After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

Chapter 173 A Trip to Jinghong Music House

"I'm sorry to have frightened Your Highness. How about this? During Father's birthday banquet, the Jinghong Music Troupe came to the palace to perform. Your Highness arrived a few days late, so it would be a pity if you didn't get to see it. How about we go to the Jinghong Music Troupe?"

Tang Yi's phoenix eyes showed some interest, "Oh, then I'd like to go and watch it and see how the singing and dancing of Canghe differs from that of Dongtang!"

When Murong Cheng heard this, Liu Jinghong's face immediately appeared in his mind, and his expression softened a little. "In that case, let's go to Jinghong Music House."

Murong Cheng said this, and then glanced at Murong Yanhui with concern, and asked, "I wonder if the little uncle..."

Murong Yan turned her head without looking up, just staring straight at Yu Qingli in her arms.

Yu Qingli has recovered a lot. After all, she was just frightened and did not suffer any substantial injuries. Moreover, Yu Qingli had died once and was no longer as weak as an ordinary woman. Her tenacity was beyond anyone's imagination.

Therefore, Yu Qingli pointed at her throat towards Murong Yanhui. Murong Yanhui understood and immediately released Yu Qingli's mute point. She said softly, "If you don't want to go, I will take you back to the palace."

Yu Qingli shook her head and said, "No, I'll go."

Her eyes were bright and sparkling with a resolute light, which became even more scorching under the bright moonlight. Such a pair of eyes instantly made her whole body possess a kind of agility that ordinary people did not have. The several men who were watching were instantly conquered by Yu Qingli.

Murong Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, Murong Cheng frowned slightly, Murong Yanhui's face was full of heartache, and he kept advising Yu Qingli not to be so stubborn. Tang Yi's eyes under the mask were as deep as the sea, surging with emotions that others could not understand.

Yu Qingli looked at Murong Yanhui, who was caring for her and chattering non-stop, and reached out to press the back of his hand, saying softly: "It's okay, I'm fine. I will do my best to return peace and tranquility to Buddhism, which can also be considered as my good deeds."

Perhaps because of the pressure on the mute point, Yu Qingli's voice was a little hoarse, with a kind of charm that was sharpening people's heart. The more this was the case, the more distressing it made people feel.

Murong Yanhui stared at Yu Qingli and wanted to persuade her, but Yu Qingli had already patted Murong Yanhui's hand and stood up from his arms.

"Let's go." Yu Qingli said lightly and stretched out her hand to Murong Yanhui. Murong Yanhui sighed in her heart and vowed that she must follow Yu Qingli closely this time and not let her get hurt again, so she held Yu Qingli's hand tightly.

Seeing this, Murong Feng smiled and praised, "The woman that the King of Yan likes is indeed extraordinary!"

Murong Yan ignored Murong Feng and picked up Yu Qingli and got into her carriage.

As soon as he got into the carriage, Murong Yanhui said, "Lili, are you really okay? That Jinghong Music House isn't a good place to go. If you want to go, I'll go with you some other day. What's the fun in following that group of people?"

Yu Qingli smiled and shook her head. She was not thinking about Jinghong Music House. Although it was already past dinner time and she had wasted a lot of time in Yuezhao Temple, maybe Yu Zhengsha and the others were no longer in Chunfeng Tower. However, Yu Qingli still had a glimmer of hope in her heart. She still wanted to go to Chunfeng Tower to take a look. Even if she couldn't see it with her own eyes, she could ask the waiter or the shopkeeper about it.

Yu Zhenzhen's face was like a thorn that pierced deeply into Yu Qingli's heart, making her feel upset and unable to control herself.

"It's okay, let's go take a look and change our mood." Yu Qingli said lightly, but her right hand couldn't help but touch the warm jade hand warmer, as if only this could warm her already somewhat cold heart.

Father, father, you won’t really let me down, will you?

Yu Qingli slowly closed her eyes, leaned against the carriage and said nothing more.

Murong Yanhui thought she was tired, so she found a blanket from the carriage and covered Yu Qingli with it. She said softly, "Then you take a rest. I'll call you when we get to Jinghong Music House."

Yu Qingli uttered a weak "hmm".

Murong Yanhui looked at Yu Qingli's pale face, and his heart ached. He suddenly seemed unable to bear Yu Qingli's indifferent and pale face. He turned his head to look at the car curtain. Through the gap in the curtain, Murong Yanhui saw the bright bluestone road surface, full of reflected lantern light.

The orange and red lantern light reflected on the bluestone ground, instantly turning into a pool of mottled light and shadow.

Murong Yanhui stared at the mottled light and shadows on the ground in silence, not saying a word all the way.

Yu Qingli felt strange and opened her eyes slightly to look over. What she saw suddenly was Murong Yanhui's stunning profile. However, at this moment, his face no longer had the high spirits, arrogance, or teasing cynicism. Instead, there was an extremely lonely and sad look.

Yu Qingli's heart suddenly moved. She had never seen Murong Yanhui with such an expression. In fact, she had never thought that Murong Yanhui would have such a moment.

