The scumbag Bai Yueguang and I are HE

Today's class in Qian's family was surprisingly quiet.

The guests didn't look like they were here to have fun, they all sat upright, holding fried peas in their hands, and forgot to throw them into their mouths.The lid of the teacup was never lifted.

The quiet, almost silent atmosphere also infected the troupe.

They closed the curtains, looked outside quietly, and said in fear: "We won't die here today, will we?"

"I don't know if I'm dead or not, but I know that these guests may not dare to come tomorrow. I've never seen such a quiet time in our team. There's not even a single nasty talk..."

At this time, the status of opera singers was similar to that of prostitutes. They were all low-level, and it was not easy to make a living.

On weekdays, their theatrical troupe is not so much making money by singing operas, but more like making money by pleasing guests.

At this time, the leader of the group quietly retreated to the background for fear of disturbing the nobleman.

Seeing the discussion in the background, he pulled his face and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about? Look at the dress and demeanor of this guest, it's time for us to flourish!"

"Didn't that guest come in suddenly to listen to a show? He didn't say anything, he didn't show a smile, and he didn't even make a fuss." The young man wrinkled his face and spread his hands and said, "Not only him, even None of the military masters brought by his side made a sound...all of them are cold, and it makes people feel frightened to see. How does this look like we are going to develop?"

The head teacher spat: "What do you know?"

He finished speaking, showing a bit of complacency, and said: "How many theater troupes are there in Haicheng? Let's not talk about it if it's far away. As for Xiangyuan, they have a little Jixian as a pillar! What else is there to be related to?" Club, Qingfeng class...are we a fart?"

"This honored guest is impressive, isn't he? But why didn't he go to other places, but came to our place! He wants to listen to Peony Pavilion as soon as he comes! You idiots, don't you understand?"

The young man's expression changed in shock: "... came for Xiao Kou'er?"

Here, with the last word spit out from the mouth.

Xiao Kouer held back his momentum.

Only then did his mind regain some clarity, and he couldn't help but lower his head and look down the stage.

The young man in military uniform was still staring at him, not to mention his eyes moved, even his expression didn't change.

I don't know whether it's good or bad, but I ended up singing a play in a daze.

Xiao Kou'er bowed and saluted, then covered his face with his water sleeve and wanted to leave.

It was rare for the guests to watch a play so seriously. When they saw that he was about to leave, they forgot for a moment, grabbed a handful of roasted peanuts, mixed with two silver dollars, and threw them on Xiao Kou'er's head.

"Grandpa rewards you." A guest said loudly.

After finishing speaking, he laughed twice with the others.

This is the norm in Qianjiaban.

Two silver dollars!

Xiaokouer will do as usual, squatting down to pick it up.

Followed by a light "click".

Everyone saw the young man sitting in the middle, unbuckled the leather buckle, took out the gun, and loaded it lightly.

The man's bony fingers are holding the gun, black and white are distinct, making people instinctively perceive a sinister aura.

Xiao Kou'er was stunned, staring at him in a daze, forgetting to move for a while.

The guest also turned pale with fright, and hurriedly said, "Forget, forget, forget that you are here."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly crawled down from his seat and went to the front of the table to pick up the peanuts and silver dollars he had thrown just now.

The adjutant snorted coldly, and said, "Who are you looking down on? You dare to take big things here. If you spend two dollars, you really treat yourself as a master?"

The guest became more and more flustered, not only his face turned pale, but even sweat came out.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I didn't intend to snatch it from you... What am I? Just let me go, and I'll take care of it." As he spoke, the man didn't even bother to pick them up one by one. Yes, I swept it with my sleeve, and swept all the peanut silver dollars scattered on the stage into my arms, and I didn't care about the dirt.

Only then did Cen Yao get up, and walked slowly in front of him.

"Just two silver dollars is fine." Cen Yao said lightly.

The guest's face turned red and white for a moment, and he couldn't speak, so he took another handful out of his pocket and handed it in the direction of Xiaokou'er.

Xiaokouer was a little afraid to accept it.

He even stopped breathing slightly.

A group of troupe members in the backstage were even more frightened and silent.

He straightened his mind, where did this King of Hades come from?

"Take it." Cen Yao said.

Little Button was a little afraid of him, so he obediently stretched out his hand to take it.

Cen Yao said again: "Smash them back, one by one, and slowly hit him on the head."

Little Button was stunned.

The guest knew what it was for.

He was in a cold sweat immediately, but he still had to smile and said, "...Smash it, let's smash it."

He is also a frequent visitor here, and he knows that the person on stage has something to do with the young master of Cen's House.But isn't Cen Qingyuan not here?What's wrong with the two jokes on the mouth?

He never imagined that there would be such a big man behind this little button!

Now this person is annoyed by him throwing money at people, thinking that he humiliated Xiao Kouer, and wants Xiao Kouer to humiliate him back!

Cen Yao slightly lifted his chin: "Smash it."

Xiao Kou'er just held the silver dollars in his hands and threw them on the man's head one by one.

This thing is not light to hold, and it hurts when you hit it on the head. As soon as it fell on it, there was a red mark immediately.

For a while, the troupe was very quiet, all the guests didn't dare to breathe, and they remembered it firmly, so they didn't dare to tease this person on stage abruptly in the future.

