Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 25

Fang Jinhe put on her makeup, turned around in the mirror, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, she walked out calmly.

Yang Xing didn't want to move, but found himself forced to follow him.

Damn setting!

It was a very small stage, and there were a few scattered people sitting under the stage, but the host and guest seats were empty.

Someone was calling him: "Yunxian! Come on!"

It turned out that his name was Yunxian.

Yang Xing thought, the name sounds nice, but it doesn't match his temperament.

Yunxian gave that person a light look: "What's the hurry, Sun Chuanxi didn't come again."

The man was startled, and hurriedly made a small movement: "Why do you call City Lord Sun by his name! Let him hear it and get angry!"

Yunxian ignored it, "Isn't the name just for being called, so why be angry?"

Yang Xing suddenly felt that this Yunxian seemed to be different from other actors.

The singing stage has already been set up, and the masters playing music below are all in place one by one.

Yun Xian leaned on the edge of the singing stage, glanced at the people around him, his eyes were charming.

There were a few people in the audience who saw him, and their eyes showed surprise.

"City Lord Sun is here!"

Hearing this sound, Yang Xing looked back at the yard, only to see a man in brocade clothes walking over slowly.

The man was wearing a brown cotton robe with a white crane pattern embroidered on it, and a light brown belt around his waist. His black hair was loosely tied, his eyebrows were slender, his figure was tall and straight, and he looked like a talented person.

Yang Xing admired Sun Chuanxi's appearance, and then remembered to see Yunxian.

I saw Yun Xian's demeanor was completely different from that of just now, he smiled gently, walked up to the singing stage slowly, and saluted the man in the main seat from a distance, his gesture was full of respect.

But Yang Xing felt that he was deliberately making such a posture of submission. When he lowered his head, Yang Xing was standing beside him, and he clearly saw the coldness flashing in his eyes.

When the music sounded, Yunxian turned around and opened his voice softly, turning into the Du Liniang who died for love and lived for love in the play.

Every frown and smile is charming and moving, and every word is touching.

All the people present held their breath and watched seriously, their eyes glued to the graceful figure on the stage and refused to let go.

Even Sun Chuanxi became slightly moved from his initial calmness. He leaned forward, put one hand on the table, and made an expression of interest.

A young man beside Sun Chuanxi was very good at observing words and expressions. Seeing him like this, he immediately nodded to the troupe master who was guarding him.

The troupe leader was overjoyed, he hurriedly bowed to Sun Chuanxi a few times, then stepped back and told the troupe to put things away.

This time, the theater troupe can finally settle down in Liyuan.

At the end of the song on the stage, a flower branch of a magnolia tree was blown by the wind, and several flowers fell down, one of which seemed to fall on Yunxian's head on purpose.

Yunxian gently raised his hand, took down the delicate and charming magnolia flower, glanced at it, turned around and threw it towards Sun Chuanxi.

It was obviously a flower as light as a piece of paper, but it miraculously shook a few times in the wind and landed in front of Sun Chuanxi.

Sun Chuanxi's slender hand stretched forward and caught the magnolia. The color of the pink and white petals began to transition from the center and gradually became darker. There were a few bright red stamens in the innermost part, like a shy beauty, wanting to refuse but still welcome. .

When he looked at the stage again, Yunxian had already left.

……

Yang Xing followed Yunxian back to the room and found that there were many more boxes in the room.

A short, middle-aged man came over with a happy expression on his face: "Yunxian! These are all given to you by City Lord Sun, and they are all filled with high-quality silk!"

Yunxian glanced at it, seemed not very interested, and waved his hand: "Leader Fang, I'm sleepy and I need to rest."

The class leader Fang nodded hurriedly, "This room is small, if you are not used to living in it, tell me, the Liyuan is big, let's choose another room!"

Yunxian walked to the dressing table, slowly removed his makeup, and said, "It's nice and clean here."

Seeing the tired look on his brows, the class leader left the room and closed the door gently.

Unzen's smile disappeared instantly.

After removing the makeup, Yunxian's originally delicate face was revealed, and he stared at the mirror coldly.

"Sun Chuanxi, you really don't recognize me."

Yang Xing stood aside and raised his eyebrows: "He knew Sun Chuanxi before?"

The scenery in front of him was suddenly blurred, and when it was clear again, the scene had already changed.

Yun Xian, dressed in red-colored narrow-sleeved cedar, with his hands behind his back, was walking in a courtyard.

This is like a courtyard in a rich man's mansion. There are all kinds of rockeries and ponds, and the flowers and plants are all rare varieties.

Tired from walking, Yunxian sat down on a larger stone by the pond, picked up a few small stones from the ground, and threw them into the pond.

