Evil Love: Clouds Overwhelm the World

In the winter of Emperor Jing's 42nd year, the five princes were exiled outside, the capital was full of wars, and the world was in chaos.

"Crackling." The red-hot charcoal fire in the charcoal basin made a crackling sound from time to time, and the rising water vapor steamed up, making the scene in front of people's eyes unreal.

"In the evening, the clouds are deep and the rain is not dry. If you love leisure, you can only do it when you have guests. There is no one to wait outside of the tea pot, and you can sit quietly without talking about the pine and rhyme." Fleece blanket, eyes slightly closed, opened slightly.

Beside the charcoal brazier, a scrawny boy shivered with his skinny body huddled in a wide robe.

"Don't get too close to the charcoal fire, and burn your clothes." The man got up from the couch, walked slowly to the table and put down the poem scroll in his hand, and watched with a smile as the child raised his head and looked at him at a loss. Lovely.He stretched out his hand to pick up his chin, and looked at him carefully, "He looks pretty, he's a good seed."

The child's big watery eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he buried his head between his legs, his thin shoulders twitched slightly, looking very pitiful.

"Do you have any family?" Seeing how pitiful he was, Kun Mu asked, but he didn't expect the child to raise his head, two lines of teardrops flashed by, and he still held his temper and didn't speak.

"If you're a little mute, I won't be able to keep you in Qiongying Theater." Kun Mu looked at the child's pointed chin, round face, and slender fingers with his eyes and a smile, thinking in his heart that if the child could If you can open your mouth, it's a material for singing Tsing Yi. It's a pity if you can't.

"I... I can..." A slender voice with a perfect accent came into Kun Mu's ears. He turned his head in surprise to look at the child in front of him, and took his hand.

The boy stared at the dead leaves falling outside the window, and sat quietly beside the charcoal stove without crying or fussing. A haggard woman outside the door took money from the account manager and passed by Kunmu's room. He stood there staring at the door obsessively, without speaking for a while, and finally, with a faint sigh, he turned and left.

The child seemed to have noticed something, turned his head suddenly to look in the direction of the door, and refused to look away for a long time. Kun Mu looked at the sadness in his eyes and sighed secretly, there is another idiot in this world.

"Yun Shen." Hearing Kun Mu's voice, the child turned to look at him, "From now on, this will be your name."

"Yunshen?"

Kun Mu smiled enchantingly, took the child's hand and led him to the bed, pressed his slender body with one hand, and opened the belt around his waist with the other, "I can teach you to sing and make you a generation Famous actors, but you have to understand that if you pretend to be true, you can also be false. Don’t be obsessed, don’t be drunk and dreamy, and don’t be infatuated. In the future, no matter where you are and who you meet, you must remember my words, I It will make you the most popular Tsing Yi in the capital."

"I... don't understand... ah..." Kun Mu entered from the trembling back buds, and the beautiful spring scenery filled the room, echoing the cry of the child, gradually weakened, leaving only the heavy gasps.

A drop of crystal tears dripped from the corner of the child's eye, down his cheek staring out of the window, onto the pillow, and the child's hands were tightly clenched.

A year later, Yunshen still likes to sit in front of the window and watch the fallen leaves outside the window, just like the goose feather snow when he first arrived that year.

"Yun Shen, why are you here?" Without turning his head to look, Yun Shen only heard the voice and knew that Kun Mu had come again.

"Did you ask...the sweetness of pear blossoms...it smells so good..." Those jade-like white and flawless hands stretched out the window to catch the lightly falling snowflakes, and licked the delicate snowflakes that were as beautiful as a miracle. "Snow is like the fragrance of pear blossoms."

"Stop messing around, come with me." Kun Mu patted his head. Although this kid is good, sometimes he is too naughty, and sometimes he is too quiet.

The door creaked and was pushed open by Kun Mu. Yun Shen raised his head and fell into those deep purple eyes, like a whirlpool, which instantly attracted his soul. It spread out on the soft couch like a water lily, but there was such a chill in those deep eyes.

"My lord... all distinguished guests... this is Yun Shen. He has just been here for a year, and he is the best singing Tsing Yi here."

A ghostly smile bloomed on those dark red thin lips, "Yunshen...is a good name." The man in purple said slowly, his voice was deep and deep, his cold gaze stayed on Yunshen for a while, and then Close gently.

"Yunshen, Yunshen, this is Prince Cheng. Greet Prince Cheng." Kun Mu gently tugged at the hem of Yunshen's clothes, and directed his gaze to the middle-aged man next to him with a kind smile on his face. With a smile, he greeted Lord Cheng gently, but his eyes still couldn't help lingering on the man in purple.

"Yun Shen will sing a song "Long Lovesickness" for everyone." Looking away, he smiled enchantingly, and opened his mouth slowly. The melodious singing voice, like the whisper of a sympathizer, made people itch.

Yun Shen's gaze never left that person. No matter how serious Yun Shen sang from the beginning to the end, the person just closed his eyes and fell asleep as peacefully. At the end of the last sentence, the person never spoke.

"Master, Yun Shen...can't you sing well?" Yin Ya clenched his lower lip tightly, clenched his fists slightly, and asked bravely.

The man still closed his eyes and chuckled, "The singing is very mellow, but... I don't like the lyrics very much, it's too sad, it makes people sad." As soon as the man finished speaking, Prince Cheng laughed Laughing loudly, "Son, that's the best comment I've ever heard from him."

After finishing speaking, he got up and walked in front of Yun Shen, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and put a piece of silver in his thin hand, "I think you sing well, you are a good seedling, and you will definitely become a big player in the future. "

Feeling aggrieved, Yun Shen took one last look at the man in purple, thanked him, and walked out.

"Prince Cheng, why don't you bring me here to listen to these melodramatic sounds?" As soon as Yun Shen left, the man in purple opened his eyes, and his cold gaze swept across Prince Cheng like a sharp sword.

"Damn me, Weichen. I just heard that Yun Shen from Qiongying Theater can sing very well, so I thought that the emperor loves to listen to operas, so..." The man in purple looked away, and a deep smile crossed the corner of his mouth. "You sang well, and this child is also handsome. It's just that I didn't expect Prince Cheng to be so elegant. I just heard about this person, so I have the leisure and elegance to look for it for me. It's really hard work."

"The minister deserves death."

"Forget it, I'm tired, let's go back earlier." Lazily got up from the soft couch, glanced at the accompanying ministers, swung his sleeves, and strode out of the private room.