The whole process was long and difficult, and the atmosphere around was extremely oppressive.

The customer was smashed until his forehead was blue, and he could only bear it for life.

He regretted it over and over again in his heart, only feeling that he was mean and mean.

"It's over." Xiao Kou'er clenched Kong Kong's palm unnaturally and said in a low voice.

"Go away." Only then did Cen Yao let go.

The man didn't dare to stay any longer, and ran away in a hurry.

Xiao Kouer thought for a while, pointed to himself and asked, "What about me? Can I go?"

Cen Yao pressed against the fence by the stage, stepped forward with his long legs, and turned over.

He said, "Let's go."

Little Button was a little confused, but he still turned his head and walked behind the curtain.

After he walked a few steps, he couldn't help but look back——

The man is right behind him!

Little Kou'er didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he pretended not to see it, and just walked forward blindly.When he was in front of the curtain, he was about to raise his hand, but a hand stretched out diagonally and lifted the curtain.

It was the man who lifted him up.

Little Button turned his head and glanced at the man in bewilderment, but walked in obediently.

At this time, no matter who was behind the stage or behind the stage, they all saw this scene, no matter how stupid a person was, they understood what this master was looking for.

Cen Yao followed closely into the backstage.

The people behind the curtain were so frightened that they hurried to hide in the corner.

Only the leader of the group, who was afraid but couldn't resist Qian Quan's temptation, took the initiative to come up and said with a smile, "Do you still listen to Xiao Kouer?"

"No need." Cen Yao said lightly, then turned to look at Xiao Kou'er.

His countenance hardly changed.

It's just because of his younger age and the special growth environment that made his eyes look more beautiful.

There is a kind of innocent clarity.

Although it was born in filth, it bloomed flowers.

Cen Yao's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes carefully traced the boy's eyebrows.

His eyebrows and eyes have been painted with oil paint, so it is naturally a little more attractive.

Cen Yao's throat was a little tight, but he still said, "Go and wash your face first."

What kind of good things can this little troupe use?My face has been stuffy inside for a long time, so I might get a rash.

Little Button breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly turned around.

The rest of the people got busy very quickly, it was time to entertain the guests in front, it was time to entertain the front.Some were clever, and immediately went to boil a basin of hot water for Xiao Kouer, and said: "Wait, don't use cold water..."

Little Kou'er had never enjoyed such treatment before, so he couldn't help being dazed, and sat down on a stool next to him, waiting for the hot water slowly.

At this time, the head teacher couldn't help but said, "May I ask what your name is?"

"Row four in the family."

The class leader immediately hit the snake with the stick: "Fourth Master! Fourth Master is good!"

"You came to listen to the Peony Pavilion today, what do you think? Will you come again in the future?" The class leader asked with a bow.

Little Button couldn't help pricking up his ears to listen quietly.

It's better if you don't come.

This person sat down, he always felt short of energy, and his singing was muddled.

Cen Yao said indifferently: "Come."

"Okay, I'll reserve the best position for you every day, just waiting for you to come!" The head teacher smiled like a flower.

He also wanted to ask, do you want to take Xiaokouer away tonight?

But the class leader thought about it, all noble people pay attention to the same style.People may not like such a straightforward question.

The head teacher smiled and said: "Then I won't bother you, you are here, talking to Xiao Kou'er...just give orders if you have anything to do."

With that said, he beckoned the others to leave.

The others quietly took a look at Cen Yao before leaving.

After going out, someone couldn't help but said: "Looking closer, this nobleman looks really good-looking."

"He glanced at me and I got cramps in my calves."

……

This little button stared wide-eyed.

Why did you run away?

Why leave him alone?

Cen Yao just stared at him and didn't speak.

Xiao Kou'er felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he asked, "Want... want me to sing you a little song?"

Cen Yao said, "No need."

He took out a small wallet and stuffed it into Xiaokou'er's palm.

The outside of the small purse is sewn with silk and satin, and there are Suzhou embroidery on it, which looks extraordinarily exquisite and expensive.

The little button pinched it.

It is hard inside.

Loaded with a lot of silver dollars?

Take the heavy one.

Xiao Kou'er has never received so much money before.And it didn't hit him, it was put in his hand.

Xiao Kou'er frowned worriedly, and said to himself, that's the time to sing a song, otherwise how could it be worth the money?

At this time, someone came in with a basin and said, "I found some hot water in Yinzi's kettle, and I'll use it for you first..."

Kou'er turned around and was about to get a washcloth.

The man behind him picked it up first, soaked it in water, then pinched his chin, making him raise his head.

Little Button stared blankly at the man.

The man looked down at him condescendingly.Quite strange.Xiao Kou'er thought, how could I feel a little tenderness in his indifferent eyes?

city ​​gate.

Cen Qingyuan waited until his face became more and more ugly, he turned his head and asked, "Are you sure you are coming back today?"

A young man hurried over and said, "Young Master, I just went to inquire about it, and said... There is a convoy today, and it has already entered the city. I don't know if it is the fourth master."

Cen Qingyuan showed a look of disappointment: "Why don't you enter the house when you come back?"

And this compartment.

Little Button sat there stiffly, watching the man slowly and carefully wipe off the oil paint on his face bit by bit.

It seemed like two people with the man who sat under the stage and took out his gun and loaded it.