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Chapter 63 063. Imperial Literati
Tang Xiaomeng raised her head when she heard footsteps, as if she hadn't recovered from the cruel scene just now.

But when she saw the appearance of the other party, the previous fear suddenly dissipated, replaced by some kind of confusion.

"Xia Yi?"

Tang Xiaomeng called out the other party's name.

This man is about the same age as Tang Xiaomeng. He wears a pair of glasses and is meticulous. His suit is clean and neat, with no wrinkles visible. His brand-new leather shoes are spotless, which is enough to give a glimpse of his personality.

"Xiaomeng. It's been three years since then."

The man named Xia Yi greeted him. He caught a glimpse of Tang Xiaomeng's satin cheongsam, and his eyes became deep.

Tang Xiaomeng bit her lower lip lightly, she stood up and looked at Xia Yi.

"I heard about you, Screenwriter Xia. It seems that you are doing well."

She got tougher.

Xia Yi didn't answer, but glanced at the soldier standing at the door before whispering.

"You shouldn't be here tonight. This is General Li Qing's New Year's banquet, not a place for children to play."

"I have been invited by the General."

Tang Xiaomeng did not retreat, but became a little agitated.

"On the contrary, you haven't heard from me since graduation. I didn't expect to become an imperial literati. I've seen the plays you wrote."

She wanted to say something else, but soon remembered her identity, glanced at Qiao Mu, who was having a big meal, and prepared to leave.

Xia Yi suddenly grabbed Tang Xiaomeng's wrist.

"This is not the place for you to stay. I will explain the situation to the general, pack up and go home."

Tang Xiaomeng frowned, and then shook off Xia Yi's hand. The high-heeled shoes stepped on the tiled floor, making a crisp sound, and walked away.

Xia Yi took a deep look at Tang Xiaomeng's back. Someone came over to talk to him. The two exchanged a few words and Xia Yi left.

Qiao Mu didn't know what the rift between the two was, but the text in his field of vision reminded him that Xia Yi was a very dangerous man.

He had to keep Tang Xiaomeng away from danger.

Of course, the first priority is to eat what's on the table.

Qiao Mu finished all the food, and asked the waiter to bring two lotus cakes to pack—he didn't forget the order from the lady [Crimson Sakura] in the [Guide to the World].

After finishing the food, Qiao Mu asked the adjutant and found Tang Xiaomeng who was rehearsing in the banquet hall.

She is a singer.

"Miss Tang has been a hot celebrity in the old city this year, and the song "Autumn in the old city" won the applause of the whole house."

The adjutant couldn't help but said.

"The layout here today was personally designated by the general. It's full of pomp and splendor!"

On the stage, Tang Xiaomeng, dressed in a cheongsam, was standing in front of the microphone and singing.

Although there is no accompaniment and it is just a cappella song, you can feel the sadness of separation in the singing. After listening to only a few lines, it seems that you are occupied by the melancholy of autumn and become melancholy.

[Her singing voice has a different charm, be careful, don't indulge in it, unless you want to become a fool! 】

Crimson words flowed along with the singing, lingering on the ceiling of the banquet hall.

"Extraordinary power?"

Qiao Mu frowned slightly. He didn't know how the strangers in this world obtained extraordinary power, but now it seems that Tang Xiaomeng may already possess some special features.

I just don’t know if Li Qing noticed it.

Finding a place with a wide view and sitting down, Qiao Mu scanned the stage and found Xia Yi standing in a dark corner, staring at Tang Xiaomeng on the stage.

"suspicious."

Qiao Mu thought that he and the adjutant had become friends anyway, and was going to make more money, so he asked a few questions about Xia Yi.

"Mr. Xia is a well-known screenwriter. Tonight, the new drama he wrote and directed will be performed here. He is also a popular person in front of General Li. He has written many dramas praising the general before."

The screenwriter's eyes started to look a little weird when he looked at Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu sat aside.

With a few simple words, he outlined the general image of Xia Yi.

Xia Yi and Tang Xiaomeng both graduated from college. After that, Xia Yi went away to his hometown and returned to his hometown last year. He shocked everyone with his drama skills and became an instant hit. Later, he was recruited by Li Qing and became his imperial scholar. Write some works that praise virtue and confuse right and wrong.

For example, it was Li Qing who massacred the rebels and oppressed the common people, Xia Yi wrote it as loving the people like a son, and being kind like others.

For example, Mingming Liqing was brutal and bloody, exploiting merchants, Xia Yi wrote it as a generation of Mingjun, amnesty for the world.

No wonder Tang Xiaomeng was so angry.

The classmate who went to the same school as him turned out to look like this, and anyone who saw it would spit.

"Since Ms. Tang received General Li's attention, Mr. Xia seems to have been neglected a lot, and even lost funds. I guess he is worried now."

The adjutant said, and suddenly put his hand on Qiao Mu's thigh.

Qiao Mu glanced at the other party, and immediately, a golden thread fell from infinite heights, entwining the other party's hands and feet.

The adjutant suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and sat there in a daze.

Qiao Mu stood up and walked towards Xia Yi.

After all, Xia Yi also seemed to want Tang Xiaomeng to leave the big hotel. Rounding things up, the two had the same goal, so maybe they could cooperate.

He's not a gossip guy.

Noticing Qiao Mu approaching, Xia Yi adjusted his glasses and walked backstage.

Qiao Mu hurriedly followed.

Passing through the slightly dim curtain, he found that there were many people here, including some in costumes, who seemed to be actors from the play Xia Yi was rehearsing.

He saw Xia Yi, who was neatly dressed, nimbly walking through the prop boxes and wardrobes and walking towards the depths of the backstage.

Qiao Mu also walked along the road, and when he turned a corner, he saw Xia Yi in front of him.

"Hello."

Stretching out his hand, Qiao Mu pressed the other person's shoulder to say hello.

But as soon as he touched the suit, Qiao Mu realized something was wrong.

Gently, softly.

Even that "Xia Yi" is not quite right.

With a pull, Qiao Mu discovered that it turned out to be a paper doll.

Originally, there were no facial features, but only two eyes drawn with a black brush, staring straight at Qiao Mu.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Qiao Mu turned around and found that the actors in the drama were looking towards him.

They were all made of paper figurines, and their wooden eyes seemed to turn slightly.

Qiao Mu felt that Tang Xiaomeng's singing had become distant, and instead, some kind of small ravings rang in his ears.

Dark yellow and viscous liquid gradually dripped from the gaps in the drawers of the dressing cabinets, the gaps in the wardrobe doors, the edges of the carpets, and the shelves overhead.

[Haha, this is not a drama that ordinary people can watch. If you don't want to be a part of the story, then it's too late to leave now! 】

Only the blood-colored words lingered among the dark yellow mucus.

Qiao Mu felt the mucus spreading from his legs, as if it was about to engulf him in the next moment.

The golden silk thread was about to hang down from an infinite height, but the sound of high-heeled shoes suddenly stopped all the strangeness.

The next moment, Qiao Mu saw those paper-like actors turned back into ordinary humans, busy with their own affairs, as if what happened just now was just Qiao Mu's hallucination.

"Doctor Joe, what are you doing here?"

Tang Xiaomeng's voice came from behind him. Qiao Mu didn't look back. He saw Xia Yi standing in front of him, adjusting his glasses slightly, his eyes full of amusement.

Like, it was just a warning.

(End of this chapter)