When the Female Protagonist Travels To the Male Frequency Text

    "What did you just say? A spy from Xiyuan turned himself in?"

    Jiang Feng asked in disbelief, and the little official standing below was also confused, but the news he got was true.

    " It was said by the shopkeeper Fang of Wanli Theater. He went to the theater in Baiyun City today. There was a Dan Jiaoer named Qinglian in the theater. He was a slave bought from Xiyuan. The shopkeeper Fang was alone. I called him because I wanted to ask him if he wanted to come to Wanli City to learn opera, but the man himself said that he was a spy from Xiyuan and wanted to report something to the princess."

    The little official said, the more he talked, the more guilty he felt.

    Xiyuan Dongxia's spies, most of them are loyal to the country, or they are dead brains, have been brainwashed, and wholeheartedly work for Xiyuan or Dongxia.

    "Did he ask to see anyone? Like me, or the sun?" Jiang Feng thought there was a fraud, and if something went wrong, there would be a demon.

    Little official shook his head, "No, he only has one request, he wants to be an ordinary commoner of Dongxia."

    To be a commoner of the Eastern Xia, gamble with one's own life? Jiang Feng frowned for unknown reasons. She couldn't understand the other party's thoughts, she didn't know the other party's experience, and she couldn't know what the other party was thinking.

    Being puzzled, I can only put the matter on hold for the time being.

    "Send a copy of the official document to Princess Qingchuan, please let her order someone to check it carefully." The intelligence is still in Jiang Tao's hands, Jiang Feng wants to know more, she plans to wait for Jiang Tao After checking it out, report the matter to Jiang You. "As for the meticulous work, let's lock him in Baiyun City first. Where he was originally, he will be locked where he is, and don't let anyone notice the difference."

    The clerk bowed and said yes, copied an official document, and sent it to Jiang Tao.

    In Baiyun City, deep in the theater.

    Originally, the theater had no name, but it became famous and became the best theater in Baiyun City. It was named Yaoyuan by the King of Xiping, and it was obtained after the name of the Yaochi in the sky.

    Now that the King of Xiping is dead, the owner of the garden doesn't dare to use the name he originally chose. It is simply called the Baiyun Theater compared to the Wanli Theater in Wanli City.

    "Qinglian, the shopkeeper of Wanli City said that he wanted to take me to Wanli City. He also looked for you alone two days ago. Are you going?" On the table inside, he was a little tired. The news of his being selected yesterday spread throughout the theater, and many people chatted around him, and only left one after another late at night.

    When he got up early to practice the exercises, he couldn't keep his eyes open and was almost scolded by the owner of the garden.

    In the past, his performance was not good, and the leather whip on the waist of the garden owner fell early. Just because he was about to reach Wanli City, the garden owner spared him. Wanting to understand what the owner of the garden was afraid of, Shen Song looked forward to Wanli City even more.

    "No." Qinglian sat opposite Shensong, looking down at his hands, those hands were as tender and tender as those of juveniles, with long knuckles, which were more beautiful than the hands of ordinary women.

    On weekdays, these hands can write beautiful words and pinch the most beautiful gestures, but now these hands cannot give the owner a freedom.

    The shopkeeper of Wanli City has already started to choose other people. This morning, the owner of the park told him that he couldn't walk out of the theater, otherwise he would be responsible for the consequences.

    His surrender, his wishful exchange, did not get the pity of the high princesses in Wanli City.

    "Why don't you go? Wanli City is very warm. If you go, you can spend the winter in Wanli City, so that you won't get frostbite on your hands."

    They grew up in the theater since they were children. They also have to do laundry and cook by themselves in winter. Most of them have suffered from problems since childhood. Chilblains have been born for a year, and have been born every year since then. They are often painful and itchy. No ointment is used. There is life.

    If Qinglian hadn't been able to sing in recent years, it might have been more painful.

    The winter in Baiyun City is too cold for them who grow up in the south. If it snows, after a night, there will always be frozen bones on the street. Last year, the theater also froze to death a few newly bought slaves.

    Don't look at Qinglian who doesn't like to talk to people on weekdays, but in fact he has a very good temperament. Shen Song and Qinglian have known each other for five or six years, and he is very aware of Qinglian's temperament. If Qinglian drives people out, it means that he doesn't want to talk anymore.

    Samsong knew that if he stayed, Qinglian would be angry. San Song always felt that something was wrong, but he left anyway.

    As soon as he left, the owner of the garden came.

    The owner of the garden is a man in his thirties. He is very fat. He looks like he wants to make a steamed bun, and when he smiles, he thinks of a good person, but he does not know how many children died.

    Seeing Qinglian, the owner of the garden closed the smile. He thought that Qinglian was his cash cow, but he did not expect it to be his life reminder.

    Xi Yuan's spy, this identity is not revealed sooner or later, but after the people from Wanli Theater came, Qinglian was exposed, thinking of the soldiers dressed as ordinary people outside the courtyard, the owner of the park The fire in my heart is not going anywhere.

