Revenge of Rebirth: Beauty scheming

Chapter 567 The Uninvited Guest

"Sleeping in spring, tired of traveling and enjoying, don't ask for incense and embroidered to sleep. Spring scares! If you are in the mood, the dream is not far away..."

The last line was melodious and melodious, and the soundtrack became lighter and lighter, and then stopped slowly.

Zhao Yuanxiang put his long sleeves on his hands, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled slightly at Xuanyuan Chen in the audience.

Xuanyuan Chen stood up and walked towards the stage, applauding and applauding: "Thank you for your hard work. After listening to your song today, I will never listen to other people's plays again in the future."

Zhao Yuanxiang felt a little feverish, fanned it lightly with a folding fan, and said with a smile: "Master, did your mouth eat honey today?"

Xuanyuan Chen chuckled twice, and said: "Hurry up and change your clothes, you're hot. I'll wait for you here, take your time, don't worry."

Zhao Yuanxiang responded, and went into the backstage from behind.

People from the troupe came today, the masters in charge of the soundtrack, the troupe master, and two girls doing odd jobs.When they saw Zhao Yuanxiang coming over, they all gathered around and praised them, saying what was good, making Zhao Yuanxiang very uncomfortable.

Afterwards the others avoided, and the two girls helped Zhao Yuanxiang remove the complicated accessories from her head, and washed her face with a special balm.

Oil paint on the face is extremely difficult to wash off. Sitting in front of a basin of warm water, Zhao Yuanxiang tied all his hair back with a headband, then lowered his head, poured warm water on his entire face, and then gently wiped his face. Put on the special balm, rub it on the face in circles, and let it wash off the oil paint thoroughly.

Zhao Yuanxiang smeared balm on his face, closed his eyes and rubbed it for a long time, guessing in his heart that it was almost done, fumbled to pour warm water from the basin on his face to wash it off, and then said: "Please give me a handkerchief."

No one agreed, Zhao Yuanxiang closed his eyes and frowned slightly.

She called again, but still no answer.

She simply raised her hand to dry her eyes with her sleeve, but just as she raised her hand, a dry handkerchief fell into her hand.

At the same time, there was a familiar voice.

"Shut up if you want to live. If you dare to shout a word, today is your death day!"

Zhao Yuanxiang's body froze, and at this moment, there were mixed feelings.

It was the same voice as Ye Yi, but it was so cold and ruthless to what she said.

It was only for a moment, and after Zhao Yuanxiang reacted, he quickly and clearly distinguished the owner of the voice from Ye Yi.

This person is Feng Yunyi, not Ye Yi.

Why is she here?What is she here for?
Zhao Yuanxiang didn't even know, but she knew that since Feng Yunyi didn't directly kill her, it meant she was still useful.

She took a handkerchief and slowly wiped off the water on her face, before opening her eyes, she turned to look at Feng Yunyi.

Seeing the people behind, Zhao Yuanxiang was slightly surprised—it turned out that it was not only Feng Yunyi alone, but also a girl doing odd jobs in the theater troupe.

Feng Yunyi's face was still covered with a veil, his eyes were full of sneers, and he seemed a little complacent.

Zhao Yuanxiang sat quietly, looked at Feng Yunyi, without saying a word.

Feng Yunyi only thought that she was stupefied, sneered, and said: "I don't want to talk nonsense anymore, if you are sensible, just follow us obediently, otherwise, I will tie you up and leave!"

Zhao Yuanxiang blinked, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you arresting me for?"

Feng Yunyi didn't answer, but winked at the woman next to her, and the woman immediately turned around and found a thick and long hemp rope among the sundries.

(End of this chapter)