Chapter 192 Farewell My Concubine

Bo Jinxiu's voice was indifferent.

"I told you at the time, if you try to trick people again and hurt anyone, I will never let you off easily."

Xu Yao shouted, "I don't have any!"

Bo Jinxiu said calmly, "Why did those two horses go crazy today?"

Xu Yao was stunned for a moment, then seemed to react: "What does that have to do with me?"

At this time.

The horse racing coach came in.

He walked up to Bo Wanhua respectfully.

Then he said, "Chairman, we just checked the surveillance footage. Juliet and Shakespeare suddenly went crazy because Miss Xu gave them banned drugs."

Because these horses are racehorses, they need to be trained every day.

If you get injured on a normal day, there is a special hospital next to the stable for easy treatment.

There are various medicines on the shelves inside.

The coach had taken people on a tour before.

Xu Yao's eyes widened: "You are wrongly accusing me! I didn't do that!"

However, Bo Wanhua seemed unwilling to listen to her explanation at all.

He waved his hand casually.

"People like this should be sent back to China and directly to the police station. We live in a society ruled by law. Evildoers must pay the price. Everyone is equal before the law. We must abide by the law at all times and must not harbor any intention to harm others."

Xu Yao was dragged away directly.

But as she left, she was screaming at the top of her lungs.

Said he was framed.

Bo Jinxiu heard Bo Wanhua's righteous words.

Suddenly laughed.

A person who disregards the law and takes human life with the utmost disregard actually keeps saying that everyone is equal before the law.

At this moment, one of Shen Qingqing's chopsticks suddenly fell.

She quickly bent down to pick it up.

Bo Jinxiu glanced at Shen Qingqing again.

Shen picked up the chopsticks gently.

But her fingers holding the silver chopsticks were trembling slightly.

A hint of severity flashed across Bo Jinxiu's eyes.

Jiang Ciyou still looked calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Jiang Ciyou knew it clearly.

This matter is definitely not as simple as it seems.

Xu Yao took the medicine, and there might be someone behind this.

I'm afraid it's now a case of the thief crying "stop thief".

Because of this incident.

The dining atmosphere became even more weird.

Xie Ming was also trembling with fear.

There are eight guests, and two of them have already encountered accidents.

How do we continue filming?

Everyone has their own thoughts when eating a meal.

After lunch it's time to rest.

Everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Before Jiang Ciyou went back, he went to the bathroom.

Come out of the bathroom.

His way was blocked by two bodyguards.

"Miss Jiang, Madam invites you to go to the theater together."

Jiang Ciyou looked around and found that there was no one around.

Jiang Ciyou tried to struggle: "Can I not go?"

The bodyguard said with a cold face: "If Miss Jiang can break free from the two of us, she doesn't have to go."

Bo Wanhua's bodyguards are obviously top experts.

Jiang Ciyou had already seen their skills from the fact that they had subdued a mad racehorse with their bare hands before.

I can't even beat one, let alone two.

Jiang Ciyou is very tactful.

She said calmly: "Then I will leave by myself."

Jiang Ciyou followed the two people out of the villa.

A black car was parked outside.

After Jiang Ciyou got in the car, the car drove away from the villa castle.

About half an hour passed.

Just arrived at a place.

The architecture here is unique and looks like a birdcage.

Jiang Ciyou had seen this place on the map.

It is the grand theater on the island.

After getting off the car, Jiang Ciyou followed the bodyguard inside.

The theater is huge.

After entering, I found that all the furnishings here were very antique.

Like a magnificent palace.

In the center of the theater is a huge stage.

At this time, a huge red screen covered it.

There was a person sitting in the center of the spectator stands.

It’s Bo Wanhua.

Jiang Ciyou's eyes darkened.

But he still walked to Bo Wanhua's side.

Bo Wanhua sat still, still holding a ceramic cup for tea in her hand.

She took a sip of tea.

Then he said, "Ms. Jiang, please sit down. The show is about to begin."

