Chapter 192 Farewell My Concubine

Bo Jinxiu's voice was indifferent.

"I told you at the time that if you resort to trickery and hurt anyone again, I will never let you off easily."

Xu Yao said loudly: "I don't have it!"

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 and found that Juliet and Shatubia 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 convenient treatment.

There are various medicines on the shelves.

The coach has taken people on a tour before.

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

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

He waved his hands casually.

"Such people should be sent back to the country and directly to the police station. We live in a society ruled by law now. Those who do evil must pay the price. Everyone is equal before the law. We must obey the law at all times and must not have the intention to harm others."

Xu Yao was dragged away directly.

But as she walked, 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, Shen Qingqing suddenly dropped one of her chopsticks.

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 sternness flashed across Bo Jinxiu's eyes.

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

Jiang Ciyou knew it clearly in his heart.

This matter is definitely not as simple as it seems.

Xu Yao administered the poison, and there might be someone plotting behind this.

Now it's probably just a case of the thief crying "catch the thief".

Because of this incident.

The atmosphere during dinner became even weirder.

Xie Ming was also trembling with fear.

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

How do I continue filming?

Everyone has their own thoughts while eating.

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.

He was blocked by two bodyguards.

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

Jiang Ci looked around anxiously and found no one around.

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

The bodyguard said with a grim face: "If Miss Jiang can escape from both of us, she doesn't have to go."

Bo Wanhua's bodyguards are obviously top-notch experts.

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

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

Jiang Ciyou is very interesting.

She said calmly: "Then I will go 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 buildings here are peculiar and look like bird cages.

Jiang Ciyou had seen this place on the map.

It is the big theater on the island.

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

The theater is very big.

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

Like a magnificent palace.

In the centre of the theatre is a huge stage.

At this time, a huge red screen covered it.

There was a man sitting in the center of the audience stands.

It’s Bo Wanhua.

Jiang Ciyou's eyes darkened.

But he still walked to Bo Wanhua's side.

Bo Wanhua sat there without moving, still holding a ceramic cup for drinking tea in her hand.

She took a sip of her tea.

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

After Jiang Ciyou sat down.

The lights in the theatre were dim.

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 plot moves from the murderous military camp to the magnificent palace, and finally to the tragic scene of the Wujiang River surrounded by enemies on all sides.

"Your Majesty, your spirit has run out. How can I, a lowly concubine, live?"

"I persuade the king to drink wine and listen to Yu's songs, and to relieve his worries by dancing gracefully. It has always been said that success or failure depends on a moment..."

"No matter how helpless people are, they can never defeat fate."

The sounds of the Beijing erhu and pipa are like the howling of the wind by the river, especially sad.

As the drum beats became more rapid, the lights on the stage focused on Yu Ji alone. She was wearing gorgeous costumes, complicated headdresses, 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 blade of the sword flashing coldly in the dim candlelight. She slowly turned around, with her back to Xiang Yu, her eyes full of despair and affection.

With a deep sigh, Yu Ji suddenly raised her sword and crossed it across the snow-white neck. The action was decisive and beautiful. With a mournful cry, blood gushed out, staining her clothes and the entire stage red...

Accompanied by the red color spreading on the stage.

The heavy red curtain slowly fell and the music faded.

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 scene seemed to have left a deep mark on her soul.

At the end.

She stood up without even realizing it.

Jiang Ciyou was filled with anxiety and turned to look at Bo Wanhua.

At this time, 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 heartless 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 on all sides, and the only way to escape was to die.

She seemed to have noticed Jiang Ci's worried look.

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

"Miss Jiang, I'm sorry."

Bo Wanhua also did not hide anything.

Jiang Ciyou could sense the trembling in her voice, as if she was still immersed in it, 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.

An elegant yet indifferent smile.

"Ms. Jiang, what do you think of this scene?"

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

Bo Wanhua asked, "Yu Ji died, and Xiang Yu finally committed suicide in the Wu River. I have always had a question. If Xiang Yu did not die in the end, but lived on, would Yu Ji hate him in her grave?"

Jiang Ciyou looked at Bo Wanhua's expression, which was unusually 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 Ci was confused and worried that there might be some kind of textual trap in it.

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

Bo Wanhua also smiled bitterly.

When I raised my eyes again, she had completely returned to her usual self.

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

The atmosphere here made her feel suffocated.

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

"Of course not."

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

Then open it.

He took out an exquisite pistol from it.

A gold-made Swiss P210 pistol.