    But he didn't dare to send messages to anyone. In the past few days, Mr. Fang has to pretend to be his grandson.

    "You're so nice, great." The owner of the garden sat where the ginseng sat just now, pulled the tea that the ginseng drank to one side, and poured a cup himself, "So For many years, I have raised you as my own son, and I hope that you will be famous for singing and make my Baiyun Theater shine. I didn't expect that I am a tiger!"

    Qinglian didn't bother to lift her eyelids when she heard this.

    My son? The son who beats or scolds? Qinglian still remembers how the frostbite on his hand came about.

    Because his throat shivered from the cold during winter training, the owner of the garden let him wash his clothes for a day. He was nine years old and the water in the well was biting cold, even in the sun He didn't feel any warmth at all.

    If it wasn't for the fact that he spent too much money on buying him, and if it wasn't for his good voice and good looks, he would have been burned to death by a high fever like those "brothers" that winter. Then wrapped in a straw mat and thrown outside, right?

    "Baiyun Theater? The owner of the park is still 'according to the situation' as always. After using the name for more than ten years, he changed it when he said it." His disgust and disdain, "The owner of the garden is here to ask me to have a good word with the shopkeeper, and will he take you to Wanli City? Where is Wanli City, are you worthy to go?"

    The corner of the garden owner's eyes twitched unnaturally. He was used to Qinglian's obedience to him. Now, when he heard the disgust in Qinglian's words, he only felt anger in his heart.

    It's just a little actor, now it's a meticulous work, or a meticulous work of Xi Yuan, why do you hate him?

    "Do you know that the princesses of Wanli City don't believe you, they ordered you to be placed under house arrest, and they called soldiers to watch you, they want to get more information from you, it is best if they can Kill all you damned Xiyuan people! You don't want to help me, hate me, and do you want to listen to me? Qinglian, don't forget, he is from Xiyuan just like you!"

    "You are talking nonsense!" Qing Lian raised his head sharply, his eyes glowing with dim light, staring at the owner of the garden like a hungry wolf, wishing to go up and bite, tearing the other party into mud , "Shen Song is obviously from Dongxia, and he was stolen from Chang'an by you!"

    "Oh! You are the best friend with him on weekdays, and on the contract of sale of Shensong, it is clearly written that he is the same as you, and I bought it from Lao She." The Lord smiled, his smile was like a poisonous snake, hissing and hissing, "Old She only recognizes money but not people. If you give enough money, Shensong will go out with you."

    "You think about it, if you don't listen to me, Shensong will be like you. Princess Jiaoyang is not a good person. She came to fight Baiyun City and asked Zhou Ling to go to other cities. She took the tiger talisman order. One million troops from the Northwest Army took down Baiyun City within three days. I heard that the blood in Baiyun City was like a river, and not a single person in the palace of Xiping escaped, and they were all killed by Zhou Ling's troops." Speaking of Princess Jiaoyang, her voice trembled involuntarily.

    He went to see the Xiping palace. In the past, the princess of Xiping loved to watch the Yaoyuan drama, and he could be regarded as a frequent visitor to the Xiping palace. The once splendid and lively Xiping Palace is now extremely depressed, and before you get close, you can smell the **** smell in the Xiping Palace.

    It has been half a month since the attack on Baiyun City, and the smell of blood has not dissipated. No one knows how many people died that day.

    "The King of Xiping is her uncle, and there are her cousins ​​and sisters in the Wang Fu, and she has not spared any of them, even the baby who is babbling, has not been able to escape the disaster She is killing chickens to warn the monkeys, so as to tell the world that whoever dares to rebel will end up like this. You are from Xiyuan, and Xiyuan and our Dongxia have a **** feud, how could she let you go easily?"

    Listening to the owner's words, Qinglian's face became paler and paler.

    He just returned to Baiyun City, and the battle between Baiyun City and Wanli City only heard a general idea, but he did not know the details. He thought that with the information of Xiyuan, he could be replaced by a free body.

    In the end, he was too young and thought too simple.

    The uncle of the rebellion of the same clan, the brothers and sisters of the clan, kill him if he wants to.

      Even moved by what he said, he smiled with satisfaction.

    What if it's a vid? Qinglian is not only a fine work of Xiyuan, but also a little actor who grew up under him, and he can still handle it at will!

    When he was young, he had parents and a family. He was carefree every day and didn't have to think about anything.

    He didn't want to, but he had to because he was afraid of death.

    I thought that with the blessing of Princess Jiaoyang, he might be able to escape and live a life freely.

    Why does the owner have to go to Wanli City? After the owner of the garden told She Lao, Qinglian understood.

    The owner of this garden is also from Xiyuan, because She is always arranged by Xiyuan, otherwise how could She transport the beautiful Qinglian all the way to Baiyun City? Obviously in the south, such a beautiful young boy can sell for a higher price.

    Is there really no escape?