The path of the villain is not easy

Chapter 85 Dreaming
Ever since Changsun Ji injured his personal bodyguard in West Lake, he has been trying to save face.It's just that there has never been a chance. I wanted to take advantage of the damage to his mud palace and hit him hard at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival, but I didn't expect his mud palace to recover, so I had to give up.

Hearing Changsun Ji talking with Meng Yao just now, my heart moved.Think this is an opportunity.

As the saying goes: Every other line is like a mountain.Although writing poems and lyrics and composing opera novels are considered literary creations, it does not mean that one can write operas if one can write poems.

Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.People who don't understand may think that the two are similar, but those who really know how to know know that there is still a big difference between the two.

Ning Fang didn't intend that Changsun Ji would be able to write operas, the reason why he spoke was just to take the opportunity to disgust Changsun Ji.

"I really wrote this, but it's just kept in the mansion." Changsun Ji looked a little weird.Some time ago, in order to practice calligraphy, he specially adapted and wrote some stories from his previous life.At that time, it also attracted Zizhu to follow like a demon, holding and watching all day long.

"Oh, is it? Then you might as well send someone to bring it now, so that we can see it too." Ning Fang said with a smile on his face when Changsun Ji answered.

"Okay, okay. It's too troublesome to go back and forth. This matter will be discussed later, and now we are going to watch a play, watch a play." Seeing that the two men were facing each other, Meng Yao hurriedly smoothed things over.

A smile hung on Ning Fang's face, and he hummed twice.He stopped talking, turned his head and watched the drama again.

Seeing the appearance of the two of them, Changsun Ji knew that they didn't believe that he wrote the script, and only thought that he was just trying to keep it out of face.

But Changsun Ji didn't explain, just shrugged.He stopped talking and insisted on watching the trick.

It was almost noon, and the Lanhui troupe had a break, and the Beijing troupe was supposed to perform on stage next.In the room, some servants brought up some refreshments and some tea.

Because Changsun Ji did not experience too much strenuous exercise throughout the morning, he was not very hungry, but simply ate a few pieces of flower cakes and then stopped.

Changsun Ji hadn't seen any Beijing troupe performances before, so watching the Beijing troupe's drama was not as painful as it was in the morning, but it felt a little fun.

Of course, it does not mean that the performance of the Beijing class is better than that of the Lanhui class.The performance styles of the two are different, but each has its own age.It's just that one is review and the other is preview.

In comparison, the preview is naturally more interesting.

The crowd stayed until the theater actors stepped down before leaving.They said a few farewell words when they parted.Changsun Ji took Feng Wan'er back home.

Because he didn't eat much at noon, Changsun Ji felt a little hungry when he returned to the mansion, so he ordered the kitchen to prepare dinner.Changsun Ji lay lazily on the couch, and the simple entertainment made him relax a little bit.

After watching the movie for a whole day, although my body is a bit tired, my mind is very clear.

His thoughts were a little distracted, thinking about what he should do in the future, what he planned to do next, and what he would do if Emperor Yan attacked him...

As he thought about it, his head became a little confused.When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was tied up and thrown on a table by someone.

Changsun Ji looked around, and was surrounded by people in white clothes who were tied up like him.He faintly felt that the surrounding environment was somewhat familiar.

At this time, he heard a voice from above: "It's noon, execution."

Changsun Ji felt his head explode, he knew where the sense of familiarity came from.

"Isn't this the place where I died in my previous life? Why did I come back to this place again? Could it be that my rebellion failed?" Changsun Ji thought to himself.

He felt that someone grabbed his body and lifted him up, and then that person pressed his head on a wooden pier. Changsun Ji shrank his pupils, obviously realizing something.

"No." Changsun Ji yelled violently, straightened his body vigorously, and sat up from the couch.

Taking a few deep breaths, Changsun Ji wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his hand.Somewhat rejoicingly murmured: "It turned out to be a dream."

He was a little relaxed just now, and fell asleep unconsciously.

"Husband, what's the matter with you?" Feng Wan'er heard the movement, walked in from outside the room, and asked worriedly when she saw Changsun Ji's big head.

"It's okay, I just had a nightmare and woke me up with fright." Changsun Ji explained, and then asked, "What time is it now?"

"Now is only the best time."

Changsun Ji did a simple calculation and found that half an hour had passed since his sleep.Then he showed Feng Wan'er a comforting smile and changed the subject.Asked: "Isn't dinner ready in the back kitchen?"

"It's ready, but Zhao Yan saw that her husband was asleep, so she didn't have the heart to disturb her."

"Okay, let's order the chef to serve the food now, I feel like I'm going to be hungry." Changsun Ji rubbed his stomach and said with a smile to Feng Wan'er.

After dinner, Changsun Ji played Yanling knife according to his habit.Then went to bed and rested.

It's just that somehow, lying on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep, and the dream scene broke into my mind from time to time.Drive away his not-so-exuberant drowsiness.

He couldn't turn over either, for fear of disturbing the person next to his pillow.Just like this, until the sound of cock crowing came from outside, the long-awaited drowsiness really overcame the churning scenes in his mind and hit him.

What Changsun Ji didn't know was that after he fell into a deep sleep, Feng Wan'er, who was sleeping next to him, opened her eyes and quietly looked at him who was sleeping soundly.It took a long time to close his eyes again, but there was a flash of crystal in the corner of his eyes.

At Mao, the sun climbed up slowly from the sea level again as promised, and then kept rising to shine on the earth.

When Changsun Ji woke up from sleep, it was already three strokes in the sun.Stretching in satisfaction, Changsun Ji put on his clothes under Feng Wan'er's service.

After everything was settled, Changsun Ji and Feng Wan'er had breakfast together, and went to the front hall to say good morning to Changsun Lianyi and Gao Shi.After returning to the room, Changsun Ji ordered Zizhu to find Shen Qiuyi.So I sat in the room reading and practicing calligraphy.

It was already half an hour later when Shen Qiuyi returned to Pengyuan from Yichunyuan. Now Yichunyuan sells the second day's sales in the morning, and sells the high-priced rice left over from yesterday's sales in the afternoon.

Because all small and medium-sized shops in the capital are now selling quotas, his high-priced quotas are not very easy to sell compared to other grain shops. There will be some left over every day, and then the high-priced grains will be sold in the afternoon to those who are lucky enough not to buy. The people with sales.

Shen Qiuyi walked into the room and greeted the grandson Ji.

(End of this chapter)