The regent is a yandere who needs to be pampered

"The people below are all shouting." Lin Jia leaned against the carved window and said casually, "Young Master Fuchen has a weird temperament. He never likes to sing these love songs. It's useless even if they scream to break their throats."

Nan Xi was slightly surprised: "Is his temper really that bad?"

Lin Jia nodded.

"But he is just an opera singer. How could he be so bold to offend these dignitaries?" When Nan Xi spoke, her eyes fell on the noisy courtyard.

The seats of the guests under the stage are also divided into seniority and inferiority. The closer to the stage, the higher the status. Even those guests sitting in the last row are by no means ordinary common people.

The Qingyin Building has a great reputation. It is the largest theater in the imperial capital, and its consumption is naturally high. Those who are qualified to enter and exit this place are either powerful or rich.

Mr. Fuchen dares to have a bad temper in front of these people?

"Probably he has some background." Lin Jia said, "As for what force is behind it, I don't know. Anyway, he has encountered a lot of things in the past few years since he became famous. Look at which of the guests here today has a low status. Really? There are some dignitaries in the imperial capital who look good on the surface, but secretly have some unknown habits. Mr. Fuchen is so beautiful. Do you think no one has any thoughts about him in the past few years? "

When Nan Xi heard this, her eyes fell on Fu Chen's face, which was more beautiful than that of a woman.

Thinking about what Rong Yu said during lunch, she couldn't help but think in her heart, could it be that this young master's backer is the regent Rong Yu?

If this is the case, then what happened to him in his previous life when he was forcibly taken to the palace by King Qi to become a male favorite? Assassinate the King of Qi on the order of the regent?

But Rong Yu seemed to have no reason to kill King Qi, and it would be easy for him to kill King Qi, without anyone else taking action.

Nan Xi couldn't figure it out for a moment.

"Can I sing the match by myself?" A cold and melodious voice sounded on the stage, and Mr. Fuchen said casually, "What do you want me to sing, and what do you listen to? How come there are so many demands?"

The guest who just started making noises probably knew his temper. He was not angry when he heard this sentence, but became more and more enthusiastic: "It's boring to sing alone. Mr. Fuchen is so beautiful that he deserves to have a beauty sing with him. Isn't that right in the Qingyin Building?" Are there many beautiful beauties?"

Fuchen glanced at the speaker and smiled lightly: "My appearance is not beautiful enough?"

As soon as this sentence came out, there was naturally a burst of cheers from below.

Nan Xi looked at the table in silence. Those men who usually claimed to be elegant and elegant were completely demeanor because of Fuchen's words. Especially a few middle-aged men in the back row screamed loudly. They were all praising Mr. Fuchen's unparalleled beauty. .

This feeling does not feel like coming to listen to a play, but more like pursuing an oiran in a brothel, showing off one's ugliness.

On the other hand, the young gentlemen sitting in the front row looked somewhat gentlemanly.

Not knowing what suddenly occurred to her, Nan Xi turned to look at Lin Jia: "I see that all the guests at the table are men. Is it to avoid suspicion that women can reserve a private room to listen to the show?"

Lin Jia nodded: "This is also the rule of Qingyin House. I heard that it was decided by Mr. Fuchen. The private room is only for women."

After a pause, "But private rooms are expensive, and you have to charge whatever you want. Not just anyone can come if they want to."

Nan Xi nodded, secretly thinking that Mr. Fuchen seemed to be a very principled person.

"I am originally a laid-back person from Wollongong..." The son's heavenly voice sounded on the stage, and everyone present felt as if their throats were being strangled, and the noise and shouting stopped abruptly.

Nan Xi looked intently.

Mr. Fuchen holds Zhuge Liang's feather fan in his hand. He is handsome, casual and indifferent, and his long voice reveals a bit of uninhibitedness, "Discussing Yin and Yang... it's like turning the palm of your hand... Baoding the world... The late emperor, I'm going to Nanyang to march in person... ah ah ah ah... …”

"Sing beautifully." Lin Jia whispered, and then said mysteriously, "But compared to listening to him sing, I actually like his face better."

Nan Xi turned her eyes after hearing this: "Do you like his face?"

"Of course." Lin Jia pointed out, "Look at all the people here, who are not here because of Mr. Fuchen's appearance? How many of them are actually here to listen to the show?"

Nan Xi frowned.

"Didn't I just say that, despite the seemingly glorious appearance of those powerful people, they may have some shameful hobbies in private." Lin Jia sneered, "My mother, the noble eldest princess, once beat this Fuchen Young Master’s idea.”

What?

Nan Xi was stunned.

"Forget it." Lin Jia didn't bother to say more, "Family scandals should not be made public."

Nan Xi frowned and remained silent.

Beneath the superficial splendor and splendor, there has always been hidden a lot of filth and filth. The mother and daughter in the eldest princess's palace were estranged, the husband and wife turned against each other, and the eldest princess acted recklessly while taking advantage of her power... These are actually just the tip of the iceberg of the shameful things under the imperial power. .

Nothing unusual.

The eldest princess had an idea for Young Master Fuchen, but obviously failed to do so. Although Nan Xi didn't know when this happened, she had never heard of the eldest princess getting angry because of it. So in the previous life, Young Master Fuchen was Does being forced into Prince Qi's Mansion have anything to do with her?

Nan Xi chuckled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

There is no shortage of dark things in the world, but things that happen to others always seem to have nothing to do with them. No one dares to care about what happens in a wealthy family, so many dark things are buried deep in the world. In the deep house, no one cares about it for a long time.

"King Qi is here!"

Along with this high-pitched singing, a chaotic sound of footsteps sounded outside the theater, interrupting the guests who were listening to the opera.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and some people had already stood up and saluted involuntarily.

However, the Fuchen Gongzi who was singing on the stage was not affected at all, and was still singing attentively: "East-West War, North-South Suppression..."

Nan Xi looked at the entrance of the theater, and a man in a brocade robe came in with guards. Her solemn eyes fell on the stage, and she listened to the gentle singing of the beautiful young man without saying a word.

"Why did the King of Qi suddenly come to the theater?" Lin Jia's face changed slightly, and his brows were tightly furrowed. "I don't think I heard that he also likes to listen to opera before."

Nan Xi knew the purpose of the King of Qi's sudden visit here.

However, compared with the result she had known in her previous life, she actually wanted to see how the Fuchen Gongzi would deal with such a person. After all, thinking about her past life and this life, and considering the temperament of this young man, Nan Xi knew that he was probably not a master who would let herself suffer.

"Listening to the opera today is secondary." Nan Xi smiled faintly, turned around and took a cup of tea from the table, "Watching the opera is the main thing."

Lin Jia was puzzled: "What do you mean? Did you know that the King of Qi would come?"

Nan Xi shook her head: "I'm not a master of strategists."

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