Chapter 65
It's a wonderful feeling.
Although he was still the same person, Zhou Li was afraid to see any difference on Tang Jing's face, which would make her feel uncomfortable for a long time.
The martial artist on the stage was fighting a tiger, his fists dancing vigorously, but Zhou Li was thinking of Tang Jing's ruthlessness in breaking the guard's neck that night. The moonlight cast a hazy color on her body, and the misty blood color dazzled Zhou Li's eyes, making her a little trance.
Her heart beat faster, perhaps out of fear or nervousness, but she remembered this scene deeply in her mind.
“Aaaaaaaa…”
"good!"
The audience applauded enthusiastically. The martial artist walked around a few times, and the tiger fell to the ground. Zhou Li lowered his eyes and turned to go backstage.
Tang Jing looked at the place where Zhou Li disappeared, and couldn't help but frowned, then quickly untied it, like a ripple on the water, leaving no trace, and no one noticed.
Everyone in the prince's mansion said that the new concubine had a cold temper. She was equally cold towards servants and other ladies, making people afraid to look at her for too long. Even the hustle and bustle at the moment did not seem to affect her brows at all. She was still like the frosty moonlight, as cold as the moonlight in the lotus pond, which made people unable to hold it in their hands and could only watch it from afar.
Everyone is still observing to see if Tang Jing is a strong rival. There are many old people in the prince's mansion, and new people come in every month. No matter they are the prince's close friends, court opponents, or folk legends, they all know that the old prince is a playboy, with friends all over the world, and the mansion is full of beautiful women.
There are more wolves than meat in the prince's mansion, and the old prince is not very energetic. He only favors a few people every month. The arrival of new people is the best opportunity to show their talents. After a month, the prince may be so busy with his daily affairs that he even forgets about people.
Tang Jing greeted the scrutiny with a calm demeanor, his already stoic face growing even colder. Someone wondered who had brought such a mournful expression into the palace. Who in the mansion couldn't smile beautifully? Others wondered if there were simply too many people with beautiful smiles in the mansion, and this newcomer was using such a cold demeanor to attract the prince's attention.
Everyone was whispering, eating snacks and eating melon seeds while chatting about gossip. The people on the stage had finished packing up, and the drumbeats changed, as rapid as raindrops. A clear voice floated into the ears, just as refreshing and sweet as eating ice watermelon in the hot summer. Everyone looked curious and looked up, only to see that it was the famous Mr. Feihua. As soon as she appeared, a black-faced martial artist came out from the opposite side. The two of them exchanged a few moves in silence, which only made these women in the backyard excited. They usually didn't see such a new thing, and they stared at it with relish.
At this time, Tang Jing, who had always had a cold face, actually smiled slightly. Her smile was calm, like a small white flower that did not sway in the wind, revealing her beauty.
Tang Jing looked at the stage and felt proud. This was the famous Mr. Feihua. She was not an actor or an actress. She was Mr. Feihua with an amazing voice.
Watching Zhou Li singing, reciting, acting, and fighting on stage, Tang Jing's eyes softened and her expression was touching. The woman sitting next to her, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly asked, "Do you know each other?"
Tang Jing looked at the woman with a slightly cold expression. The woman explained, "You seem very familiar with the people on the stage."
Tang Jing remained calm and said calmly, "Who doesn't know Ms. Feihua? She's a woman so highly sought after in the south that people pay a fortune for her. It's a real honor to hear her perform."
"Are you from the south?" The other party looked a little surprised.
"Man?" Tang Jing pretended not to understand, "I'm a woman."
The other person was amused by her. He chuckled and covered his mouth with his hands, saying, "Did I say you are from the south? No wonder you look so thin and delicate."
Tang Jing didn't nod or shake her head. Instead, she felt that she was disturbing her opera. She said in a calm tone, "Do you want to listen to the opera or talk?"
The other party was stunned by Tang Jing's sudden attack.
Tang Jing frowned slightly and said suddenly, "You are too noisy."
"Ah." The opponent squeaked, and Tang Jing's expression was dull. He turned his head and stared at the stage. The fight was at its most exciting. Zhou Li, holding a flower spear, fought back and forth with the opponent. It was dazzling to watch. After a few rounds, the opponent was defeated. Zhou Li made a comeback and knocked off the opponent's hat, which was greeted with cheers again.
Tang Jing's brows relaxed. Zhou Li was still moaning, and a voice came from the side: "You are so rude." Like a complaint or anger, Tang Jing picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. After watching Zhou Li finish the performance and go backstage, she also stood up and left.
The woman who had just spoken to her was surprised by her rude behavior.
The host hadn't left the table yet, but she left without even saying goodbye. This was extremely disrespectful in the mansion!
As they are both concubines, she dare not be so arrogant and ignore the two concubines!
She looked around nervously, and it seemed that no one except her noticed Tang Jing had left the table. After all, they were of low status and sat in the corner, so no one paid attention to them as they were all attracted by the excitement on the stage.
Tang Jing returned to her yard. Instead of sitting there and listening to them shouting, she decided to sit in the yard and listen quietly. She moved a chair, drove away all the servants in the yard, sat under the tree and closed her eyes.
Zhou Li performed three shows in a row today. Tang Jing had seen the performance list. She was enjoying herself so much while tapping the armrests of the chair. Suddenly, she heard a flaw in the drumbeats, and Zhou Li's voice also became slightly lagging. Fortunately, she finally reacted and did not follow the lagging drumbeats, and her singing was not led astray.