After Jiang Ciyou sat down.

The lights in the theater suddenly dimmed.

The heavy red curtain on the stage slowly opened.

The actors appeared on stage in gorgeous costumes.

It is a classic Peking Opera, Farewell My Concubine.

The play started from the solemn military camp, then moved to the magnificent palace, and finally to the tragic scene of being surrounded by enemies on all sides on the banks of the Wujiang River.

"Your Majesty has lost all your energy, and what is the point of living for me, your humble concubine?"

"I urge the king to drink and listen to the Yu songs, to relieve his worries and dance gracefully. The old saying is true: success or failure is a matter of a moment..."

“No matter how helpless a person is, he can never defeat fate.”

The sounds of the Beijing erhu and pipa are like the whistling wind by the river, which is particularly sad.

As the drum beats became faster, the lights on the stage focused on Yu Ji alone. She was wearing gorgeous costumes, complicated headdress, and her face was sad and resolute. The melody of "Besieged on All Sides" was faintly visible in the background music.

Yu Ji held a sharp sword in her hand, the sword blade flickering coldly in the dim candlelight. She slowly turned around, her back to Xiang Yu, her eyes full of despair and affection.

With a deep sigh, Yu Ji suddenly raised her sword and placed it across the snow-white neck. Her movement was decisive and poignant. With a shrill cry, blood gushed out, staining her clothes and the entire stage red...

Accompanied by the red spreading across the stage.

The heavy red curtain slowly fell and the music gradually stopped.

Jiang Ciyou was completely shocked.

The last scene with blood splattering everywhere was so realistic.

She doesn't know much about Peking Opera culture.

But today's drama seemed to have left a deep mark on her soul.

At the end.

She even stood up unconsciously.

Jiang Ciyou's heart was pounding and he turned to look at Bo Wanhua.

At this moment, Bo Wanhua's eyes were also filled with tears.

Jiang Ciyou was even more shocked.

Although Bo Wanhua gives people a gentle and elegant feeling.

But Jiang Ciyou knew that she was a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

But at this moment, she seemed to be expressing her true feelings.

There was endless sorrow and despair in his eyes.

It was as if she was Yu Ji on the stage, surrounded by enemies and only able to find relief by death.

He seemed to have noticed Jiang Ciyou's gaze.

Bo Wanhua lowered her head, picked up a delicate silk handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Miss Jiang, I'm sorry for making you laugh."

Bo Wanhua also did not hide anything.

Jiang Ciyou could sense the trembling in her voice, as if she was still immersed in it and unable to extricate herself.

Jiang Ciyou reluctantly comforted him, "The chairman is also a man of temperament."

After Bo Wanhua wiped away her tears, her expression changed instantly.

A cold smile amidst elegance.

"Miss Jiang, what do you think of this scene?"

Jiang Ciyou answered truthfully, "Although I don't understand Peking Opera, I was deeply moved."

Bo Wanhua asked, "Yu Ji died, and Xiang Yu finally committed suicide by slashing his throat at the Wu River. I've always had a question: if Xiang Yu hadn't died, but had lived on, would Yu Ji hate him in her afterlife?"

Jiang Ciyou looked at Bo Wanhua's expression, which was extremely serious, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.

She could sense that she must have a hidden agenda when she asked this question.

But for a moment, Jiang Ciyou couldn't figure out the reason.

Jiang Ciyou didn't understand and was afraid that there was some textual trap in it.

So I could only answer cautiously: "I don't know."

Bo Wanhua also smiled bitterly.

When he looked up again, she had completely returned to her usual self.

Jiang Ciyou didn't want to discuss opera with her anymore.

The atmosphere here suffocated her.

Then he asked, "Chairman, did you ask me to come here just to watch the show with you?"

"Of course not."

Bo Wanhua picked up her custom-made Hermès handbag from the seat next to her.

Then open.

He pulled out an exquisite pistol from inside.

A gold-made Swiss P210 pistol.