The mottled and backward light and shadows cast on his body, flashing by like a revolving lantern, making his loneliness even more obvious.

Yu Qingli suddenly felt that her heart seemed to ache slightly.

However, she finally suppressed the unhappiness in her heart and closed her eyes again. Just as Yu Qingli closed her eyes, the carriage paused slightly and stopped.

Murong Yanhui paused slightly, as if his soul had just returned to his body. He raised his head blankly and glanced outside the curtain, then he remembered that they were going to Jinghong Music House.

Murong Yan turned her head and looked at Yu Qingli, saying softly, "Lili, we're here."

Yu Qingli coughed and then slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Murong Yanhui and found that he had returned to his usual self, but there was still a hint of self-blame in his eyes.

Yu Qingli suddenly felt sorry for him and said to Murong Yan: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Murong Yan nodded, but still jumped out of the car first, then picked up Yu Qingli horizontally.

Yu Qingli couldn't resist him, and was even more afraid that if she struggled, she would attract more attention, so she just quietly let Murong Yan hug her back.

Murong Cheng and Murong Feng were no longer surprised, but Tang Yi's eyes flickered slightly when he saw Murong Yanhui and Yu Qingli.

The closer the carriage got to Murong Cheng, the more he missed Liu Jinghong.

A day without seeing you feels like three years. I used to think these were just rhetoric used by literati, but I never thought that when it happened to me, it would be so unforgettable.

It had only been a few days since Liu Jinghong left the palace, but it felt like a lifetime had passed.

Liu Jinghong does not have the frivolity of those prostitutes, nor the domineering attitude of those wandering women. Liu Jinghong gives people the feeling just like her name, as graceful as a swaying willow and as elegant as a startled swan. She is definitely the kind of woman who will amaze you at first sight and become even more charming the next time you see her.

Murong Feng, who was sitting opposite her, had a darkened look in his eyes and a sneer flashed across his lips. It seemed that this woman was indeed worthy of love and pity.

At this time, three carriages arrived at the door of Jinghong Music House, two of which were very ostentatious. The servant naturally knew that distinguished guests had arrived, so he immediately went in to inform Liu Jinghong.

Before Murong Feng could give his name, Liu Jinghong came out quickly.

She was wearing a dark purple dress today, with a lavender gauze top over it. The cuffs and collar of the dress were gilded with gold thread, emitting a low-key yet luxurious glow under the light.

She put on delicate makeup, which further highlighted her delicate skin. The blush on her cheeks made her look like a young girl who had just fallen in love and met her ideal man.

Her long black hair was neatly tied on top of her head, with a few hairpins inserted equally carefully. The remaining strands of hair fluttered against her neck intentionally or unintentionally as she walked, swaying along with the emerald green earrings, as if the hands of a lover were stirring the hearts of every spectator.

The neckline is slightly open, seemingly unintentional, yet intentional, allowing you to see the snow-white chest at a glance, but when you want to take a deeper look, you can't see anything.

While everyone was looking at Liu Jinghong, Liu Jinghong also quickly glanced at the people coming over. When she saw Yu Qingli beside King Yan, her gaze paused for a moment, but quickly passed over her face, without revealing any clues.

Yu Qingli felt emotional. It had only been a few days, but now that she had returned to Jinghong Music House, she felt as if today was completely different from yesterday.

"Jinghong welcomes His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and several other princes. What wind is blowing today that brings you all here? It really brings honor to Jinghong Music House." Liu Jinghong bowed with her slender waist, and lowered her head to see that the snow-white chest was faintly visible under the tossing of her hair, which made her even more arousing.

"Nothing, just coming over for a walk. Is there anything interesting happening today?" Murong Cheng raised his hand casually and said naturally.

Murong Feng's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but smile in his heart as he watched Murong Cheng naturally follow Liu Jinghong into the music hall. It seemed that the news he got was indeed true.

Murong Feng thought to himself, turned around and said, "Prince Tang Yi, little uncle, let's go in together."

Tang Yi nodded, and Murong Yanhui looked at Yu Qingli worriedly. Seeing her nodded, he took her hand and followed Murong Feng into the music hall.

Although they wasted some time in Yuezhao Temple, it was not too late after all, as Jinghong Music House still had some time to go before its first singing and dancing performance.

Liu Jinghong naturally did not dare to neglect and arranged four private rooms on the second floor for Murong Yanhui and his group.

There was one for Murong Cheng, one for Murong Feng, one for Tang Yi, and of course Murong Yanhui and Yu Qingli were also in one room. Although Yu Qingli strongly requested to be in a room alone, Murong Yanhui sternly refused.

Seeing that she couldn't escape again, Yu Qingli felt very depressed. She glanced at Murong Yan and snorted in dissatisfaction.

Murong Yanhui took a sip of tea and said, "It's only good to watch a song and dance with two people. What's so good about it alone? You just sit there stupidly, without anyone to talk to."

"Who said that?" Yu Qingli immediately made a final desperate struggle, "When watching a song and dance, you have to watch it carefully. One more person means one more distraction, and you won't be able to truly appreciate the true meaning of the song and dance."