Qu Lingyuan’s character is also very interesting.
This body has changed three souls, including hers.
The first one is the original owner, the second one is the opera master who traveled from modern times, and the third one is Qu Lingyuan.
So she inherited the memories of two people at once.
The original owner was picked up by the class owner Qu Yuanxiang and taken back to the Fengxi class when he was still a baby.
Her parents were reckless and she was raised by Qu Yuanxiang. She regarded him as her own father and loved opera very much. However, she had no talent for it. At the age of fourteen, she died suddenly due to excessive practice and unwillingness to fall asleep.
Perhaps God had mercy on this hardworking girl. After her death, a modern opera master came to her with his skills, which fulfilled her wish.
But later on, their souls were not matched. The opera master only stayed in this world for four years before he left his body due to the instability of his soul and continued to fall into reincarnation.
The body without a soul lay quietly on the bed, making the man think that she was asleep, so he dared to do something inappropriate.
Seeing the vacancy, Yi Ling stuffed Qu Lingyuan's soul into it.
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Feng Xi Troupe's theater was extremely luxurious, with both indoor and outdoor stages, and beautiful buildings with carved beams and painted rafters.
Qu Lingyuan sat in front of the outdoor stage, bending her slender fingers and tapping the table lightly with her nails. The crisp sound was quite clear under the quiet moonlight.
"Shujin's name sounds a bit feminine." Qu Lingyuan stared at the table in a daze, muttering to himself.
The moon is bright in the sky, and its light is everywhere.
Shu Jin, who was lying on the roof of the theater with his arms resting on his head, enjoying the breeze, vaguely heard these words and frowned slightly.
In the past, people always called him "Young Marshal Shujin". It was not that he didn't like being called Young Marshal, but he just didn't want others to call him Shujin because the name sounded feminine.
Later he banned this title, but people in Fengcheng thought he didn't like the title of Young Marshal.
He was too lazy to explain, and there was no need to explain.
It’s so domineering to call him Jin Ye.
In front of others, Shujin often looks heroic in military uniform, but behind others, Shujin is always unkempt.
He lazily stood up with the help of bricks and tiles, refusing to straighten his back, wanting to see which crazy boy was still unwilling to fall asleep in the middle of the night, with him on his mind.
In the moonlight, he could only vaguely see a slender silhouette.
The woman, like him, was leaning lazily on the back of a carved mahogany chair, her face supported by one arm, her skin flawless.
I really don’t know what I did before, my three thousand black hairs are so messy.
Shu Jin's eyes flickered and he looked away in disgust.
No matter how beautiful she is, isn't she still a nympho?
There were footsteps under the eaves. Maybe the woman had returned to the house.
Shujin turned over and felt something was wrong again.
The footsteps sounded heavy, obviously from someone of considerable weight. However, the graceful figure I had just glimpsed, with her slender waist beautifully revealed under her cheongsam, would never make such a sound when walking.
"Ling Yuan, you have such a cruel heart. You just threw me against the wall like that. It hurts so much." The disgusting man spoke in a lewd voice, but he still tried to act pitiful.
Qu Lingyuan thought he was so funny that even Shu Jin's eyes twitched.
"Sir, although Ling Yuan is an actress, she doesn't sell her body. If you want to have sex with women, you'd better look elsewhere."
Shujin finally heard her voice clearly.
The voice was clear and sweet, with a hint of alienation and coldness, and the tone was slow, but it was pleasant to the ear.
The man refused to give up: "I spend so much money every day in your Fengxi Troupe, and you won't even let an actor serve me?"
Qu Lingyuan was furious at the disrespectful words. "I've already told you that actors are not prostitutes. I hope you will respect yourself. If you come any closer, don't blame me for being rude."
She never thought there was anything wrong with actors. Modern opera masters are still respected. It’s just that these people themselves have dirty hearts.
She stood up from the chair, straightened her back, and gripped the mahogany chair tightly with her slender fingers.
Her experiences in her previous life taught her the fighting skills. As long as her hands were not captured, she still had the strength to fight.
The man walked slowly closer, and Qu Lingyuan made a gesture to prepare for self-defense.
"cough."
A sudden cough from the rooftop broke the tense atmosphere.
Qu Lingyuan didn't dare to take her eyes off the man in front of her. But the man looked towards the roof and was immediately scared to death.
"Jin...Mr. Jin?"
Shu Jin supported his hands behind his back, his military uniform slightly wrinkled, his eyelids drooped, and he looked down at them condescendingly, his expression casual but able to look down on everything.
He was silent for a long while before he said slowly, "It's the middle of the night, disturbing my sweet dreams."
In one sentence, the nauseous man was frightened so much that his belly trembled and his fingers shook.
"Mr. Jin, I'm leaving right now. I'm leaving right now." The man's voice was weak, and he ran out of the theater with his round belly.
Who doesn't know the status of warlords? They nominally obey the rule, but they establish their own power in the local area.
In other words, in the warlord-controlled areas, they are the rulers.
What's more, Shujin had a gun in his hand.
Watching the man walk away, Qu Lingyuan awkwardly let go of the mahogany chair.
She didn't expect to see Shujin here. She lowered her head and said softly, "Thank you, Master Jin."
If it weren't for you, this chair would have almost died. It's so sad to see such beautiful carvings broken.
Shu Jin still remembered the pose she had just taken, stared at her for a few seconds longer, and asked, "Can you fight?"
Qu Lingyuan's mind raced, trying to come up with excuses. She smiled meekly and replied, "I'm an opera student, so I know a little bit about everything."
"I didn't know you had ever sung this kind of play." Shu Jin stretched out one of his long legs and looked at her with interest.
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