After leaving the door, the maid from Weiyang Palace came here.
Qiye was dressed in bright yellow silk and satin, watching the play attentively.
The palace maid called softly: "Your Majesty..."
Qiye didn't seem to hear, he was still looking at the stage intently, and he spoke after a long while.
"What's wrong?"
"Miss Qian Shang is not feeling well. She looks very serious. She can't even get out of bed." The palace maid carefully observed Qiye's face before speaking carefully, "Miss Qian Shang said it is an old problem and she will be fine if she rests for a while."
"Really?" Qiye's indifferent reply was as usual. The palace maid with her back to Qiye responded and did not dare to speak again.
Qiye, whose whole body was bathed in the babbling tune, sat quietly, and his natural cold temperament was undoubtedly revealed.
On the stage, the singer was singing Butterfly Lovers. Zhu Yingtai also had a pair of big eyes and a figure like a flowing cloud. Occasionally, their eyes met when they looked around, and they seemed a little scared, and they dodge in a panic.
Looks a lot like Qian Shang
Qian Shang, it has been a few days since he came to Jiutian Temple. He tried every means to make her happy, but he always had an indifferent expression.
Today, he invited the most famous theater troupe in the capital to sing her favorite Butterfly Lovers.
However, she declined
Is she still blaming him?
"Have you asked the imperial doctor to see you?" Qiye closed his eyes, not having any interest in watching the theater. Once, he was pestered by Qian Shang to go see Liang Zhu. They made an appointment, but he didn't go.
Qian Shang also sent people to urge her again and again, but she still didn't go in the end.
He didn't know if it was in those days that Qian Chang, like himself, suddenly felt that the wonderful opera in front of him had turned into a sad swan song.
Qiye raised his head and felt that he didn't understand Qian Shang at all.
