Today Qian's family is surprisingly quiet.

The guests don't seem to be here for fun anymore, they all sit properly, with fried peas in their hands, forgetting to throw them into their mouths. The teacup lid was not lifted.

The quiet, almost silent atmosphere also infected the people of the troupe.

They closed the curtains, looked outside quietly, and said terribly, "We won't die here today, will we?"

"I don't know if I'm dead or not, but I know that these guests may not dare to come tomorrow. I've never seen such a quiet time in our team. I don't even have a dirty talk..."

At this time, the status of actors was similar to that of prostitutes.

On weekdays, their troupe, rather than earning some reward money by singing, is more like making money by pleasing guests.

At this time, the head teacher had quietly retreated to the backstage for fear of disturbing the nobles.

Seeing the discussion in the backstage, he pulled his face and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about? Look at this guest's dress and bearing, it's time for us to develop!"

"Didn't that guest suddenly come in to listen to a play? He didn't say anything, didn't say a smile, and didn't even seem to coax." The young man said, wrinkled his face, spread his hands and said: "Not only him, even None of the military lords he brought with him made a sound... all of them were cold and terrifying when they looked at them. How does this look like we are going to develop?"

The class leader spat: "You know what a fart?"

After he finished speaking, showing a bit of pride, he said, "How many troupes are there in Haicheng? Let's not talk about it. It's Xiangyuan, but they have Xiao Jixian as a pillar! What else is there? She, Qingfeng class...Are we a fart?"

"This distinguished guest looks at his style, isn't he amazing? But why didn't he go anywhere else, he just came to us! He has to listen to The Peony Pavilion as soon as he comes! You idiots, don't you understand?"

The young man's face changed in shock: "...for Xiaokou'er?"

This car, with the last word spit out of the mouth.

The little button stopped.

Only then did he regain some clarity in his mind, and he couldn't help but look down at the stage.

The young man in the military uniform was still staring at him, not to mention his eyes shifted, but his expression didn't change.

I don't know if I sang well or not, but I ended up singing a play in a confused way.

Xiao Kou'er bowed and saluted, then covered his face with his water sleeves to leave.

It's rare for the guests below to watch a play so seriously. Seeing that he was about to leave the stage, he forgot his appearance for a while, grabbed a handful of fried peanuts, mixed two silver dollars, and smashed it on Xiao Kou'er's head.

"You are rewarded," a guest said loudly.

After he finished speaking, he also laughed twice with the others.

This is the norm in Qian's family.

Two silver dollars!

The little button is going to squat down to pick it up as usual.

Followed by a "click" sound.

Everyone saw the young man sitting in the middle, unbuttoned the leather buckle, took out the gun, and lightly loaded it.

The man's knuckled fingers were holding the gun, and the black and white were distinct, making people instinctively feel a suffocating aura.

Xiao Kou'er was stunned, staring at him blankly, forgetting his movements for a while.

The guest also turned pale with fright, and hurriedly said, "I forgot, I forgot that you are here."

After all, he hurriedly crawled down from his seat, and went to the table to pick up the peanuts and silver dollars he just threw.

The adjutant snorted coldly and said, "Who are you looking down on? You dare to take a big deal here. If you spend two dollars, you will really take yourself as a master?"

The guest became more and more flustered, not only his face turned pale, but his sweat came out.

"No, no, no, I don't mean that. I don't mean to snatch it with you... What am I? You just let me go, and I'll clean it up." Saying that, the man didn't care about picking them up one by one. Now, I swept away all the peanuts and silver dollars scattered on the stage with my sleeve, and I didn't care about getting dirty.

Cen Yao just got up and walked slowly in front of him.

"I'm embarrassed for two silver dollars." Cen Yao said lightly.

The guest's face was red and white for a while, and he couldn't speak, so he took another handful from his pocket and handed it in the direction of Xiao Kou'er.

The little button was a little reluctant to take it.

He even stopped breathing.

A group of people from the troupe in the backstage were even more frightened.

I thought straight, where did this King of Hell come from?

"Take it." Cen Yao said.

Xiao Kou'er was a little afraid of him, so he obediently reached out and took it.

Cen Yao said again: "Smash it back, one by one, and slowly hit him on the head."

The little button was stunned.

The guest knew what it was for.

He immediately broke down in cold sweat, but he had to pull out a smile and said, "... smash, smash."

He is also a frequent visitor here. He knows that this person on stage has something to do with the eldest young master of the Cen family business. But isn't Cen Qingyuan not there? What's wrong with teasing on the lips?

He never imagined that there would be such a big man behind this little button!

Now this person is bothering him to smash people with money, thinking that he humiliated Xiao Kou'er and wanted Xiao Kou'er to humiliate him back!

Cen Yao raised his chin lightly: "Smash."

Xiao Kou'er was holding the silver dollars and smashed them on the man's head one by one.

This thing is not easy to hold, and it hurts to hit the head. As soon as it falls, a red mark is immediately "popped".

For a while, the troupe was extremely quiet, and all the guests didn't dare to breathe.

The whole process was long and difficult, and the atmosphere around was extremely depressing.

That guest was smashed so that his forehead was blue, and he could only suffer.

He regretted it again and again in his heart, only to feel that he was cheap and cheap.

