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dn't help but murmur, "Young Master...."Gu Chen acted like a lunatic, hugging his waist while leaning in close and saying, "Call me one more time."Ning Shu was a little at a loss. No matter how slow h...Ningshu has been busy with the pear garden lately, and he doesn't have much time left. He goes to the pear garden every day with Ningwan, under the guidance of several masters.

He gradually entered a state of trance.

The young man donned his theatrical attire, his phoenix eyes alluring and captivating. Yet, he possessed a chilling aura and an aloof demeanor. He seemed like an isolated figure of unparalleled elegance.

On the gorgeous costume, the red peonies were embroidered with exquisite detail. Under the wide sleeves, skin as cold and white as jade was revealed, and a slender neck stretched down, faintly following the line of its collarbone.

Unparalleled in height and grace.

Many opera troupes were dumbfounded!

Although Ji Chang is not the protagonist, he plays a significant role in the play. He was once a young master but fell into poverty due to war and had to become an actor as a result.

He is arrogant and unwilling to humble himself, but even so, many still come to see his performance.

When they first heard about the character Ji Chang, they actually thought he was miserable and stubborn. But Ji Chang's charisma shines through in his words, showing a glimmer of his brilliance.

In the end, they all felt that no one from the Pear Garden could play this role well.

But now, they seemed to see the living Ji Chang walking out of the book just like that.

Today is the day when Liyuan opens its doors for the new season, and there are quite a few guests who have come. There are also some prominent figures among them, after all, once a year, the opening of Liyuan has long become a major event. Although it's not as prosperous as it was ten years ago, many still remember this day.

And at this moment, Ning Shu was backstage, the opera troupe members were painting his eyebrows.

A young person's eyes, with a captivating sparkle. Even the slightest flicker of their gaze is breathtakingly alluring.

The young actress in the opera troupe paused her eyebrow sketching, a blush creeping onto her face.

The young master of the Ning family is truly handsome.

Even if Ji Chang stood right in front of them, she felt that Ji Chang might not be as handsome as Young Master Ning.

And on the stage, someone had already begun to sing.

Master Zhao is the most important person in the pear garden, and one cannot be careless.

"This year's pear garden is no different from the past, isn't it" someone mumbled, crunching peanuts as he spoke louder.

Others who heard him also thought he made some sense.

"This year's pear garden doesn't have much novelty. It's still the same few plays back and forth, and everyone is tired of hearing them."

"Yeah."

The ticket seller at the theater immediately replied, "We've only performed a few acts so far. The main performances haven't even started yet."

And Fu Xing's Zhao boss said, "Oh, what a big event. I heard that your troupe had an injury recently. Don't go up on stage if you can't perform well."

Mr. Zhao is a well-known figure in Linhai. The front desk of the opera troupe wouldn't dare to offend him: "You must have misheard, you will definitely be able to go on stage today."

Mr. Zhao came today, too.

The others came over and chatted.

This Zhao boss is no ordinary person.

Today, there are quite a few influential people from the Pear Garden here, but he dares to be so brazen here and no one dares to say anything. This proves that he is not a simple person at all. Boss Zhao's business is indeed very large in Linhai, and there is almost nothing he can't do.

Even the Ning family meant nothing to him.

And now this Mr. Zhao, after listening to a few opera pieces, started making a fuss: "This Peking Opera house, compared to ten years ago, is really far inferior."

"If I can't see or hear anything satisfactory today, then this opening ceremony of yours will really be pointless. I came here today just out of respect for all of you."

Others were also shouting, urging Liyuan to bring on the main event for today.

The pear garden was momentarily out of control. They gritted their teeth, preparing to call the master over.

A dull thud of boots hitting the ground echoed.

The pear garden fell silent at this time.

A soldier in uniform walked in, followed by a few people. A lieutenant stood beside him.

He had a composed expression, but his eyes were cold and indifferent.

Everyone standing by could feel the pressure.

The general sat heavily in the center of the pear garden, his weighty gun at his side.

Someone immediately recognized him.

Fu Shenian, Fu Shaoshuai from Linhai.

How could he possibly come to Liyuan!

Many people were very surprised.

The heavy gun was placed on the table with a deep thud. But it set everyone's hearts racing, making them leap in their chests.

The pear garden is now quiet after the commotion just now.

Mr. Zhao raised a slight smile and came over like a lapdog: "Young Master, what a coincidence, you're here to watch the opera today too."

Fu Sinian is not someone an ordinary person could meet just by wanting to.

Even if it's Zhao Boss's business, no matter how big it is, he still has to give this Young Master Fu some face.

Fu Sian sat on the seat, his voice carrying no discernible emotion: "If I don't watch the opera, am I here to kill people"

That cool tone.

The man's ink-blue eyes held no warmth as he removed the white gloves from his hands. The officer beside him stepped forward slightly, taking the gloves from the general's grasp and then retreating back to his original position.

He said in a flat tone, "The Young Marshal doesn't like crowded places."