The drumming didn't sound right, but thankfully, the song was in its final verse, and the drummer's performance didn't affect Zhou Li's. Tang Jing, with her sharp ears, faintly heard the commotion on the other side of the courtyard wall. Someone asked, "What's wrong with the drummer?" She hesitated, looking at the wall, which wasn't high to her, and the deserted, quiet courtyard. She tucked her skirt into her belt, took a run-up, leaped, scaled the wall, and flipped over.
At this time, preparations were still being made in front of the stage, and there was a panic behind the stage. The most important drummer actually had an upset stomach at this time. It must be that he ate too much oily food at the prince's mansion at noon. They were poor people who had suddenly become rich, and their stomachs, which did not eat much meat, could not stand such meaty food, so they started to have stomach upset.
"What should we do?" Everyone was discussing, and Dapeng also looked distressed.
"Why are you panicking?" Zhou Li, who had just come off stage to change her clothes and accessories and had just learned about the situation, was not panicked at all. She said to Dapeng, "Didn't you learn drumming for a while?"
"Me?" Dapeng waved his hands in panic. "I can't do it. I really can't do it! If the drum isn't set properly, the show will be ruined!"
"I'm not asking you to play the erhu. Your erhu playing is no different from sawing wood." Zhou Li said disdainfully: "It's a special period. Why are you refusing? Just take over first and watch me step by step."
Dapeng smiled bitterly and whispered, "Boss, although I have learned it, I only learned the basics. I really can't perform your play."
Zhou Li frowned and glanced at the crowd, trying to see if he could find a taller person among the short ones. At this moment, a light voice rang out. Tang Jing, who had stood behind the crowd at some point, said, "I'll do it. I'll play the drums for the play."
Everyone turned their heads, and Zhou Li had a complicated look in his eyes.
Tang Jing looked at Zhou Li and curled his lips: "Boss, let's go. The audience outside won't wait for anyone."
Zhou Li knew that now was not the time to speak. Since someone stood up and said that she could do it, Zhou Li believed her. After all, she thought that Tang Jing was not the kind of person who would brag. Besides, the presence or absence of the drum beat would not affect her performance.
She nodded and agreed.
Tang Jing asked the person next to him for an extra gown, then found a hat, tucked his hair into it, picked up the drumstick, and looked nostalgic.
Zhou Li changed his clothes and said nothing more. He walked to Tang Jing and said, "Let's go."
Tang Jing came on from the side, and Zhou Li was waiting backstage, waiting for the musicians to take their positions.
When Tang Jing was sitting on the wooden bench and beating the small drum, she wondered to herself whether Zhou Li trusted her or not, otherwise why was he not surprised to see her and didn't even say anything extra.
Zhou Li appeared on stage accompanied by music. This time her singing was gentle and affectionate, which was a popular love scene in Beijing recently. Compared with the dazzling performance before, the people in the yard obviously quieted down and immersed themselves in this sweet conversation.
The actor who acted opposite Zhou Li was a tall and mighty young man in their troupe. When he appeared in this costume, many young women in the yard blushed.
Although there was no direct physical contact between the two, every line of the lyrics expressed infinite affection.
Zhou Li had just learned this play when he arrived in Beijing. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, he had reached the level where he could perform on stage.
After three shows, the audience was still not satisfied, so Zhou Li led the actors out to take a bow.
After the performance, Zhou Li was taking off her makeup. Tang Jing was not in a hurry to leave, but stood beside her to help her.
Zhou Li's makeup was the most complicated in the entire troupe. She glanced at Tang Jing in the mirror, but didn't appreciate it. She slapped Tang Jing's hand away and said, "You are of noble status now. These things are not suitable for you to do."
Tang Jing's slightly raised mouth corners drooped. Standing behind Zhou Li, he suddenly put his hands on her shoulders, resting his face on her left shoulder. He leaned close to her cheek, looked at Zhou Li in the mirror and said, "I'm no different from you. Are you not going to be close to me because of my changed status?"
Zhou Li frowned: "When did I get close to you..."
Zhou Li's eyes widened as she watched Tang Jing block her mouth. Tang Jing dodged the words she didn't want to hear. She left Zhou Li's lips, leaned close to Zhou Li's ear and smiled, "Whether you believe it or not, I'm still clean. I just want to leave my body to someone I trust, but unfortunately that person doesn't appreciate it."
Then he murmured and bit Zhou Li's earlobe and said, "Tonight, I'll wait for you."
Zhou Li sat in front of the mirror in a trance, her face red from head to toe, almost smoking. There was no one else in the mirror except her own figure, which made Zhou Li feel that what had just happened was almost an illusion.
After Dapeng finished collecting his things, he ran over and asked curiously, "Boss, where is Tang Jing?"
Zhou Li came back to his senses and realized that what had just happened was real.
She tried her best to hide her expression, picked up the oil on the table and was about to melt the oil paint on her face, "How should I know?" she said in a rough voice.
It was not known whether it was a mistake or a shaking hand, but the oil splashed onto Zhou Li's legs. Looking at the dirty costume, Zhou Li felt even more upset.
It's all Tang Jing's fault! Why did he have to kiss her? And even ask her out!
Is Zhou Li that kind of person? !
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