"It's over." Xiao Kou'er clenched the empty palm unnaturally and whispered.

"Go away." Cen Yao was relieved.

The man didn't dare to stay any longer, and ran away in a hurry.

Xiao Kou'er thought for a while, then pointed to herself and asked, "What about me? Can I go?"

Cen Yao pressed against the fence beside the stage, and turned over with his long legs.

He said, "Let's go."

Xiao Kou'er was a little stunned, but he still turned his head and walked behind the curtain.

After he took a few steps, he couldn't help but look back-

The man is right behind him!

Xiao Kou'er didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he pretended not to see it, and just kept walking forward. When he was in front of the curtain, he was about to raise his hand, but Shaili stretched out a hand and lifted the curtain.

It was the man who lifted him up.

Xiao Kou'er turned his head and glanced at the man in confusion, but still walked in obediently.

At this time, both the front and back of the stage, they all saw this scene, and no matter how stupid people are, they also understand what this master sees.

Cen Yao followed closely into the backstage.

The person behind the curtain was so frightened that he hurried to the corner to hide.

Only the class leader, who was afraid, but could not resist the temptation of Qian Quan, took the initiative to come up and said with a smile, "Do you still listen to Xiao Kou'er sing?"

"No need." Cen Yao said lightly, turning his head to look at Xiao Kou'er.

His face hardly changed.

Just because he is younger and the special growth environment makes his eyes look more beautiful.

There is a kind of naive clarity.

Obviously born in filth, but flowers bloom.

Cen Yao's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes carefully traced the boy's eyebrows.

His eyebrows and eyes were painted with oil paint, which naturally added a bit of hooking flavor.

Cen Yao's throat was a little tight, but he still said, "Go wash your face first."

What good things can be used in this little troupe? My face has been stuffy inside for a long time, and I'm not sure I will get a rash.

Xiao Kou'er heaved a sigh of relief and turned around hastily.

The rest of the people quickly got busy, and it was time to entertain the front guests. There was still some cleverness, and immediately went to boil a pot of hot water for Xiao Kou'er, and said in his mouth: "Wait, don't use cold water..."

Little Kou'er had never been treated like this before, so he couldn't help being stunned, he pulled a stool next to him and sat down, slowly waiting for the hot water.

At this time, the class teacher couldn't help but open his mouth: "Dare to ask what your name is?"

"Number four in the family."

The class leader immediately hit the snake and followed the stick: "Fourth Master! Fourth Master is good!"

"How do you feel after listening to The Peony Pavilion today? Will you come again in the future?" the class leader asked with a bow.

Xiaokou'er couldn't help but pricked up his ears and listened quietly.

It's better not to come.

When this man sat down, he always felt that he was out of breath, and he sang in a daze.

Cen Yao said lightly: "Come."

"That's it, I'll keep the best position for you, I'll keep it every day, just waiting for you to come!" A flower appeared on the teacher's face.

He also wanted to ask, do you want to take the little button with you tonight?

But the class leader thought about it, this noble person, he all pays attention to a style. People probably don't like such a straightforward question.

The head teacher said with a smile: "Then I won't bother you. You are here, talking to Xiao Kou'er... If you have something to do, just tell me."

With that said, he greeted the others and left.

The others quietly glanced at Cen Yao before leaving.

After going out, someone couldn't help but say: "Looking up close, this noble looks really good-looking."

"He glanced at me and my calf cramped."

...

The little button's eyes widened.

Why did you run away?

What do you leave him alone for?

Cen Yao just stared at him and did not speak.

Xiao Kou'er was staring at him a little uncomfortable, so he asked, "Want... do you want me to sing you a little song?"

Cen Yao said, "No need."

He took out a small purse and stuffed it into Xiaokou'er's palm.

The outside of the small purse is sewn with a layer of satin, with Su embroidery on it, which looks extraordinarily beautiful and expensive.

The little button squeezed.

It's hard inside.

Loaded with many silver dollars?

Hold heavy.

Xiao Kou'er has never received so much reward money at one time. And it wasn't thrown at him, it was put into his hands.

Xiao Kou'er frowned worriedly and said in his heart, that's the time to sing a song, otherwise how could it be worth the money?

At this time, someone came in with a water basin and said, "I found some hot water in Yinzi's kettle, and I will use it for you first..."

Xiaokou'er turned around and went to get the face towel.

The man behind him picked it up one step further, soaked it with water, then pinched his chin and made him raise his head.

Xiao Kou'er looked at the man blankly.

The man looked down at him condescendingly. Kind of weird. Xiaokou'er said in a heart, how could I feel a little tenderness in his indifferent eyes?

city ​​gate.

Cen Qingyuan's face became more and more ugly when he waited, and turned to ask, "Are you sure you're coming back today?"

A young servant rushed over and said, "Eldest young master, I just went to inquire about it, and said...that there is a motorcade today, and it has already entered the city. I don't know if it is the fourth master."

Cen Qingyuan looked disappointed: "Why didn't you enter the house when you came back?"

And this cabin.

Xiao Kou'er sat there stiffly, watching the man slowly and carefully wiping the paint off his face.

It seems like two people with the man sitting under the stage, pulling out a gun and loading it.