Mr. Zhao's face turned pale.

Of course, nature understood their implied meaning.

Fu Sian is truly arrogant. If he dislikes the commotion, what brings him to this pear garden Does he really think he can control everything in Linhai with just one hand

Upon hearing this, I naturally turned my face away. There was no more commotion, and everyone quietly listened to the music.

Mr. Zhao stood there, ignored by everyone.

He lost face and his expression was a bit grim. In the end, he sat down dejectedly, muttering coldly under his breath.

And the commotion in the pear garden also reached the imperial concubine.

Master Zhao's face tightened slightly, just about to stand up. The receptionist at the front desk said: "A military officer has arrived. As soon as Mr. Zhao saw him, he didn't dare to make a fuss anymore. I don't know what this officer is here for."

And Ning Shu's eyebrows twitched slightly upon hearing this.

Ning Wan noticed and asked, "Fourth brother, what's wrong with you"

Ning Shu couldn't help but think, could it be Fu Sian had come over

He hesitated slightly, thinking to himself that the military officer might not necessarily be Fu Sinian; it could be someone else.

Ning Shu originally wanted to ask someone to inquire further, but now it was almost their turn to go on stage.

During the opening of the pear garden, everyone will perform a few segments of opera.

The general sat in his position, looking at the people on stage with a somewhat indifferent expression.

The adjutant knew the young marshal didn't like watching operas, that was why he came to the theater today, just because of Master Ning Si being here. Otherwise, on ordinary days, he wouldn't even set foot in this place.

And the guests at the pear garden, instead of making a fuss and getting restless, found themselves gradually enjoying the show as they watched quietly.

And the stage was suddenly dark.

First, a piece of traditional opera began in a melodious and graceful manner. A figure was seen standing behind a red curtain.

He stood tall and graceful.

Guests all turned to look.

While the military officer had a pair of ink-blue eyes, they lifted their gaze. His hand subconsciously reached for the gloves beside him, rubbing them lightly and slowly.

Behind the red curtain, the person finally came into view in the eager anticipation of the guests.

He was a young gentleman dressed in fine clothes.

He stood beside the desk, his porcelain cheek a picture of aloofness.

The guests wanted to see his face, but they could never make it out.

The young master stood by his desk, writing or sipping tea. The opera continued to play, but its tune gradually changed. The young master, initially aloof and composed, became increasingly lost in thought.

The way home has come to an end.

He became an actor.

The actor had a pair of phoenix eyes, alluring and captivating. He stood there, adorned in a splendid crimson peony embroidered with exquisite detail.

The actor leaned against something, holding a thin cigar.

Slender, white fingers gently pinch.

He lowered his eyes, yet when he looked up; cold and aloof. Even in the pear garden, he wouldn't bend his proud bone.

"Ahong, why is the Pear Garden so quiet today"

Arong: "Everyone had a reunion dinner today."

The actor lowered his eyes, and after a long while, his voice, like jade, rang out: "A reunion dinner, no wonder."

The actor's thin lips moved slightly, and a mournful opera flowed out from within.

His pale arm lifted slightly, and the pipe slipped from his grasp.

But no one paid any attention.

The general sat below, his deep blue eyes fixed on the performers on stage. He was handsome, yet his expression was cold and aloof.

Underneath the cold military uniform, General Ke was stern.

...but it's not quite that simple. ...

And at this time, the guests were captivated by the actors on stage.

They took a deep, shaky breath.

Who knew that this pear garden would have someone like this, with such a cold and beautiful demeanor. She is even more alluring than the red peonies in the dance hall.

The general listened to the gasps around him, slightly raising his hand and touching the cold muzzle with his finger.

"This isn't an actor, I think he looks more like a prostitute...," a guest chuckled softly, saying to the others.

He hadn't finished his sentence.

A gunshot rang out.

A gaping hole appeared in the table before the guest.

His face was pale, his lips trembling, and he didn't dare to say another word.

And Ning Shu on stage naturally heard the gunshots, he paused. He noticed that the people below were not in a state of chaos, and wanted to look down. Today's opening ceremony for the Peking Opera School was just a day in the middle of things.

The opera on stage was still being performed.

From actor to gunfire, the young man finally fell in a pool of blood.

He opened his eyes slightly, on the gorgeous clothes. It seemed like blood was dripping, those captivating and cold eyes, as if looking into the distance, looking at that home from the past, and softly sang a sentence.

That jade's appearance was stunning and unparalleled.

The general's throat moved imperceptibly, his gaze fixed intently on the figure on stage.

Ning Shu's role is finished.

He only then saw the military officer in the audience, who was also looking at him. There seemed to be something in his eyes, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

But he didn't have time to look any longer before he retreated.

And when Ning Shu was about to take her clothes off behind the stage, she heard...dence.After receiving Ning Qing's message, the people in the Ning family were furious.Especially Grandfather Ning.I wish I could punish him right now, but unfortunately Ning Shu isn't here. If he were...