e turned and walked away.The other party stopped him, their mixed-blue eyes swept over, and they said coldly, "What's wrong Are you so reluctant to see me"His tone was tinged with a hint of melancholy...Today is the day Liyuan opens, there can be no mistakes.

At this moment, there was no one backstage. Ning Shu heard footsteps and thought it was the little girl from before. He sat in front of the mirror and said softly, "Bai Ling, help me take off my makeup."

That mournful aria, filled with melancholy, rose and enveloped the heavy footsteps. The newcomer approached from behind, raising their hand.

"Bai Ling"

A man's deep voice came.

Only then did Ning Shu hear the familiar sound of boots on the ground, and the metallic clang of the general's military uniform against his cold gun as he walked. It felt like a step onto his heart, causing his eyelashes to flutter involuntarily.

He couldn't help but raise his face and look.

It's not just my imagination.

The general stood behind him, clad in a suit of cold, dark military attire. A heavy pistol hung at his waist, and his long, slender white fingers were encased in white gloves.

Those inky blue eyes, now gazing through the mirror. They looked towards the young actor, their thin eyelids seeming to carry a chill as they wrapped themselves around him, layer upon layer.

The general looked at the actor in the mirror.

He was wearing a red costume, the crimson peony embroidery on it especially exquisite. His narrow long phoenix eyes lifted, along with his delicate and elongated neck.

Let Fu Sian think of the scene he had just been on stage.

The actor held a slender cigarette holder in his hand, his fair and slender fingers gripping the golden tip. Leaning back on the Taishi chair, his phoenix eyes held a hint of coldness, the red adding to his already pale and delicate complexion.

This made the general almost lose face on the spot.

"Young Master," Ning Shu stood up, somewhat stunned and opened her mouth, "How did you come here..."

He remembered that Fu Sian had just been listening to the opera downstairs.

Ning Shu couldn't help but glance at the general's back, but he was lifted up by his hand and pressed down.

The young actor, taken aback, fell into his arms.

wants to struggle.

...but was gently pinched by the military officer. ...

His body instantly went limp.

That waist felt pleasantly numb.

Ning Shu slightly parted her red lips, being pulled into the man's arms by one hand.

"Follow me, and I'll redeem you from this pear garden."

The general's cold aura enveloped her. He lowered his eyes, his dark blue eyes gazing at her from a slightly superior angle, and said.

Ning Shu couldn't help but be a little stunned.

The phrase made him feel somewhat familiar, and when he realized it, he remembered it was from the opera just now.

Ji Chang, from birth, was a prince. After his family fell into decline, he was deceived by those closest to him and ended up in the Pear Garden.

Although he was aloof and had a hard life, he also met some people who were not considered nobles but treated him well.

And in the book, a young lieutenant took a liking to Jichang. At first, he only came to watch the opera, but after taking a liking to Jichang, he often frequented the pear garden and supported him. Jichang was aloof and noble, and besides singing, his attitude towards others was no different from anyone else.

This lieutenant's rank was not low, and he also had a strong interest in Ji Chang.

He promised Ji Chang that if he followed him, he would agree to take him out of this pear garden and afterward he would have endless wealth and honor.

The general's icy gloves gently lifted her chin.

Ning Shu glanced at the amniotic sac, her lips slightly pursed. She intended to make her stance clear as well. Her brows and eyes, like Ji Chang in the book, turned cold: "The Pear Garden holds no ill will for me."

"He might be interested in me now, but who knows, he might get bored or fed up with me someday."

The general also lowered his eyes to look at him, faintly saying: “What if I use force”

Ning Shu also raised those phoenix eyes of hers: "Master, why force others"

"Ke Ye just likes to challenge the impossible."

The general's dark blue eyes gazed at him, then he picked up the young actor in his arms.

He cornered him behind the desk.

The brushes for drawing eyebrow paintings, one by one, scattered.

The young actor extended his hand, his skin startlingly white. His arm was visible beneath his sleeve, the fabric of which was strikingly vibrant.

He clutched the soldier's hand.

The general, however, bent down and gently sniffed the air around him.

Clearly, that handsome face held no expression, but those eyes held a certain ineffable emotion.

The young actor's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

The general raised his hand and grasped his wrist.

With downcast eyes, he looked over coldly, pushing the actor back until they were cornered and could only retreat with some embarrassment.

"Not to mention the pear garden, even here by the sea, who would dare disobey me"

Ning Shu pursed her lips slightly, forced to retreat. In the end, she could only sit rather awkwardly on the table behind her. The military officer extended his icy fingers.

Caressed his striking brow and eyes.

Ning Shu's eyes were slightly red. He couldn't help but look, his phoenix eyes carrying a hint of mist.

Yet, because of his cold demeanor, there was an indescribable allure to him.

The general's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

The young actor's lips were crimson, and his phoenix eyes were unparalleled in their beauty. He reached out, gripping the other person's delicate white nape, and whispered, "Whatever this master wants, he gets."

