The Regent Princess has run away again

Chapter 111: 1 Yuan

Here, after completing the task, Jun Xian returned to the second floor of the Quyi Pavilion. Seeing Xue Zhiyu sitting leisurely, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"nailed it?"

"Of course. Look who I am. You must have worked hard. Sit down and take a break," Xue Zhiyu said as she poured him a cup of tea. She then stared at the stage without blinking.

Jun Xian sat opposite her, crossed his legs comfortably, and took a sip of tea from the cup. He was already used to Xue Zhiyu's occasional boasting.

Soon, as musical instruments sounded on both sides, the actors entered the stage.

The opening introduction was performed by the troupe owner who played the old actor Yang Yanhui. As expected of the owner of the Qian'an troupe, he had a strong aura. Even though Xue Zhiyu didn't quite understand what was going on, she still found it very interesting.

"It happened!"

"What's wrong?" Jun Xian asked with a puzzled look after spitting out the melon seed shells in his mouth.

"I forgot that my play is at the end. Please help me to hold back Mr. Ye. Don't let him come so soon."

"Okay, you have to give me some money for the trip," Jun Xian stood up and stretched out his hand to Xue Zhiyu without any hesitation, as if he would not leave unless she gave him some.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't keep his word. Just go quickly. Here, take some and eat them on the way," Xue Zhiyu said as she poured half of the melon seeds from the plate into his hand.

Jun Xian curled his lips, made a sound of "tut", and then went to stop the man obediently.

The two of them didn't notice that the old man who had followed them secretly at some point was now sitting at a table not far behind them. Seeing Jun Xian's obedient look, he took a bite of the pastry viciously.

Humph! This useless brat said he found someone he should follow. Isn't she just an ordinary woman? !

He was too lenient yesterday and shouldn't have believed what the kid said.

If Xue Zhiyu knew what the old man was thinking, she would definitely want to protest her injustice. She was a very conscientious person. She was not only good-tempered but also tolerant.

Ye Wenhao was still very angry while sitting in the carriage. He always felt that the carriage was exceptionally slow today, but given his status, he would certainly not swear, so he could only knock on the wooden frame of the window impatiently.

Suddenly, the carriage braked suddenly, and Ye Wenhao was almost thrown out of the carriage. Even though he had a good temper, he couldn't help but yelled, "What happened? Why is it so rough!"

The coachman could only apologize and explain, "Just now a woman fell down in front of us, so I had to tighten the reins to stop the horse. Master Ye, are you okay?"

Ye Wenhao lifted the carriage curtain and saw the woman lying on the ground. He suppressed his impatience and signaled the driver to go forward and check what happened.

The coachman then dared to get off the carriage and walked to the woman. Seeing that she was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief and said unhappily, "How could you be so cruel? You had to walk out of such a wide road. If you are fine, get up quickly."

Unexpectedly, the woman seemed to be awakened and cried out at the top of her voice: "Oh my God! How can it be justified to hit someone?! My old bones are about to go to hell!"

"Hey! Why are you being so shameless? You don't look like you have any problem."

The coachman was so angry that he looked up and down and couldn't help but retort.

"You're not a doctor. I just hit a bone. How could you possibly tell? If you were really that powerful, you would have been a doctor long ago. Why would you be a rickshaw driver?!"

The woman obviously didn't want to let it go, and continued to yell after she finished speaking, making the coachman's face as red as a cooked shrimp, but he didn't know how to refute.

More and more people gathered around and joined the army of accusations. As the saying goes, a mouthful of spit can drown a person.

Ye Wenhao is a man of letters. If you ask him to compose poetry or paint, he can do it with ease. But if you ask him to swear or curse, it would be better to just tell him to shut up.

There is no deterrent effect at all.

Jun Xian, who was watching the show on the eaves of a house, also had an excellent position. He kept eating melon seeds and guessed that Ye Wenhao would not be able to handle it for a while.

Only then did he pat the melon seed shells on his body and go back to report.

Xue Zhiyu held her head up to avoid falling asleep, and looked towards the entrance of the Quyi Pavilion from time to time. She was so bored and didn't know if Jun Xian was done.

Here, Jun Xian walked around the street before returning to the second floor of the Quyi Pavilion. Looking at Xue Zhiyu who was almost drowsy, he took out a chicken leg from the oil-paper bag with evil intentions and kept shaking it in front of her.

Xue Zhiyu only felt the smell of roasted chicken legs. She thought she was dreaming, but why was there something shaking in front of her?

She tried hard to open her eyes wide and saw what the culprit was doing. She was moved and flicked a small stone from her sleeve.

Jun Xian felt his wrist go numb, and the chicken leg in his hand lost its grip and was about to fall onto the table.

Xue Zhiyu quickly snatched the chicken leg, sniffed the freshly-baked chicken leg, and under Jun Xian's resentful gaze, took a bite with relish.

"Just think of it as your filial piety to me. Hurry up and don't stand here. You're so conspicuous."

Jun Xian rubbed his wrist and sat down. Thinking of the reward for this trip, he stretched out his hand and said, "Settlement quickly, don't try to default on the debt."

"Don't worry, I will settle the account before returning to Yan Country. After all, I am a princess..."

"I want one hundred taels!"

"Ahem... you are robbing me. I only have fifty taels. I don't have any more. Take it or leave it."

Xue Zhiyu was choked by Jun Xian's words. She picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and glared at him.

