Chapter 810: A Gift from the Young Marshal to Love [39]
At the beginning of this scene, everyone was surprised. Everyone knew some of the five thousand years of Chinese drama, but they had never seen this part.
The eldest lady is sitting in the middle, with He Anyuan on her left, Yi Jian on her right, Zhong Qing on Yi Jian's right, and the fourth aunt next to Zhong Qing.
He Anyuan sat there obediently, staring intently at the scene on the stage, her expression calm and clear, and the aftermath in the corners of her eyes would glance at the young marshal aside from time to time.
The eldest wife actually likes dramas, and she liked to dress up according to the eldest wife's preference for this play, so the eldest wife watched it with special concentration.
Yi Jian didn't like to read it, so she just closed her eyes and listened to it, remembering the melodious tune. Since it was the eldest lady's birthday, she couldn't leave like this, so she sat there quietly, whispering with her hands.
He turned from the side, grabbed Zhong Qing's left hand, held it tightly in his hand,
He held it tightly, pinching it twice from time to time, causing Zhong Qing to tremble all over. He stared at the stage intently, not daring to make any movement, but his fingers trembled from time to time, trying to pull it out of his hand.
, but he clenched tighter and moved closer and closer to her.
Zhong Qing pursed her lips and glanced at Yi Jian displeased.
"Ha." Yi Jian laughed softly, Zhong Qing tilted her head, looking at Yi Jian who was so close, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes...
After staring at Yi Jian for a while, Zhong Qing laughed softly, leaned close to his ear, and said softly: "Young Marshal, so many people are watching, no, let's watch a show."
Yi Jian nodded. Zhong Qing just thought he was following her, so she turned her face and continued to stare at the stage. Her eyelashes were very long and flickering, which was particularly beautiful.
Yi Jian did not watch the show, but just stared at her profile, looking a little fascinated.
Zhong Qing felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her, and said softly: "It would be a pity if you missed such a beautiful show."
Zhong Qing's voice was very soft, for fear of disturbing other people's enjoyment of the show, so her lips were pressed against Yi Jian's ear. Yi Jian's heart was itched by her thin breathing, but she felt that every word she spoke was like
It was so tempting that he swallowed, held her hand, and exerted a slight force, as if he wanted to keep her deeply in front of him forever and never leave her for even a moment.
