Shocked! The salty concubine was spoiled by the cold prince

Chapter 109 Chi Ziche

On the stage, the characters perform to their heart's content.

The audience cheered and praised the play continuously. The play was called "Wushan Love".

Gu Jiaorong no longer had the excitement and novelty of entering the opera world for the first time, but lowered her eyes in thought.

This play is indeed a new adaptation, and the story is different from previous ones. It is not about loyalty, filial piety and righteousness, but about love between men and women.

The plot is bold and novel, and is naturally out of tune with this era. It is somewhat like the plot of a novel she had read in her previous life.

"Does Rong'er not like this play?"

Pei Xu was also not interested in listening to opera. If it were not for taking Gu Jiaorong to relax, he would not have gone to the theater.

Gu Jiaorong shook her head and smiled dignifiedly.

"This play is very good, but I am a little tired."

She didn't want another time traveler to appear in this world, even if he was a harmless person.

After all, every link in the world is important. If a person who shouldn't be there appears and does something that shouldn't be done, the direction of the world will change.

She didn't reveal her identity in order to protect herself and also because she didn't want to be the butterfly flapping its wings.

Gu Jiaorong knows what kind of person she is and she cannot bear the burden of changing the world.

"If you're tired, don't listen. I'll take you back."

Pei Xu didn't care what others thought of him. As long as he was not in the palace, no one could stop him from doing whatever he wanted.

Gu Jiaorong refused. There seemed to be a trace of sadness in her eyes, but her face was full of expectation.

"Your Majesty, I would like to meet the person who wrote this opera."

She had to judge whether there were other hidden and better traversers in this world.

After all, she already has two people who have traveled through time and space, and one who has been reborn, so one more is not too many.

And one of those two died, and the other...

Even if he didn't die, judging from Pei Xu's reaction, he should have left this world.

Gu Jiaorong didn’t know how this world maintained its balance. If there really were so many time travelers, then did this world really exist?

She didn't want to fall into the wrong perception, so she wanted to verify it.

Living is her purpose, but it can never be the only purpose.

Pei Xu didn't think this was a big deal, so naturally he had no reason to refuse.

"Okay, I'll send Fu'an to invite him."

He didn't ask too much about the reason. After all, Gu Jiaorong had her reasons for not saying anything.

With Pei Xu's words, Gu Jiaorong felt relieved.

She also guessed that if this person really came from another time, he should be a liberal arts student who couldn't do any chemical reactions, nor could he seek support by using the gunpowder manufacturing method like Shen Zhaohua.

The writer of the play must not be in the opera world. If Gu Jiaorong wants to see him, she will have to wait for a while.

Pei Xu played with her slender jade fingers, leaning against the carved wooden chair, looking cynical and romantic.

Gu Jiaorong, however, rarely felt a sense of anticipation. This anticipation was not the anticipation of meeting her fellow villager, but the desire to explore the secret.

If this Mr. Xiwen is really a time traveler, then he is hiding very well.

If Gu Jiaorong had not looked through all the major websites, she would not have thought there was anything wrong with the play. After all, she was not a native and had never heard of any plays from this era.

"Your Majesty, can Fu'an be invited?"

Gu Jiaorong didn't know whether this suspected time traveler was a man or a woman, nor did she know how the other party came here or whether they had a purpose.

Pei Xu still looked nonchalant, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Don't worry, Rong'er. I will let you see whoever you want to see, no matter what. Besides, this is the capital, it's easy to find someone."

This person is not good at hiding, but his presence is too weak.

Gu Jiaorong suddenly had such an idea.

Just like her, coming to this strange world, hurriedly hiding secrets that cannot be told.

Even so, she did not give up the idea of meeting this person.

She curled her lips and smiled, her voice becoming softer and more obedient.

"Your Highness, I feel relieved when you say this."

Gu Jiaorong set her eyes on the stage. In ancient times, there was a clear distinction between the upper and lower classes. Actors were considered the lowest class with a very low social status. Those who wrote plays, if they were not interested in it, were either scholars without family background and who could not pass the imperial examinations, and relied on writing to support their families.

So, what is the reason for this suspected time traveler?

"Wushan Love" was almost finished when Fu'an arrived. He was a tall scholar with a pale complexion, looking frail and fragile. When he saw Gu Jiaorong, a flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly lowered his head, not daring to glance around, as if afraid of offending the distinguished guest. He looked like he had lived a rather ordinary life. His coarse clothes were washed a bit white, and his cuffs were frayed. The scholar's edges and arrogance must have been smoothed away.

"You were surprised to see me."

Gu Jiaorong's tone was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry. It was like she was chatting with an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

"I am of humble origin, barely making a living by writing a few words for others. I am fortunate to have the rare honor of meeting you today, and I am surprised to see you so brilliant."

The man's answer was flawless, and even had a hint of flattery.

If others saw this, they would only say: This fawning look is really embarrassing for scholars. The pride of scholars has been thrown away by him and fed to the dogs on the roadside.

"Raise your head." Gu Jiaorong's voice was lazy, but the command was clear, just like the attitude of other people of noble birth. "What's your name?"

Her eyes were as sharp as a sword as she carefully looked at the person below her.

The person in front of her didn't have any trace of a modern person, unlike her. When she first came here, she was full of loopholes. Fortunately, she only had the naive Yue Yan by her side, so it was easy to fool her.

"In reply to your Excellency's words, I am Chi Ziche."

Chi Ziche answered tremblingly. He didn't dare to look up at Gu Jiaorong. After all, Prince Su beside her was not someone to be trifled with.

He performs one play every year and meets six people every month. The woman in front of him is the 39th person he has met this year.

Gu Jiaorong nodded casually, "Don't be so nervous. I invited you here today because I thought this play was interesting, and that's why I wanted to meet the person who wrote it."

Her answer was the same as that of the previous thirty-eight people. Chi Ziche lowered her eyes and responded.

"Thank you for the trip."

The conversation ended here, and Chi Ziche left with the reward.

Gu Jiaorong's behavior was normal, and no one could tell that she had other intentions.

Pei Xu didn't say a word during this period. It's not that he was stupid, but he was willing to trust Gu Jiaorong and had the patience to wait for her to speak.

Although such thoughts were not obvious, Gu Jiaorong could see it.

Gu Jiaorong held the teacup and brought it to Pei Xu's lips.

"Your Highness, why don't you ask me why I want to see this person?"

Her voice was so sweet that it sounded like she was acting coquettishly, even though she didn't mean it that way.

Pei Xu held her hand and stopped her from bringing the teacup to her mouth.

"Rong'er, do you want me to ask?"

His deep eyes were fixed on Gu Jiaorong, leaving her nowhere to hide.

Fortunately, Gu Jiaorong had no intention of avoiding him. She just looked at him with the corners of her lips slightly raised.