Song Dynasty female artist

Chapter 968: Illusion

Ram was a little shaken.

Otherwise, just change someone else. She has no personal grudge against Su Yixin, and she doesn't have to deal with her.

His goal was to gradually disintegrate the Song Dynasty.

Make it impossible for them to annex Tubo, so that they don't have to be vassal states of Song, and everyone can live together on an equal footing and benefit each other.

Ram tilted her head, and Cizhen bent down to whisper in her ear very cooperatively. Just as she was about to open her mouth to explain, she suddenly realized that Su Yixin was an expert.

No matter how quietly you speak, as long as she is listening, it's the same as if you were speaking next to her ear.

Ram turned around and gave Cizhen a look. Cizhen understood and retreated seemingly quietly, but in fact Su Yixin saw it all.

"Mrs. Song..."

Xia Xunwei turned and looked at Cizhen: "What's the matter?"

"Our princess has asked me to come here to remind you that if you can't take Princess Shuyang down in one fell swoop, don't do it, lest you shoot yourself in the foot and implicate our princess."

"I have been preparing for today's banquet for many days, and your princess has also contributed a lot. Now that I haven't taken any action yet, your princess is eager to distance herself from it?"

Xia Xunwei looked at Cizhen angrily: "Go tell her that I know what's going on. Just let her sit back and watch the show."

Cizhen returns to the party.

Ram glanced at Cizhen, who shook her head worriedly.

Ram pursed her lips and decided to wait and see. If Mrs. Song did not do a good job, she would not mind letting her become her stepping stone.

After the refreshments were removed, a babbling sound was heard not far away, and Madam Song appeared in time: "I'm sure you ladies are bored sitting here. I have set up a troupe in the backyard not far from the lotus pond. The one I invited is Mr. Miao, the top performer in the opera world. Everyone, go and take a look."

Princess Xuan was the first to stand up: "We have to go and see it. It was not so easy to listen to Mr. Miao's plays in the past. Madam Song actually invited him to the mansion. We are so lucky to hear him."

Su Yixin hadn't taken a few steps when she found Tang following her.

"Is the princess feeling better now?"

"Much better, thank you for your concern. But I didn't see the stage when I was by the lotus pond just now. Madam Song is a good housekeeper. She set up the stage for the opera so quickly!"

Tang looked at Su Yixin in confusion.

I feel like there's something else behind his words.

But she was smart enough not to say much and would pay more attention later.

Xia Xunwei personally led the way and brought them to the pavilion where Su Yixin was just now. The pavilion was not big, but in just two quarters of an hour, a place for cooling off had been set up here. The ice basins from the banquet were also quickly moved here by the servants in the mansion.

A breeze blew by, bringing a slight chill. Although the temperature was rising, it was actually more comfortable than when Su Yixin was alone here just now.

Mr. Miao hasn't come out yet.

Su Yixin didn't like watching plays very much, and her family had never invited a theatre troupe to a banquet, so she was not familiar with the famous Mr. Miao.

When everyone came on stage and started singing the first sentence, Su Yixin was already feeling sleepy.

Alas, she is not the type to listen to opera.

At this time, Lian Qiu whispered in her ear: "Princess, I feel a little dizzy. I wonder if I have heatstroke."

Lian Qiu's words made her sober instantly.

Dizziness?

She wants to sleep, but her maid is dizzy?
Isn't it too coincidental? At this moment, Su Yixin really missed Luo Wushang. At that time, Luo Wushang was small and could hide in her sleeves. When something happened, he could jump out to investigate the situation. It was very convenient.

Now that he is the Demon King, even if he wants to follow, I would be embarrassed to ask him to transform into his original form again.

Su Yixin sat up straighter and used her spiritual power to investigate.

There were people practicing in the mansion, but they were only at the Spirit Severing stage, so she boldly let her Nascent Soul leave her body.

At her level of cultivation, her Nascent Soul can make her transparent. As long as she doesn’t meet someone with a higher level of cultivation than her, no one will notice.

The first thing she suspected was that someone had tampered with the work she did.

After some investigation, I finally found that there was a slightly sticky substance under my chair. The substance was slightly yellow in color and had a faint sweet smell.

There must be something wrong with this thing.

Su Yixin was not in a hurry to get her Nascent Soul back into her body. Instead, she continued to walk towards the stage, bypassing it. Behind it was the lotus pond. The entire stage was less than ten feet away from the lotus pond.

Moreover, that place is a slope. If the platform collapses, these people have no force at all and will most likely roll down the slope into the lotus pond.

But as long as the stage is stable, this distance is still quite safe.

Su Yixin's Nascent Soul circled half a circle on the stage, and finally found a crack on a supporting pillar on the right. The cut was neat and it was obviously man-made.

It seems like he really wants to stir up some trouble.

But if she didn't fall for it and just sat there quietly watching the show, how could Xia Xunwei connect the scene of the actor falling into the water with her?
After the Nascent Soul returned to the body, Su Yixin felt even more dizzy, as if she had not slept enough and wanted to sleep very much.

Not only that, she also felt slightly irritated, as if she had an inexplicable anger that she wanted to release. She soon realized that the yellow sticky substance not only made her feel sleepy, but also made her lose her mind.

However, this thing has a limited range of effect and is only useful to her and Lian Qiu.

It really took a lot of effort!
In this case, Su Yixin once again reached the early stage of Nascent Soul and the feeling of irritability immediately dissipated.

Her body was propped up with her head, as if she was dozing off.

Xia Xunwei listened to the opera for a while and calculated the time. When a mother in her early forties came to Xia Xunwei and whispered something in her ear, Xia Xunwei smiled with satisfaction.

The person who was singing just now went down, and the one who came up this time was Mr. Miao.

Sun said, "It is said that Mr. Miao is best at playing the flute. Let's listen to it today!"

The sound of the flute was indeed extraordinary.

People are brought into it all at once, and the expressions on everyone's faces are different, because they have all entered their own dreams at this moment, with different moods and seeing completely different things.

Su Yixin understood instantly.

It's not that Mr. Miao has superb skills, it's clearly an illusion.

No wonder the ladies in Kyoto rave about it.

How could ordinary people have such a high-level illusion that could make people feel what they desire most?

Xia Xunwei looked in the direction of Su Yixin.

She didn't make any sound, as if she was really asleep.

She asked the woman softly, "What's going on?"

The woman was also very surprised: "I had already smeared something under her chair in advance. Judging from her expression just now, she has been hit. Why is there no movement now? This shouldn't be the case!"

"Master Qingmiao, I invited you here because I saw that you have some abilities. I spent a lot of money on this. You can't do things like this."