Chapter 1577
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After sitting down, Jing Wenbin took a sip of tea and asked, "After chatting for so long, I still don't know Master Shen's daughter's name? I just heard you call her 'Qing Qing'. Is it the Qing that means' light as a feather '? "
The man who had been sitting there lazily looking at the pocket watch with his long eyelashes fluttered. He wasn't interested in anything and was just sitting there looking at the pocket watch in his hand.
With a flick of his snow-white fingertips, the opened pocket watch was pressed down.
His long eyelashes lifted, and his dark eyes fell on Father Shen's body.
He pursed his lips slightly. His lips were faint, as usual, as indifferent as his expression.
Father Shen still didn't know what had happened. He just shook his head and said, "My daughter's name is Shen Wanqing. It's not the Qing that means' light as a feather '. It's the Qing that means' Qingqing River '…"
Suddenly, Jing Wenbin's heart trembled.
Adjutant Su, who was standing by the side, also showed an expression as if he was struck by lightning.
How could there be such a coincidence in the world?!
Not only did she have the same name as their Madam, but she also liked to sing.
But …
Jing Wenbin shook his head.
But that Miss Shen was only nineteen years old. Ten years had passed. If she was really his sister-in-law, she should be twenty-nine years old.
Moreover, he had seen his sister-in-law's burial with his own eyes.
She couldn't be his sister-in-law.
Although that was what he thought, Jing Wenbin couldn't help but secretly look at Jing Yanxiu, wanting to see his expression.
He saw the man pursing his lips tightly. His dark eyes were cold and calm. He didn't seem to be shocked by Master Shen's words. He was still as calm as ever.
Jing Wenbin sighed in relief.
He was probably overthinking.
If she was really his sister-in-law, how could Yanxiu be so calm?
But Jing Wenbin didn't see it.
The pocket watch in the man's hand had been crushed into a pile of scrap metal by the man.
At this moment, the sound of a suona rang out. The Beijing Erhu came out from behind the curtains.
The curtains were drawn.
A 'Yang Guifei' wearing a female python costume, a phoenix crown, and a jade belt around her waist walked out from behind the curtains.
Her footsteps under the skirt were like lotuses. She looked very light and very agile.
'Tang Xuanzong' was standing beside 'Yang Guifei' while the performers were babbling on the stage.
Jing Wenbin almost never listened to opera. In the past, he only knew that his sister-in-law was an actress and that her singing was the best in Beijing. It was a pity that he had been out doing business and didn't even have the time to listen to a song before he heard the sad news of his sister-in-law's unfortunate death.
The girl's sobbing could be heard from the stage. Her gentle and soft voice was filled with helplessness and compromise.
"Your Majesty. Although Your Majesty is deeply indebted to me, now that things have come to this, there is no way to survive. If I continue to be reluctant to leave, I will burn both jade and common stone, adding to my crime. I hope Your Majesty will give up my body to protect the country … Your Majesty … "
The girl's voice was as sweet as an oriole's. She pinched her throat and waved her sleeves. Yang Guifei sat on the stage and covered her face as she wept.
In front of him, Tang Minghuang's shoulders drooped, his face sorrowful, his heart filled with helplessness and powerlessness.
The people on the stage didn't know that they were in a play, and the people below the stage didn't know that they were in a dream.
In a trance, Jing Wenbin heard a low sobbing sound in his ear.
Crying?
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