The palace set up a stage, and a group of people played and sang.
It was sung about a grand drama in which a mighty general defeated the treasonous rebels. At the end of the song, the rebels fell to their knees and cried bitterly. According to the regulations, the general appeared at this time and slashed the rebels with a domineering sword.
Unexpectedly, something went wrong at the critical moment. With a swipe in the air, the knife that was supposed to fall on the rebel's neck was broken into two pieces.
This time the opera singer was so frightened that he knelt down on the stage with trembling hands and feet, begging for mercy.
Qi Sheng didn't say a word. He pulled out the saber from the guard's waist, strode onto the stage and chopped down the actor who was playing the role of a rebel.
Hot blood splashed across his face, and he didn't even blink.
"Rebellious ministers and traitors shall be punished!"
Angry voices sounded, and people on and off the stage fell to their knees, and some timid ones even peed their pants.
This is when snus comes in.
After all, she was a person who had died once. Seeing this bloody scene, she did not feel scared. She calmly saluted Qi Sheng and said, "I have something important to report to the prince."
Qi Sheng glanced at her, the anger in his eyes subsided slightly, "Go to the study and talk."
Hanyan followed him to the study. The room was filled with incense, which had the same smell as the sachet that Ning Youan hung on his waist. It had a faint scent of sandalwood, which had a calming effect on the mind.
Because of the fragrance, she almost fell in love with sleeping in Ning Youan's arms.
When his thoughts returned, Qi Sheng was staring at her with sharp eyes, "Has the task assigned to you been completed?"
She nodded and said concisely: "He wants to meet the prince."
"There is not enough time today, let's do it tomorrow. Let him wait for me at Zuixian Tower at noon tomorrow."
Qi Sheng took a sip of tea and looked at the woman in front of him carefully. She was very beautiful, like a big peony flower, gorgeous and graceful, but her temperament was extremely cold, like the cold mist on a winter morning, making it difficult to figure out.
Such a woman with completely opposite temperament and appearance aroused his interest.
Qi Sheng put down his cup, hooked his fingers and said, "Come here."
He was still holding his cigarette, and there was no expression on his beautiful face. "I would like to ask the prince for a favor. If it is done, can I spare Ning Youan's life?"
"Are you pleading for Ning Youan?"
Qi Sheng's tone was solemn, and he raised his hand to pinch her chin without warning. The force was so strong that the fair skin on her chin instantly turned red like the sunset.
The cigarette hurt, and his two delicate eyebrows were knitted together.
Yes, she fell in love with Ning Youan, a man she had only known for ten days.
Such sudden feelings made her feel overwhelmed and scared, but one thing was clear, she hoped that Ning Youan could live in peace, no matter whether they would be together in the end.
Thinking of this, her eyes became firm again, and she endured the pain and squeezed out one word: "Yes."
After a moment's pause, she added: "He will listen to the prince and become his right-hand man. Keeping him will only be good for the prince."
Qi Sheng didn't answer, just looked at her and smiled, as if Shura had just crawled out of hell.
After a long time, he suddenly said: "Do you know how the owner of this skin died?"
"Because he didn't listen to my king's words and had feelings for outsiders."
I couldn't speak due to the cigarette, my jaw hurt terribly, and my legs began to feel weak.
Qi Sheng continued to attack: "I don't care what Chen Bitian's rules are. Since he gave you to me, you are my dog. A dog has no right to make demands."
Han Yan was pushed to the ground by him, and a cup full of tea was thrown at her. Fortunately, the water was not very hot, so she was spared the pain of being scalded.
However, my forehead was bumped by the tea cup and turned red.
She picked up the cup, put it back on the table, bowed respectfully to Qi Sheng, said "I'll take my leave, my slave" and left the study.
The carriage of the Ning family was parked outside the palace. Ning Youan leaned against the carriage and stretched out his hand to her with a smile. The glow of the sky made the smile on his face look particularly gentle and considerate.
Hanyan was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, "Why are you here?"
Ning Youan raised his other hand, "I'm greedy. I'll go out and buy some candied chestnuts. I'll pick you up on the way."
For a person of Ning Youan's status, what he wants to eat is just a matter of words. Someone will naturally buy it and deliver it to his mouth, so there is no need for him to go out and go there in person.
Obviously, he came here specifically to pick him up.
Realizing this, the depression in Hanyan's heart was swept away, she held his hand with a smile and said, "Then come and peel chestnuts for Ninglang."
"How can I let you peel them? Your hands are not meant for peeling chestnuts." Ning Youan teased.
In the end, neither of them was satisfied. When they got into the carriage, Ning Youan accidentally glanced at her red and swollen forehead. He got angry and scolded Qi Sheng indiscriminately, so he was not in the mood to eat.
Hanyan laughed softly, her thin waist clinging to his side, coaxing him like a child.
Ning Youan helped her take medicine, and then pestered her to swear that she would never meet Qi Sheng alone before she was willing to reveal the matter.
During dinner in the evening, the young man Tuanzi who was following Ning Youan talked to Hanyan: "I have never seen the young master so nervous. It shows that he really likes the girl and hopes that the girl will not let him down."
Hanyan nodded and said calmly: "Yes, I know."
Tuanzi scratched his head and left, thinking: "What kind of answer is this? I'm afraid the young master will be sad again this time."
*
Ning Youan arrived at Zuixianlou half an hour early to clear the place and order food. It was almost time after everything was done, but Qi Sheng hadn't come yet.
Tuanzi stood by the door and poked his head around. After waiting for a long time and seeing no one, he couldn't help but turn around and complain to Ning Youan: "Sir, why don't we go back."
Ning Youan glanced at him, "What?"
"I don't think the smoking girl likes the prince very much. It's not worth offending him for her."
"Don't you like it?" Ning Youan had a smile in his eyes, and in his mind he pictured Han Yan smiling at him with a low eyebrow and a shy face. He had been playing among the flowers for a long time, and he knew how to win a woman's heart.
I know too well the signs of a woman’s heartbeat.
Hanyan must have had something else in mind for him.
Ning Youan poured himself a glass of wine, and the strong alcohol went into his throat, burning his heart.
He leaned back in his chair and said lazily: "Tuan'er, you can only be a bachelor in this life."
Tuanzi's face fell, "Why can I only be a bachelor again?"
Ning Youan moved his lips and spit out one word: "Stupid."
Being personally attacked for no reason, Tuanzi arrived feeling aggrieved, but he did not dare to refute, and even if he did, he would not be able to make a quarrel.
He left the room bitterly. He wanted to say, "I'm going to see if the prince is here." But before he could open his mouth, there was a commotion downstairs.
"Hey, the uncle is finally here. Take pity on me for working so hard."
Obviously others need to use him to do things, but in the end he still has to beg and fawn over. Power is really a good thing.
Ning Youan complained with a sigh, put down his wine glass, and went out to pick up someone.
At this moment, Qi Sheng restrained his arrogance and put on a shallow smile. When they met, he apologized to Ning Youan: "I'm sorry, I was late because of something unexpected. Please don't take offense, Mr. Ning."