Ignoring Kang Chuwu and the little guy's appearance of eating melons and watching a show, Feng Weihuan gracefully left Prince Yan's Mansion with Qiqiao's eyes blank.
On the carriage, Qiqiao saw her princess who couldn't restrain her excitement and excitement, and couldn't help but whisper: "Are you going out to watch a play for fun, or are you going to see Mr. Nan to be happy?"
"Qiqiao, what did you say?"
"It's nothing. Would you like some preserved fruit, sir?" Qiqiao immediately made a dog-legged gesture.
Feng Weihuan pinched a plum in a very polite manner and put it into his mouth.
Mmm, so sweet.
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The carriage arrived at the largest theater in the imperial capital in a hurry.
With the ticket given by Nanming, Feng Weihuan sat in the best booth on the second floor.
When the play opened, Nan Ming did not appear.
Feng Weihuan felt a little disappointed. He took a sip of tea from the cup and felt that the tea was a bit bland.
However, she was soon attracted by the performance on the stage downstairs.
It has to be said that Nan Ming is really a genius. Such a bloody book was transformed into a legend that moved the world and moved the heart.
"Linze, if there is a next life, my only wish is to never meet you again." On the stage, the heroine stood on the edge of the cliff, with a look of despair on her face, and jumped down without hesitation.
The hero jumped down without saying a word.
Feng Weihuan blinked his wet eyes, thinking he heard wrongly.
Linze.
This name is very familiar. Where have you heard it?
But the Prime Minister doesn’t seem to be called that in the storybook, right?
"Princess Princess."
A voice like the clear wind and bright moon came, and Feng Wei jumped suddenly for joy, almost jumping out of his chest.
She used the motion of getting up to press it without leaving any trace, as if this could prevent her heartbeat from revealing the little thoughts in her heart that could not be suppressed.
"Master Nan." She smiled and saluted.
"Excuse me, the play is coming to an end. Do you mind if I sit with you?" Nan Ming still looked gentle and polite.
"Of course I don't mind."
The two sat down and looked at the stage.
However, the mind is not.
"Mr. Nan, why does this story have to change its ending?" The elegant room was too quiet. Feng Weihuan looked at the reconciled male and female protagonists and found something to say.
"With the new year and new atmosphere, the miserable drama is inappropriate for the time. It's better to have a happy reunion to put everyone in a good mood." Nan Ming said.
"What Mr. Nan said made me shed a lot of tears." Feng Weihuan smiled and exaggerated: "The handkerchief is half wet."
"It was changed based on the princess's suggestion." Nan Ming took a sip of tea.
"My suggestion?" Feng Weihuan was a little doubtful of his memory.
"Well, the princess said that day that the emotions in the play must reach the extreme to attract people, such as extreme misery and extreme joy." Nan Ming looked at her with a smile.
Feng Weihuan frowned and recalled, she seemed to have said that that day in the valley.
But she just said it casually, and it was just her personal preference, so Nan Ming followed it and changed it?
Thinking of this, the heart that she had finally suppressed jumped violently.
She quickly picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea and pressed it.
"What do you think of this scene, Princess?" Nan Ming asked.
"It looks good." Feng Weihuan said truthfully.
"Isn't it too bloody?"
"It's a bloody mess, but the plot and rhythm are handled extremely well. It's still a masterpiece. When I was watching the show, I also paid attention to the audience downstairs. Everyone was very involved, which shows that this is not just my opinion."
"Hearing what the Princess said, I can feel at ease and let Shopkeeper He arrange the next events." Nan Ming said with a smile.
