Quick Transmigration: Don't Be Slag

Lu Cheng was silent for a while, closed his eyes and replied cruelly: "I lied to you."

Jing Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and slowly let go of Lu Cheng's hand.

Lu Cheng almost subconsciously wanted to grab Jing Mu's hand, it was too cold, just like that person's heart now.

Tears fell from the corners of Jing Mu's eyes, a series of them, like pearls.

And Jing Mu's face was full of grief, and he looked at Lu Cheng with some unwillingness to give up and continued to ask: "Then...you have forgotten everything before?"

Lu Cheng's Adam's apple rolled, and dryly uttered two unfeeling words: "Forgot."

Jing Mu slowly wiped away her tears with her arms, forced herself to hold back her grief and said, "I...I know."

After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but tears blurred his vision, and he staggered heavily and fell to the ground.

Lu Cheng's heart trembled, he clenched his hands, and stood there without any movement.

I saw Jing Mu slowly getting up from the ground, turning around and leaving this place, with heartlessness and grief on his back.

The theater troupe is going to start touring performances, and go to that beautiful place in the south to see.

And Jing Mu looked at the bronze mirror in disbelief, picking her hair with her slender and fair hands.

The waiter came in, holding Jingmu's favorite peach blossom cake in his hand.

"Jingmu, what, I invite you to eat my peach cake."

Recently, Jingmu has been in a bad mood, and the theaters are aware of it.

For example, when singing operas, the previously changeable style has become resentful and lamenting. Sometimes I am immersed in my own world and cannot get out, and I have to call it several times before I hear it.

Jing Mu was stunned for a moment, then replied coldly: "Thank you, no need."

The shop waiter looked at the peach blossom cake in his hand, forced it to Jing Mu, and said, "Oh, Jing Mu, we have known each other for several years, so I won't charge you anymore, but it won't be the case next time."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Jing Mu touched the peach blossom cake that was still hot in his hand, and was dazed for a while.

He... also likes to bring me peach blossom cakes...

Then slowly lowered his head and took a bite, it was so bitter.

It used to be very sweet...

I will never eat it again...

After a while, the boss came in and walked to Jingmu, and said, "Boy Jing, the southern tour can't be done without you!"

Jing Mu was stunned for a moment, and said, "Tour?"

The boss patted Jing Mu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Yes, our troupe is going to move to the south, and you are our main force, so you can't go!"

Jing Mu touched the table with her fingertips, was silent for a while, and said, "I'll think about it."

The boss looked at Jing Mu lovingly, and said, "Boy Jing... oh." He sighed, turned around and walked out of the room.

Jing Mu's life has been very hard. He was an orphan since he was a child. At first he lived by begging, but was finally picked up by the troupe owner, and then drifted away with the troupe. He managed to make a name for himself in the troupe, but God didn't seem to be used to it. Now let that child taste the pain of love again, alas...

The boss shook his head, lifted his feet and left, and said to himself: "I thought that Kid Jing should enjoy the blessings, but it seems that the royal family is a trap..."

In fact, the rumors of lowliness have spread, the prince and the concubine have become inseparable for a Huadan, and he used to have a good reputation for lust, but now he comes to the theater to watch plays every day.

Everyone also thought that this little Huadan had subdued this greedy prince.

Originally, the prince was so masculine, which made a group of people feel unbelievable and somewhat unacceptable, but because Lu Cheng went out and fought a victory, everyone felt that it was not surprising, as long as it didn't happen to him.

But inside the room, Jing Mu didn't know what to do after changing his clothes, so he had to go back to his previous room. As soon as he got back to the room, he saw the green bamboo carrying the luggage outside the house. Jing Mu was stunned for a moment, and asked: "The green bamboo ?”

Cuizhu turned her head, looked at Jingmu in surprise, and said, "Master!"

Jing Mu walked by, looked at Cui Zhu's luggage, and said, "Cui Zhu, you are..."

Cui Zhu grabbed Jing Mu's hand and happily replied: "Young Master, I was kicked out too! Young Master must take me in!"

Jing Mu felt a little helpless, hooked his lips, and asked, "Why were you kicked out so suddenly?"

Cuizhu replied vaguely: "I don't know either, but the attendants beside the prince said that the prince doesn't want to see..." Cuizhu dared not to continue, because the next sentence might hurt Jingmu's heart.

Jing Mu held back the smile on his lips and said, "You don't want to see anything related to me?"

After Cuizhu nodded, he immediately shook his head, for a moment Cuizhu didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

The smile on the corner of Jing Mu's mouth seemed to froze on his face.

Seeing her young master's disappointed expression, Cui Zhu blamed her prince a little bit.

What a good son, the prince will regret it sooner or later!

Jing Mu came back to his senses, looked at Cui Zhu's concerned expression, and said: "It's okay, Cui Zhu come in."

Cui Zhu followed Jing Mu into the house, Jing Mu poured a glass of water for Cui Zhu, and said: "Although my place is not as big as Wang's Mansion, if you don't dislike it, you can stay here."

Cuizhu hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Don't dislike it, don't dislike it!"

Cuizhu took out her own contract of sale, handed it to Jing Mu, and said, "Master Jing, this is my contract of sale, from now on the servant will be yours."

Jing Mu shook his head, and said: "You can keep the deed of sale for yourself, don't give it to me."

In the end, Jingmu didn't want it, so Cuizhu had to keep it for herself.