Those bright eyes are filled with infinite affection, making people involuntarily immersed in his singing and emotions.
Zhao Manxiang was fascinated by what she heard.
She had often listened to operas before, but had never been as engrossed as she was today, as if she were Cui Yingying herself.
At this moment, Zhao Manxiang's heart was completely captured. She seemed to have entered the ancient story and become a character in the play, intoxicated by those lingering emotions.
"I held her tenderness and beauty in my arms...
Caressing her waist, gently unbuttoning her clothes, like raindrops nourishing a blooming peony...
The fish and water blended together, and the butterfly savored the tender bud. Half-heartedly, surprised and shy, its lips lightly touched the cheek.
Lin Yuelou was singing, his eyes inadvertently looking towards Zhao Manxiang.
At this moment, Zhao Manxiang seemed to feel an inexplicable acceleration of her heartbeat, and the blush on her face deepened involuntarily, as if even her breathing stopped at that moment.
Zhao Manxiang's face couldn't help but get hot. She felt the heat on her cheeks spreading from her heart to her whole body, and she even felt a little dizzy.
She lowered her head, trying to hide her embarrassment, but her heart was in turmoil.
When the show was over, Zhao Manxiang felt weak all over and had difficulty walking.
This scene made her heart surge, and she seemed exhausted, but the excitement in her heart could not be calmed for a long time.
She slowly stood up, struggling to keep her feet steady, wanting to leave this place that made her feel so complicated as soon as possible.
After the play, the troupe was about to leave the house. Zhao Manxiang cheered up and ordered her men to reward them, especially giving Lin Yuelou some extra silver.
Her voice trembled slightly, but she remained calm and dignified.
Although she was still in turmoil, she still remembered her respect and gratitude for the artists.
The troupe owner came with several actors to express his gratitude.
"No need to be so polite, just go back."
Zhao Manxiang tried to remain calm and said.
She suppressed her inner excitement and tried to make her voice sound calm.
She hoped the brief encounter wouldn't cause any trouble for anyone.
After saying that, Zhao Manxiang turned around and left.
She walked hurriedly, hoping to leave here quickly and let the turmoil in her heart gradually subside.
Unexpectedly, her skirt was stepped on by Lin Yuelou, and she staggered and tilted to one side.
The accident almost made her fall, and a look of panic appeared on her face.
Lin Yuelou immediately stepped forward to support Zhao Manxiang, and whispered in a charming voice, "Young Madam, you must be careful."
His voice was soft and alluring, like an invisible force that made people's hearts flutter involuntarily.
Lin Yuelou's fingers gently pinched Zhao Manxiang's slightly exposed wrist. The touch of her soft skin made her heart beat wildly. A trace of shyness and nervousness flashed across her face. She whispered a reproach: "That's too much!"
Lin Yuelou quickly retracted his hand and explained sincerely, "I'm sorry for being so rude. I was just worried that the young lady might fall and get hurt. I hope you can forgive me."
There was a hint of apology and uneasiness in his words, and he obviously did not want to upset the distinguished lady with his behavior.
"Forget it, let's go!"
After Zhao Manxiang said this somewhat coldly, she quickly picked up her skirt and hurried away.
Her back looked a little hurried and uneasy, as if she was trying her best to escape from some embarrassing situation.
After watching her leave, Lin Yuelou took a deep breath, and the faint scent of the woman seemed to still linger between his fingers.
He lowered his head, a faint smile unconsciously appearing on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes revealed an imperceptible sense of pride and satisfaction.
The Duke's Mansion did not have opera troupes perform every day. This incident was like a small episode that passed quietly in the daily life of the mansion without causing much waves.
Only Zhao Manxiang herself knew that she had dreamed about spring several times, and in those dreams, the person who gently caressed her was Lin Yuelou.
The feeling was so real and warm that her heart could not calm down for a long time.
Every time she woke up from a dream, she would secretly curse herself for being crazy. How could she dream of such a lowly actor?
Lin Yuelou was just a small figure for people's amusement and was not worthy of touching her skin.
Because he was still very weak, many housework was forced to be left to Wen Zhu.
Wen Zhu always treated Zhao Manxiang with such respect and consideration. Whenever he was free, he would stay by her side to help open the curtains, pour tea or handle other trivial matters. Sometimes he would even cook for his wife himself and prepare delicious meals.
Seeing this, the Duke's wife couldn't help but praise Wen Zhu for his hard work and steadfastness, saying he was a rare good servant.
But as the days passed, Zhao Manxiang's mood became more and more unstable and weird. She often flew into a rage over trivial matters and shouted at the servants around her.
Therefore, whenever the maids in Qifangyuan encountered trouble, most of them would secretly seek help from Wen Zhu, hoping that her gentle attitude could cover up for them or say a few good words in front of their master.
Whenever this happened, Wen Zhu would always try his best to comfort Zhao Manxiang with his words, ease her emotions, and sometimes even make her laugh.
Although Wen Zhu herself has been criticized and wronged for these little things, to the people around her, she is like a guardian, and everyone is full of gratitude to her.
At the end of November, the weather was getting colder.
The biting cold wind whistled past, people put on thick cotton clothes, and the number of pedestrians on the streets gradually decreased.
On this day, Wen Zhu bowed to Zhao Manxiang and said with a smile, "Young Madam, I want to go out of the house for a while to follow up on my mother's case and check on the business."
"Is there still no news on your mother's case?"
Zhao Manxiang asked in surprise after hearing this.
"not yet."
Wen Zhu's expression darkened, and his voice carried a hint of loss and helplessness.
"Then go ahead and come back soon."
Zhao Manxiang waved her hand to indicate that she could leave and hoped that she could return safely soon.
Wen Zhu took Su Yue and Su Qin out of the house and went to the Jingzhao government office first.
Along the way, her heart was filled with anxiety and expectation. After all, this trip was not only for her mother, but also for an important family business.
At the gate of Jingzhao Prefecture, Wen Zhu met his father Xu Junming.
She had earlier sent someone to inform her father to come along today, hoping that they could work together to expedite the progress of her mother's case.
Xu Jun had obviously lost a lot of weight, and there were a few white hairs on his once shiny black hair, and his back was not as straight as before.
He looked so lonely standing there that it made people feel sympathetic.
Seeing his daughter coming, a long-lost smile finally appeared on his face.
However, this smile was quickly replaced by another complex emotion.
Seeing this, Wen Zhu couldn't help but feel a surge of sadness in his heart, and he couldn't help but call out softly, "Dad."
“Hey.”
Xu Junming responded to his daughter in a slightly low voice.
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