Tickets for Ronghuang's performance next month, the owner of Lijialou, are now on sale!

As soon as the news came out, people of some standing in southern Fujian got the news.

And the next thing everyone did in unison was to buy tickets!

Even people with status from other places heard the news and rushed over by plane and boat.

Ronghuang.

This is what Hua Rong's fans call her.

The Li family has a phoenix.

This is what came from someone who saw Hua Rong's performance for the first time four years ago.

Her performances, whether "civil, martial, Kunqu, or non-civilized," do not feature any unusual or special physical movements.

There was nothing particularly difficult or unusual in her pronunciation or intonation; everything about her was just like her personality—approachable and down-to-earth.

It is said that anyone who has seen her stage presence will eventually fall in love with her.

Her performance was steady, skillful, precise, and natural, in every aspect, from her posture and catwalk to her eyes, finger techniques, and water sleeves.

Every movement is not only aesthetically pleasing, but also perfectly integrated with the thoughts and feelings of the characters in the play.

Her singing style is melodious, clear, and pleasant, and does not rely on fancy tricks or unusual variations to win people over.

But whether it is a gentle and melodious tune or a soaring and passionate melody, it all comes from the heart and is deeply moving.

This is not something that can be fully captured by those who simply follow the melody; even with painstaking exploration in both pronunciation and understanding of the character, it is not something that can be achieved overnight.

After seeing her performance, her colleagues would respectfully call her "Master Li".

And so, her name spread throughout the country by her fans, admirers, and proponents.

It's just a pity that not everyone has the opportunity to see her perform.

The first reason is naturally the high ticket price; people without sufficient funds simply cannot afford it.

Secondly, she only leaves Minnan Haishi for three months each year to perform all over the country.

The rest of the time, she stayed in southern Fujian.

Besides ordinary theatergoers, some people of high status are also curious about the other identity of this peerless beauty.

Leader of the Black Dragon Gang.

They wanted to explore more, to understand this seemingly delicate and beautiful woman.

How did they overthrow the Black Dragon Gang overnight, and what methods did they use to develop it into a major local power in southern Fujian within a year?

To many powerful men who look down on women, she is shrouded in mystery.

These people, who usually live a life of luxury and indulgence, love solving mysteries the most.

Of course, those who wanted to solve the mystery eventually disappeared from the world.

So, many years later, those people only dare to admire her stage presence.

Aside from that, all other curiosity remained in my heart.

You also need to constantly remind yourself not to show her the slightest disrespect.

Otherwise, those forces that vanish overnight will be their fate.

While the Minnan region, and even the entire country, was excited and going crazy over Ronghuang's next performance at Lijialou, things were not peaceful at the Dongfu Military Governor's Mansion, which was not far from Lijialou.

Jin Ming stood in the study, holding a letter in his hand.

He hadn't changed out of his full military uniform yet; he was still wearing his black woolen cloak, only his general's hat was off.

The fine strands of hair looked soft in the sunlight streaming through the window.

However, the moment she turned around, that softness vanished, and she became like a renowned sword, dashing and majestic!

"Someone come here."

"Commander!" The adjutant pushed open the door and saluted.

Jin Ming's striking features are handsome yet cold, profound yet indifferent.

"Prepare a few extra tickets for Mr. Li's performance next month at Lijialou."

The adjutant looked troubled: "Commander, you can get as many tickets as you want for other opera troupes. But tickets for Boss Li are probably hard to come by."

Jin Ming frowned. "Is she that famous?"

adjutant:"……"

It's not just famous, it's absolutely famous!

The adjutant managed to describe Hua Rong's popularity, and also mentioned Hua Rong's identity as the leader of the Black Dragon Gang.

Jin Ming sneered: "When the country is in crisis, the people still idolize a gigolo."

The adjutant trembled with fear. Fortunately, this was the governor's mansion, and even if there were fans of Rong Huang, no one dared to lay a hand on Jin Ming.

Otherwise, if someone outside overheard them, he feared his warlord would be put in a sack the moment he stepped outside.

The adjutant said tactfully, "General, please don't say such things outside."

Jin Ming said expressionlessly, "I'm only saying this in front of you."

The adjutant was moved by the deep trust placed in him.

Jin Ming opened the letter in his hand again and gently touched the words on it.

"...Ah Dai, Li Huarong knows about what happened between us, so please be careful... Also, Bei Bei misses her father very much."

Jin Ming lowered his eyes, his expression both sorrowful and gentle.

“…Feixia, Beibei.”

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When Jin Ming arrived near Lijialou, he had to stop the car.

The road ahead was blocked by cars, one more luxurious and expensive than the next, which filled the snow-covered road.

With a dark expression, Jin Ming led his adjutant on foot to Li Family Building.

One ticket allows you to bring one person, or you can bring no one.

Jin Ming, holding the ticket that the adjutant had painstakingly obtained, led him into the Li family compound.

The interior design of Lijialou is simple, yet exquisite in every detail.

Entering it feels like stepping into an ancient garden; it's very comfortable.

"This incense smells wonderful, it must be expensive!" The adjutant looked around as he entered, giving off the air of a country bumpkin visiting the city.

Jin Ming's face darkened further, and he walked even faster, trying to distance himself from his adjutant.

However, he quickly stopped and his gaze fell on Liu Feixia, who was sitting in the first row.

Today, Liu Feixia wore a cheongsam, which accentuated her tall figure.

She sat there with her arms crossed, and as if sensing his gaze, she turned her head.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to stand still.

The longing of the past four years erupted at this moment, and Jin Ming's body trembled.

Liu Feixia was the first to withdraw her gaze and sit down again, her expression still indifferent.

But if someone were to pay attention to her, they would notice that her hands, which had been crossed over her chest, were now clasped tightly together, as if she were enduring something.

Jin Ming walked over step by step and sat down next to her. The adjutant came over and stood behind him, checking the seat numbers.

Huh? The warlord has a really good memory; he actually remembered the seat number.

Jin Ming stiffly extended his hand to Liu Feixia: "Hello, Chief Liu, I've heard so much about you."

Liu Feixia looked down at his hand, as if she remembered something, and finally shook his hand briefly before letting go, her voice indifferent: "Hello, Commander Jin."

The adjutant stared wide-eyed, wondering if he was seeing things.

A patient with advanced obsessive-compulsive disorder actually shook hands with someone?

Did he observe Liu Feixia because she was a rare beauty?

Jin Liang rolled his eyes when he saw the adjutant's appearance.

Did you learn something new? These two ice cubes were already mixed together a long time ago.

This Mr. Li is really cunning; he even arranged for the two of them to sit together.

Could it be that they want to see the two of them struggling to get closer but having to push each other away?