Ning Shu didn't know for a moment whether Fu Shenian was actually playing the role of the lieutenant in the book or something else.

He pursed his lips slightly, at first only wanting to take this opportunity to make things clear with Fu Shenian.

But he never expected things to develop to this point.

The young actor wanted to get up, but the general's body pinned him down.

His slender white hand grasped the general's icy overcoat: "Young Marshal."

The general just looked at him impassively and said, "I'm only giving you one chance."

A clicking sound came from her waist.

The man drew the heavy gun, hefting it slightly upwards. A chill emanated from it, spreading a touch of icy air.

The military officer looked at him and said, “Follow me, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

Ning Shu's body stiffened slightly, his heart trembling with a touch of coldness.

When he first played the role of Ji Chang, he only felt that Ji Chang had threatened him with his life at the time. That lieutenant had given up then, and at that moment he thought that the lieutenant was domineering and cold-hearted.

Ji Chang threatened to take his own life and said he would disfigure himself.

The lieutenant lost interest.

Ning Shu couldn't help but think of Fu Shenian, although this person was very despicable. But compared to this lieutenant, what Fu Shenian had done wasn't anything special.

But he now knows better.

What's the difference between this officer before us and the lieutenant in the book

A cold gun barrel pointed at himself.

Ning Shu is unlike Ji Chang, who would risk his own life.

The military officer pointed a gun at him, and covered his hand with the other.

The young actor's eyes sparkled, and he was dressed in a costume sitting at the table. But he was pressed down by the general, his cold thin lips pressed down.

He kissed along the young actress's neck, all the way down.

The general's eyes were dark, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

I remembered the young actor falling in a pool of blood, his breathtakingly poignant gaze, yet so resolute. The vibrant red set off his skin, making it appear even paler and whiter.

The performer slightly parted her lips and lowered her eyelids.

Beneath that graceful figure, she stands tall and elegant.

The general raised his hand slightly, his ink-blue eyes fixed on the person.

The young actor's costume was slightly dishevelled, revealing his delicate and fair collarbone. His eyes were alluring, with phoenix eyes now brimming with water-like color.

With a slight downward glance, his gaze fell upon the slender waistline visible beneath the costume.

Her porcelain skin, contrasted with the vibrant red, was breathtakingly beautiful.

The general leaned down and kissed the young actor's lips, pinching his chin.

Get straight to the point.

Ning Shu could only be forced to kiss, he couldn't help but reach out and grab the general's clothes.

slightly tightened.

He wanted to resist, but the cold muzzle of the gun was pointed at his waist.

He couldn't straighten up, was forced to lean against it, and there was no support point.

Ning Shu slightly pursed her lips and couldn't help but turn her face away.

The general seemed to enjoy playing with his hand, his voice a little raspy as he said, "I hadn't noticed before, but Master Ning Si's hands are quite beautiful."

The general lowered his head slightly, a cool and aloof aura washing over her.

Ning Shu felt a cool, damp sensation on his finger. His eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of his eyes became even more vividly crimson.

He wanted to withdraw his hand.

The general grasped his hand, his ink-blue eyes seeming to hold a peculiar meaning as they rested upon him.

Ning Shu doesn't know what one hand is good for.

Then, I heard the General staring at that hand, his voice low and calm, "Just now on stage, when Young Master Ning held that cigarette holder, I was thinking..." He fixed me with his deep blue gaze, meaningfully saying, "I wonder what it would be like if someone else held it in their place"

Ning Shu was still panting slightly, initially not understanding what the military officer in front of her was saying.

Until he saw the reaction from the other person, he immediately understood.

The young actor's face flushed slightly.

His eyes flowed slightly, and because of the fog and the water color, they added a touch of coldness.

"I just don't know, those adjutants who follow the young marshal around, do they know that the young marshal in private is actually like this"

Fu Shen didn't speak, but just watched the young actor quietly. Then he raised his hand and leaned down slightly.

After Ning Shu finished speaking, she thought back to when she was at the nightclub.

Who gave him the wine

He pursed his lips slightly. How could those people possibly not know what Fu Snian was like To abet him, they couldn't be good people either.

The cold leather of the military officer's belt slammed into him.

"As soon as Young Master Ning Si appeared on stage, I knew I had to do this."

He gently lifted his hand, pulling the young actor closer to him. Then he grasped his slender arm and kissed it.

All the things on that table were scattered about.

The actor could only be pressed at the top, with their beautiful eye corners seeming to redden slightly.

The general lowered his gaze, a glimpse of inky blue eyes appearing.

The air was cold and indifferent.

“Young Master Ning, I really want to defile you.”Ji Huai, after hearing this, seemed surprised that apples could have such an effect: "Really Ning Ge, will you still be excreting impurities these days after eating the apple"Ning Shu nodded and whisp...