MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 37

Meng Huan's good mood came to an abrupt end when he heard about the actor's affair.

Meng Huan was writing in the pavilion, when he heard that someone threw himself into the river, he hurried to find out why.

So that's what happened—

The actors in this troupe are too young, and there are too many people together, so they are prone to conflicts. However, two of the young actresses were caught cheating and they reported it.

In the yard, the whip was whipped on Xiao Lingguan's back, blood splattered in strips.

The kneeling Lingguan was about seventeen years old, and had an affair with a sixteen-year-old Xiao Huadan. Now one was fished out after jumping into the lake, and the other was kneeling on the ground, with bloodstains all over her back.

Meng Huan was terrified and asked, "What happened to them?"

The Ling Guan said: "The two of them were not there when they were practicing. They hid in the wing room and kissed secretly."

"..."

Meng Huan, an old critic of the 21st century, was shocked: "Just kiss?"

Why kiss, these two people seem to be beaten to death?

Lingguan was surprised by the word "just".

The master of the Liyuan troupe was so angry that the Ling Guan secretly said: "That little Huadan sings well in opera, and she is also beautiful. If you keep your body clean, you can give it to the dignitaries in the future. Maybe you can take it as a concubine and soar into the sky." , and the other actor is a veteran singer, without a chance to flourish, he is not worthy of this little Huadan at all."

Meng Huan understood.

If Xiaohuadan climbs high branches in the future, Master Liyuan will get a sum of money.

But if Xiao Huadan fell in love, her body would be ruined first, and in this era when dignitaries like virgins, they would be worthless.

Frowning by these thoughts, Meng Huan looked at the boy kneeling in the yard again.

The young man's expression was unyielding, he turned his head to look at Hua Dan lying beside him with pity in his eyes, Xiao Hua Dan's face was pale and tears flowed unceasingly.

An inexplicable emotion spread in his heart.

Meng Huan muttered to himself, "Do they have to die?"

A male voice sounded behind him: "Wangfei wants to spare them?"

Meng Huan turned around and saw Cui Han dressed in silk.

This time he didn't paint his face, but he looked handsome, but his eyes were blue, and he looked like he was indulging in wine and sex.

Meng Huan pursed his lips tightly: "I don't think the crime is so serious."

He said casually, but unexpectedly, Cui Han was very enthusiastic, and said in a high voice: "Okay, this junior will help the princess to intercede."

He strode to the middle of the courtyard, snatched the master's whip and threw it on the ground, and asked, "What are you beating? Why do you beat and kill if you disagree?"

He frowned and was very dissatisfied: "The two of them are not young, and they are not at the age where they can't tell right from wrong. If you want to be together, you won't cause any trouble. Just talk about it. It's really killing and maiming. You teach these ten Wouldn't the next year be in vain?"

The master said heavily: "Oh! Young Master, you don't know—"

"What don't you know, you raised these children just to earn money for you?" Cui Han clapped his hands, and the servant behind him took out a piece of gold, "Stop beating, just talk about it, if it's impossible, let them redeem you." Get married and get married, once and for all."

The master held the gold with a complex expression.

He disciplined his disciples, even if he was beaten to death, no one could cure him, but he did not expect the bodhisattva to appear holy today.

...But this Cui Han, in my impression, is not a good young man to get along with?

But when he saw Cui Han's posture of fighting against injustice, although he couldn't figure out what kind of game the young master was playing, he still had good eyesight and said, "Thank you young master for them both."

And then: "Take him back and pay attention to the wound on his back."

Several young actresses stepped forward, lifted the kneeling young man, and walked into the yard.

These two lives were saved, and Meng Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his head to look at Cui Han, his first impression of him was not good, but now he has changed slightly.

Cui Han cupped his hands, feeling complacent: "Princess, how are you?"

Meng Huan: "Very good."

Cui Han smiled, thick-skinned: "The junior saved the life of the princess, does the princess owe the junior a favor?"

"...?"

Meng Huan, "What?"

Taking advantage of the fire, right?

"The junior has no other intentions. I just want the princess to treat the junior to a cup of tea, hahahahaha."

"..."

From the looks of it, this person seems to really want to make friends with himself. Meng Huan wasn't quite sure about his purpose, so after thinking about it, he nodded, "All right."

The place to drink tea is in the gazebo, and the servants fanned and put some sugar cakes and rice crisps on the table.

Meng Huan originally wanted to drink a bowl of tea with him and ran away, unexpectedly, Cui Han didn't take a sip of tea, but instead slapped the stone surface with his fingertips, his voice was mellow, triumphant, and quite coquettish, as if he was singing some kind of song.

It's a kind of sad tune, maybe he sang it casually, but it's not like, because every sentence is sung clearly, and the words are clearly pronounced, as if deliberately attracting attention.

Sing it once, and sing it a second time.

Meng Huan finally realized that he seemed to be waiting for himself to ask, so he could only ask, "What are you singing?"

Cui Han laughed, "This junior has been in the Liyuan since he was a child, and he has been very romantic. Now he sings a little tune taught by a master before. The name is "Resolving Father's Injustice."

Meng Huan let out a sigh, drank tea, and didn't have much reaction.

— He doesn't know much about opera.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Cui Han pursed his lips and said with an agitated tone, "Princess, there is another story in this song."

"Yeah, tell me."

"It's about a woman whose father was framed by corrupt officials. The woman sued all the way from the county to the state capital, then to the capital, and finally stopped His Majesty's horse to sue the imperial court. Finally, she cleared her father's grievances."

Cui Han stared at Meng Huan with narrow eyes, searching, as if waiting for Meng Huan's reaction.

He had already made it very clear that if Meng Huan wanted to, he would think of his father.

Meng Huan, who was in front of him, took a sip of tea and was scalded. He put down his teacup and made a casual comment.

"So touching."

Cui Han: "..."

Cui Han took a deep breath, suppressed the heat in his chest, and spoke more clearly: "Didn't the princess think of anything? Solve my father's grievances, or something like that?"

"..."

After saying this, Meng Huan turned his head, opened his eyes slightly, and looked at him in surprise.

Cui Han finally smiled wearily: "Princess, this junior is abrupt."