"Sister, you are really good at joking. Sister, I just accidentally fell into the lake. Who would have thought that people would make such a fuss? They are really a group of people who have never seen the world. It is very speechless." Jing Guiren also said

Very adaptable

"Really? Then why is it Xiao Guizi who came to report the news?"

Ye Qingmian knew in her heart that Jinggui must have bribed Xiaoguizi in advance, but he wanted her to say it herself

"Because, that person Xiao Guizi..." Jing Guiren couldn't take it anymore, so he became a little angry and couldn't help but said, "Sister, you haven't been out for several months, why did you come to see the show as soon as you came out? Could it be that sister

Were you an actor in your previous life?"

"Sister, you are really good at telling dramas, but maybe you really are," Ye Qingmian said lightly, without even looking at Jing Guiren, and said in a cool voice.

"But compared to some people who tell lies without making a draft and talk about random things, I feel that I am really incompetent as an actor."

Nan Fengyu and Nan Fengmu occasionally gave Ye Qingmian a deep look while listening to the play, but Ye Qingmian avoided them without leaving a trace. She was not used to being stared at by others, and she has never been used to it.

"What are you two talking about? You look so passionate?" Nan Fengyu couldn't help but ask Ye Qingmian

"We didn't talk about anything, we just talked about some classical things." Ye Qingmian replied calmly

"Classical?" Nan Fengyu frowned, not understanding what Ye Qingmian meant.

"That is to say, some ancient documents, modern operas also evolved from them, right?" Ye Qingmian said softly.

"That's true. For example, the song "Sichun Ji" that I'm singing now evolved from a book called "The Confucian Confucianism"," Nan Fengyu said with a slight smile and a deep nod.

Ye Qingmian did not answer. She just raised her head and looked at the young man on the table. For some reason, she always felt that the young man's voice sounded very familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

But I’m not sure. After all, there are many people with similar voices. I dare not take any risks.

In the middle of the play, Ye Qingmian suddenly felt that it was not interesting, so he stood up, saying that he was not feeling well, and walked slowly to Qingchen Palace alone. As he walked, he was still thinking about what the voice of that young man was.
Chapter completed!