Tomb robbing: The little girl from Erye's family said she wanted to be safe

Chapter 18: Establishing Prestige "Extraordinary news! The daughter of the famous actress Er Yuehong actually has so many bigwigs backing her!"

On the street, newspaper boys were running around waving newspapers in their hands.

Because the Nine Gates still had a great influence in Changsha City, the news of Yuyan finding godfathers and godmothers was printed out in newspapers and distributed by some kind-hearted people.

For a time, Yuyan became famous in Changsha City, and many people were curious about what kind of person she was, and why so many bigwigs adopted her as their goddaughter.

But what's strange is that the young lady from Er Yuehong's family rarely appears in public.

Under Er Yuehong's arrangement, Yuyan received high-intensity training. Although the heads of the family usually doted on their children, they were still very serious about training them.

Normally, Yuyan was lucky enough not to be exhausted to death. When she had free time, she would just lie down and sleep, and she had no energy to appear in front of others.

In this way, under the personal supervision of each head of the family, Yuyan practiced like this for eleven years.

Twelve-year-old Yuyan has grown into a graceful young lady, about 1.6 meters tall. When she is silent, she still looks like a cool and beautiful lady.

Just like Yuyan now, sitting in the small courtyard outside the Pear Garden, quietly waiting for Zhang Rishan to pick her up.

This was the first time Er Yuehong took Yuyan to the opera house, in Er Yuehong's words.

"If you can't sing well, don't go to the opera theater. It's a bit embarrassing."

Although these were words spoken in anger by Er Yuehong when Yuyan was learning and practicing basic opera skills, Yuyan had never been to the opera house before Er Yuehong said that.

Counting it up, it's my turn to go to my uncle's house this month.

Because Yuyan has a strong learning ability and strong perception ability, except for some problems with her internal organs from time to time, everything else in her body is very strong.

So in these eleven years, Yuyan has learned all the skills of the bosses.

But I never went to the tomb.

Thinking that she had a lot of skills but had no place to use them, Yuyan felt as uncomfortable as if she had fleas on her body.

"Miss, the Second Master wants you to go backstage..."

A waiter walked up to Yuyan and looked at the girl in front of him carefully.

Is this the young master that the Second Master mentioned?

I don't know what its capabilities are, but it looks pretty good anyway.

"Ah."

Aunt Seven said that in front of outsiders, one should act aloof and aloof.

The guy looked at the girl's indifferent profile and muttered in his heart that this young boss was a bit difficult to deal with.

Because Yuyan had never been to a theater, the waiter took her backstage.

In front of the dressing mirror backstage, Er Yuehong was removing the oil paint from her face.

Looking at Yuyan who came in, Er Yuehong signaled her with his eyes to find a place to sit.

Er Yuehong spoke only after Yuyan sat for a while.

"What's this play about?"

Yuyan listened carefully and spoke confidently: "Liu Hai is chopping wood."

Er Yuehong was very satisfied with Yuyan's reaction. He nodded, took off his costume and handed it to Yuyan.

"You play next game."

Yuyan glanced at the backstage and secretly noticed the guys here. She knew that her cheap father was trying to establish her prestige, so she didn't refuse.

After changing into her costume, Yuyan picked up the brush on the dressing table and looked up at Er Yuehong.

"Dad, this is my first time on stage, won't you help me draw?"

Er Yuehong took the brush and traced Yuyan's outline stroke by stroke.

"When you become famous, I can live a good life with your mother."

Yuyan restrained herself from rolling her eyes. They were still outside, so she had to give her stepfather some face.

Not long after, Er Yuehong finished putting makeup on Yuyan.

After going on stage, Yuyan found that although there were one or two unfamiliar faces sitting below the stage, most of the people were familiar.

Yuyan understood instantly that her father was leaving a way out for herself.

If you get nervous during your first stage performance and mess up, it doesn’t matter, the audience are all yours.

"Deng deng deng-"

The sound of gongs and drums rang out, and Yuyan raised her hand and began to sing.

"I have a comparison with Brother Hai here~"

"I treat you as no less than a cowherd!"

The tune was melodious and her movements were graceful and elegant. Even Er Yuehong, who was sitting below, thought Yuyan's singing was just as good as his own.

Unfortunately, before the song was over, a big man threw the cup and stood up, interrupting the show.

"Damn it! Didn't they say the famous Er Yuehong would be performing today? I came all the way here to hear him perform, and all I get is this little sissy?"

After being interrupted, Yuyan just frowned and gave a look to the musician next to her.

After receiving the look, the musician continued to play.

Yuyan continued to sing as if she didn't notice the person below.

According to the rules of our ancestors, once a play starts, it cannot be stopped.

Zhang Qishan, Banjie Li and others who were unhappy in the audience all had bad tempers. They were about to lose their temper but were stopped by Er Yuehong.

"Let's see how she handles it first."

When the big man saw that no one paid attention to his temper, he felt that no one dared to control him, so he swept the things on the table.

The porcelain plate hit the ground with a clanging sound and shattered into pieces.

Yuyan continued to sing the song smoothly, and when she raised her hand, a blade flew out and cut across the big man's neck.

It was so fast that no one could see clearly.

Moreover, the movements were so smooth that the audience felt that the man died inexplicably.

Blood spread panic in the air.

Seeing this, some ordinary operagoers jumped up from their seats screaming and ran towards the door.

But I didn't expect the door to be locked.

A group of people huddled at the gate, enduring fear and listening to Yuyan's singing.

"Everyone, do you like my play?"

As the opera ended, the other actors left the stage, leaving only Yuyan still standing.

The people from the Nine Gates, led by Zhang Qishan, were the first to applaud, and the ordinary guests also followed suit in confusion.

Yuyan smiled, walked down the stage slowly, and stood in front of the big man's body.

Looking at the pool of blood in front of her, Yuyan curled her lips in disgust and pointed at the servant that the big man brought with him and said, "Go pick up my blade and wipe it clean for me."

When the big man died, the waiter was right next to him and got his face splattered with blood.

He is so scared now that he doesn't even dare to pee. What if she kills herself because he pees?

The guy picked up the blade from the pool of blood tremblingly, wiped it again and again on his clothes, and then handed it to Yuyan.

"Good boy."

Yuyan picked up the blade and flipped her hand, and the blade disappeared somewhere.

After putting away the blade, Yuyan turned around and bowed to the frightened ordinary guests.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. It's a rule passed down from our ancestors that once the show begins, it can't be stopped. That's why we resorted to this last resort."

As he spoke, he reached into his sleeve and pulled out a large bag of silver dollars and placed it on the table.

"This is my apology for scaring you today. I hope you will forgive me."