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Chapter 63 063. Imperial Scholars

When Tang Xiaomeng heard the footsteps, she raised her head, as if she hadn't recovered from the cruel scene just now.

But when she saw the other party's appearance, her previous fear suddenly dissipated and was 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.

"Xiao Meng. I haven't seen him for three years since then."

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

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

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

She hardened her attitude.

Xia Yi did not 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 was invited by the General."

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

"That's right, you. I haven't heard from you since graduation. I didn't expect to become a royal scholar. 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 your place. I will explain the situation to the general, pack your things and go home."

Tang Xiaomeng frowned, then shook off Xia Yi's hand, stepped on the tile floor with her high heels, and walked away with a crisp sound.

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 was between the two, but the words 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.

After three times, five and two, Qiao Mu got rid of all the food and asked the waiter to bring two lotus cakes to be packaged - he did not forget the instructions of Ms. [Fei Ying] 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.

"Ms. Tang has been a hot celebrity in the old city this year. Her song "Autumn in the Old City" won applause from 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, wearing a cheongsam, was standing in front of a 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 kind of charm. Be careful, don’t get immersed in it, unless you want to become a fool! 】

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

"Supernatural power?"

Qiao Mu frowned slightly. He didn't know how the strangers in this world obtained extraordinary powers, but now it seemed that Tang Xiaomeng might have something special about him.

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

After finding a seat 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 would become friends anyway, and prepared to gather more information, so he asked a few questions about Xia Yi.

"Mr. Xia is a well-known screenwriter. A new play written and directed by him will be performed tonight. He is also a popular person in front of General Li. He has written many plays that praise the general."

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

Qiao Mu sat aside.

In a few simple sentences, he outlined a 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 exploited the people, but Xia Yi wrote it as loving the people like a son and doing good deeds.

For example, Li Qing was brutal and bloody in the Ming Dynasty and exploited merchants, but Xia Yi wrote him into a wise king who granted amnesty to 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 Miss Tang received General Li's attention, Mr. Xia seems to have been neglected a lot, and even the funds have been lost. I guess he is worried now."

As the adjutant spoke, his hand suddenly placed on Qiao Mu's thigh.

Qiao Mu glanced at the other party, and then, golden threads hung down from infinite heights and wrapped around the other party's hands and feet.

The adjutant's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and he sat there blankly.

Qiao Mu stood up and walked towards Xia Yi.

After all, Xia Yi seemed to want Tang Xiaomeng to leave the hotel. To round things off, the two of them had the same goal, so they might be able to work together.

He is not a gossip.

Noticing Qiao Mu approaching, Xia Yi adjusted his glasses and walked towards the 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. When he turned a corner, he saw Xia Yi right 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.

After pulling it, Qiao Mu discovered that it turned out to be a paper man.

On the originally faceless face, there were only two eyes drawn with a black brush, staring straight at Qiao Mu.

The surrounding suddenly became quiet.

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

Each of them is made of paper figures, and their dull eyes seem to move slightly.

Qiao Mu felt that Tang Xiaomeng's singing had become distant, and instead, some kind of thin murmur sounded 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, it’s still 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 thread was about to fall from an infinite height, but the sound of high heels suddenly stopped everything.

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

"Dr. Qiao, 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, gently adjusting his glasses, his eyes full of amusement.

Like, it was just a warning.