There were a lot of koi raised in the pond, waiting to be fed around the pond. Unexpectedly, the person in front of him threw all the stones, and they scattered in fright.

Playing pranks happily, Yunxian smiled, with a bit of misery in his eyes.

Yang Xing suddenly felt a movement, turned around and saw a man staring at Yun Xian's slender and white hands in a daze.

Yunxian obviously also noticed that person, but he only glanced at him slightly, and refused to even look at him, and turned his head to play with the water again.

The man walked over slowly, his eyes full of greed, and he said, "Young master, which family do you belong to?"

Seeing that Yunxian didn't answer, he walked a little closer: "What's your name?"

Yun Xian seemed impatient, looked up at him with disgust, his eyes were extremely cold: "Who are you?"

The man seemed to think he had found something to say, and became excited.

"I am a friend of Mr. Yu, the second son of the Zhao family, brother, you also came to Mr. Yu's banquet? That is really destined..."

Yun Xian didn't wait for him to continue, stood up, turned around and left.

Then Zhao Er grabbed Yunxian's wrist: "Hey! Don't go!"

Yun Xian's face darkened instantly.

Yang Xing watched from the side with an extremely disgusted expression.

This plot is too vulgar. These days, third-rate writers don't write like this anymore. Next, it's up to the hero to save the beauty and fight off the hooligans to embrace the beauty. I've been writing for decades, isn't it annoying... eh?Ehhhhh? ?

On the other side of the courtyard, Yun Xian quickly turned around, couldn't see how he moved, only heard that Zhao Er screamed suddenly, and there was a clear sound of bones breaking, Yang Xing frowned sympathetically.

Zhao Er howled and knelt down on the ground, clutching his arm, and cursed: "You fucking mother! You don't know what's good! You wait for me! I will teach you a lesson sooner or later... Pfft!"

Yunxian kicked his legs neatly, and the man rolled down the pond along the railing, and slammed into it with a "boom!", took several sips of water to react, and thumped and shouted frantically in the water.

Someone heard the movement and rushed over here.

Yang Xing looked at Yunxian like a monster, completely confused about the attributes of this beauty.

However, the next moment, something even more incomprehensible happened:

After that Yunxian saw a piece of crimson clothes turning around the cave door, he jumped into the pond without saying a word!

He didn't struggle at all, he only moved a few times before sinking.

Yang Xing was stunned watching from the sidelines, what the hell kind of plot is this?

Sun Chuanxi, who had just arrived, changed his face when he saw the figure in the pond, rushed to the edge of the pond and jumped down too, grabbed the sinking person, and swam up with him in his arms.

And Zhao Er, who struggled for a long time, was finally caught up by the people who rushed up from behind, drank a stomach full of water, and as soon as he got ashore, he grabbed the servant's leg and turned over and vomited.

Sun Chuanxi on the other side quickly put Yunxian flat on the ground, pressed his chest a few times, Yunxian coughed and spit out a few mouthfuls of water.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sun Chuanxi, his eyes were still a little red after being soaked in cold water, and he looked extremely wronged.

"Sun Chuanxi, he bullied me."

……

The owner of the yard, Yu Zhongshang, finally rushed over. Seeing the chaos in the yard and Sun Chuanxi's face as black as the bottom of a pot, he was so frightened that he almost lost his mind.

"Hey! What's the matter?! Zhao Er, what happened to your hand? Boss Yun, are you okay?"

Zhao Ergang recovered, and cursed angrily: "This bitch doesn't know what is good, he hurt me and kicked me into the water!"

Yunxian lay weakly in Sun Chuanxi's arms, and retorted in a low voice: "Obviously...you are the one who wants to bully me, and beat me if I don't follow suit..."

Everyone looked at Zhao Ersheng's vicious attitude of rushing over to eat another person, and then looked at the weak and pitiful little beauty next to Sun Chuanxi who kept coughing, and instantly pointed the finger at Zhao Er.

Zhao Zhongshang shouted: "Zhao Er! You are too ignorant! Boss Yun is Sun Chuanxi's friend and also my honored guest of Yu, how can you be so rude!"

Zhao Er was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "Damn it! It was clearly done by this bitch!"

With a sound of "Boom!", Zhao Er's eyes suddenly became very frightened, and there was a bloody gash on his forehead out of thin air.

A small stone rolled a few times and lay quietly on the ground.

Sun Chuanxi looked at him coldly: "If you say another word, don't even want your tongue."

Zhao Er suddenly fell silent.

Sun Chuanxi got up, hugged Yunxian and left the courtyard.

Yang Xing was forced to follow behind, sighing non-stop, dramatist, live dramatist.