"Tsk, you're so stingy. You run a pharmacy and have an income, but you're reluctant to give me a hundred taels. I've done a big thing for you!"

"It doesn't cost money to open a pharmacy. Do you think all my money came from the wind? Let alone a hundred taels, I think fifty taels is too much."

Therefore, I must get this one million taels, after all, she will have a lot of places to spend money in the future.

Finally, seeing Xue Zhiyu's tough attitude, Jun Xian could only shrug his shoulders and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, fifty taels is fifty taels, it's better than nothing."

Soon, it was finally the young man's turn to make his debut. The young man, dressed in Yang Zongbao's attire, walked out in an elegant manner, singing his own lines with sparkling eyes. His delivery skills did not show at all that he was just a temporary actor.

Xue Zhiyu also noticed the commotion at the door and leaned back in her chair with a smile on her face.

The fun begins.

Ye Wenhao finally managed to escape from the farce and asked the coachman to go to the Quyi Pavilion as fast as possible.

When he was still some distance away from the Quyi Pavilion, he heard the singing voice of Yaoer coming from the pavilion, and the anger in his eyes became even more intense.

He quickly stuffed a piece of silver into the coachman's hand, and without paying attention to other people's gazes, he rushed into the opera hall. When he saw the person on the stage, he wanted to pull him down directly.

Just as he was thinking about how to pull his unfilial son down, Jun Xian came down at some point and said in a low voice beside Marven Ye: “Master Ye, why don’t you come with me to the second floor?”

Ye Wenhao turned around and when he saw the man's appearance, he remembered that this was the man who followed the little girl yesterday.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"It's about the noble young master. I'm sure Mr. Ye will be very interested."

Ye Wenhao glanced at the boy who was still immersed in the stage, pursed his lips, and followed Jun Xian to the second floor.

When he saw Xue Zhiyu, Ye Wenhao seemed to have thought of something, and without waiting for her to speak, he rejected her directly, saying, "I have made up my mind, so please don't try to persuade me anymore."

"No, I didn't mean to persuade Master Ye."

"What does that girl mean?"

"How long has it been since Master Ye came to watch a play?"

Ye Wenhao was a little confused by her question, but after thinking about it, he said, "About two years."

"Then in your opinion, what is Mr. Ye's condition like? Can he be compared with the characters in the plays you have watched before?"

Ye Wenhao then turned his gaze towards the stage again. It was undeniable that Yaoer's voice was born for this job. Even without any training, his posture and expression were very natural, which made people feel comfortable watching him.

This horn was even more amazing than any he had ever seen before.

"Actually, I also think that Mr. Ye is not very suitable for opera."

Ye Wenhao really didn't expect this. At the beginning, he persuaded himself to support the youngest child, so why did he let the youngest child give up now?

He didn't know what to say for a moment, and just looked over blankly, with confusion unconcealable on his face.

Not to mention Ye Wenhao, even Jun Xian didn't know what Xue Zhiyu was up to.

"Since Mr. Ye doesn't plan to support Mr. Ye, it's better to take him away quickly. Anyway, if the depression is not resolved, he can still live for a few years."

"what?!"

When Ye Wenhao heard this, his face was immediately filled with fear. He didn't care about his image or the dissatisfaction of the people at the next table. He walked forward to confirm that Xue Zhiyu was not joking, and the only remaining hope on his face disappeared.

He tried to calm himself down, but his trembling voice still betrayed him.

"Really... Is this really the only way?"

Xue Zhiyu ignored him and instead looked at Jun Xian and said something irrelevant, "When it's almost over, persuade Master Ye to go back. You should enjoy yourself while you still have a few years to live."

Ye Wenhao looked at his youngest son on the stage. He had never seen him like that before. He was completely different from the sickly boy in the mansion. Instead, he looked like he had been reborn. The passion in his eyes was enough to move anyone.

At this moment he made up his mind. He wanted his youngest son to live a wonderful life, not just a few years. At worst, after his death, he would have to apologize to the ancestors of the Ye family.

Jun Xian Ye didn't react at first, but when he noticed the change in Ye Wenhao's expression, everything became clear.

Tsk, she is worthy of being Princess Kangle, she uses this trick of provoking the enemy brilliantly.

The three of them sat like this for the entire morning, and only left their seats when the actors from the troupe came on stage to express their gratitude.

The boy was still reminiscing about his performance in the morning, but when he saw the audience applauding from the audience, he suddenly felt that his life was worth it. Even if his father disagreed later, he would not say anything.

From the corner of his eye he saw his father among the crowd going downstairs, and beads of sweat were oozing out from under his wide theatrical robe due to nervousness.

Why is my father here too? He must be here to take me back.

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

Yes, after all, to my father these are all third-rate. A scholar should focus on passing imperial examinations to gain fame and honor, so as to bring glory to the family and live up to their ancestors.

After the audience had left one after another, Ye Wenhao walked over.

"Father."

The troupe owner originally planned to let the boy go with him, but when he heard the boy's words, he followed his gaze and saw a middle-aged man wearing a dark blue auspicious cloud robe. He walked over and said with a smile, "So you are Master Ye. Your son is very talented in folk art. Do you want him to join our Qian'an troupe?"

The boy already knew that his father would not agree, and was planning to politely refuse the boss's offer.

"That's exactly what I meant. Since the class owner thinks highly of my son, let him stay with the class owner and learn more."

When the troupe owner heard this, he was very happy. He had been a little hesitant at first, but after seeing the boy's performance on stage, he became more determined to let the boy join his Qian'an class.