"Little Wenjun, your destiny is thin, without the blessing to ride a fragrant carriage... I return your fragrant silk sleeves, for such romance will not be spoken of in this life. This one meeting, thus becomes an eternal farewell! You must go, in the end, you must go, and I, how shall I bid farewell?"
Xu Qing felt his head pounding.
I mean, at this stage, let's not make it any more theatrical for ourselves, there's not a living soul in the entire theater, who's there to listen?
Beside him, the Opera Troupe Leader heard Boss Liu, dressed as a general, start singing the female role, and he couldn't sit still.
What's the difference between this and putting osmanthus cake on fried intestines, or dipping candied hawthorn in spicy sauce? Isn't that ruining good things!
"What a stubborn little one, today I must clean the house!"
On stage, Liu Su'e suddenly recited and sang, "I am a delicate woman, not a man!"
This day, this moment, in another year, in another month.