knife, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat, and his face was smiling a little coquettishly. The pink butterfly costume was draped on him half naked, slightly revealing the straps on his thick shoulders. Go to Huajie and Liuxiang to have fun and drink flower wine.

"I didn't know that Qingchuan, you have so much affection for me, that you are willing to scratch your palm to cover it for me."

Fu Chenliang's long and narrow eyes clenched Shen Qingchuan's gaze, it was dark and bright, like a cluster of flames burning, the ears of the hot people were red, and his flirting tone was not serious.

When these words fell into Shen Qingchuan's ears, it seemed a little frivolous.

Shen Qingchuan frowned slightly, his crow-like eyelashes cast a small silhouette on his snow-white cheeks, his thin and slightly red lips parted, and said in a cold tone, "It was just an accidental scratch."

The wound on the palm was very shallow, only the skin was broken and blood was oozing, but Shen Qingchuan's hands were very beautiful, like snow and jade. Others saw that there was a crack in a beautiful work of art, which made people feel distressed. Trembling slightly.

"Oh, really?" The corners of Fu Chenliang's mouth raised slightly, with a smile on his face, the neat wound was not scratched by accident.

"Third Young Master Shen saved my life today, I can't repay my life, I can only..."

Before Fu Chenliang could say the second half of the sentence, Shen Qingchuan knew what he was going to say, interrupted him, and said, "You should rest your thoughts, saving you today is just to pay back the ten small yellow croakers. clear.",

Shen Qingchuan walked over and tore off the fan butterfly costume on Fu Chenliang's body, accidentally touched Fu Chenliang's wound, he didn't care about Fu Chenliang's gasping sound, his attention was only on the costume.

It's a pity that the clothes were stained with blood.

Fu Chenliang looked at Shen Qingchuan's drooping eyelashes, his brows were picturesque, his eyes were like autumn water, holding a handful of bright and clear moonlight, like a breeze, it made people feel refreshed.

Even if the other party doesn't have a good face towards him, Fu Chenliang is not angry. You must know that Shen Qingchuan is gentle and polite to other people. If other people push up and down like this, and show Fu Chenliang their face, I'm afraid they don't walk out sideways, so be nice. Eat a bad meal.

No matter how gentle Fu Chenliang is on his face, his heart is still the master Fu who must take revenge.

Probably because no matter how much the sweetheart flicks his face, it is as cold as ice, and in the eyes of the person he admires, he is also very kind in every way. On the contrary, he feels that Shen Qingchuan is different from the usual and very novel and interesting. No matter how he looks at it, he is happy in his heart, as if Shen Qingchuan A flower grew on Qingchuan's face.

"This is impossible, my life is worth more than ten small yellow croakers." Fu Chenliang said.

Shen Qingchuan didn't answer his words, and looked at his wound. It was not optimistic, and he had to find a doctor to deal with it. Shen Qingchuan took out the suit jacket that he had just hidden and made a simple bandage for Fu Chenliang's arm.

This place is not a place to stay for a long time, just as I was about to leave, the head of the theater troupe came back.

"Master Shen third, you...why are you backstage here?" The troupe master came back and saw that it was indeed a man who was hiding third young master Shen, and he was also injured. Judging by his extraordinary bearing, he must be very human, pointing said the finger.

The theater troupe owner heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the person Shen Qingchuan was hiding was not from his theater troupe. At first, the troupe owner really thought that the person Shen Qingchuan was hiding was an actor from his place, but Shaoshuai Shang found out The person he puts on top of his heart hangs out with the actors in his theater troupe, and that young commander-in-chief Shang has no choice but to dig out the entire theater troupe.

Fortunately not, but this teahouse is so big, Shen Qingchuan wants to hide in the backstage of his theater troupe, the troupe owner has a problem in his heart, after all, he just saw that group of people are not easy to mess with, so he can't blame Shen Qingchuan .

"Team leader, have those people outside left?" Shen Qingchuan asked politely.

"Let's go, I saw them walking out of the teahouse and heading to the east street." The class leader said.

"That's good." Shen Qingchuan took out three silver dollars from his pocket, "I accidentally stained your costume, this is the laundry fee I will compensate you for."

The class leader was not willing to accept it, so he quickly shied away and said, "No, no, I will ask someone to wash the clothes in a bucket of water later."

"I also ask the head teacher to do me a favor, go to the second floor and call my friend over." Shen Qingchuan said.

"This matter is easy to handle." It is not difficult to ask someone to come down, and the class leader agreed immediately.

Shen Mansion.

Fu Chenliang refused to go to the hospital, so Shen Qingchuan could only take him back to the Shen Mansion first. Edward, who was sitting in the co-pilot of the car, looked a little dissatisfied through the rearview mirror.Because he saw that strange man who lost a lot of blood, wearing a pink butterfly costume, leaning on Shen Qingchuan's shoulder with closed eyes.

Even though he looks very inappropriate now, with white lips, Edward still feels that he is not pitiful, because he has seen the man's eyes looking at Shen Qingchuan, that kind of extremely possessive and predatory eyes, even if he hides Very well, Edward still saw through it at a glance.

The man had an unreasonable desire for Peter.

At first, Edward thought that Shen Qingchuan picked up this injured strange man and wanted to hand him over to the police, but Shen Qingchuan insisted that he knew this man, so Edward couldn't say much, but he would keep an eye on this man .

Shen Qingchuan put his hand on Fu Chenliang's forehead, feeling a little hot, probably a low-grade fever caused by wound inflammation.