Chapter 247
Chapter 247
Qingu gave Qiao Zhenyuan three days to get used to it, because he was born in an opera and needed to play different people, so from the body to the voice, he quickly imitated it perfectly.
Of course, everyone has different personalities and different ways of doing things. It is still difficult to deceive the people who are closest to the original prince.
Fortunately, this prince is not particularly close.
Let Qiao Zhenyuan have time to change slowly, and then gradually transition to his own style, this is a later story.
Let's say that after the "Wang Concubine" and "Prince" "reconciled", they finally calmed down and stopped torturing the people in the mansion. But he fell in love with listening to opera, went to the Tingyuan opera troupe, and called those opera singers to Anyue's small courtyard, saying that he wanted them to come and sing opera for him.
And the prince is sitting behind the screen... In fact, this is a bit different from the previous habits, but regardless of his body shape or voice, he is the prince, so everyone is not suspicious.
This day was the same as usual, on the stage surrounded by curtains in the yard, the actors were performing hard, while the prince and princess were eating and flirting behind the screen, and coquettish voices could be heard from time to time.
Suddenly, a scream of "Ah—" came from the direction of the stage.
When the samurai was doing a backflip, he didn't know whether it was due to lack of strength or his outfit, so he blocked him, so his head hit the edge of the stage hard, bleeding profusely on the spot, and the personnel did not know.
On the spot, the prince ordered people to invite Imperial Physician Liao to come for diagnosis and treatment, and then ordered people not to move the martial artist, and surrounded him on the spot...
People were also a little confused by this sudden change, they obeyed the prince's order one by one.
When Imperial Physician Liao came, the martial artist was already dying, his head was injured, and he opened his mouth. He just shook his head and left with a sigh.
So the lord behind the screen sighed, ordered the martial artist to be buried richly, and then ordered a large sum of money to be given to Tingyuan Opera Troupe as a consolation.
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Qiao Zhenyuan watched Qingu kill the prince on the spot without hesitation, and his methods were clean and quick. This is definitely not the kind and somewhat weak Qianqian in the past.
When all the dust settled, Qiao Zhenyuan had already wiped off the plasma on his body, changed into the prince's clothes, and asked Qingu who was putting on makeup on his face: "You are not Qianqian, who are you?"
Qingu asked back: "Then who do you think I should be?"
Then he said in a tone of vicissitudes: "You feel that when a person has experienced life and death; you clearly feel that death is approaching and swallowing a little bit but you are completely powerless; when you know that the harm these people have inflicted on you is just They play a game; when you find that you have a chance to live again...do you really think that people can return to their former kindness and weakness?"
"No, you haven't been through that, so don't take it for granted that other people should do the same. If you think you should keep smiling sweetly even when they step us in the mud, then go ahead and don't Demanding that others should also fulfill your wishful thinking.”
Facing Qingu's aggressive rhetorical questions one after another, Qiao Zhenyuan was speechless.
He did have reasons to be skeptical...
However, he has never experienced such despair and helplessness. It is really unreasonable to rashly think that the other party's change is indifferent, cruel and ruthless.
The key is that the other party has been helping them all the time...but he doubted the other party's identity and motives, which is really chilling.
Qiao Zhenyuan stammered: "I'm sorry Qianqian, I didn't mean that, I just..."
Qingu said: "This world is a world where the powerful and the weak prey on the strong. They treat us as tools and livestock. Why should we look up to and respect them? I have even experienced death. What else is there to be afraid of? If you work hard, you may still be able to earn a free future, but if you don’t earn it, you will be trampled under their feet forever.”
The point is, as the slaves of these dignitaries, even if they sacrificed their lives for the dignitaries, the dignitaries would not have the slightest feeling for the slaves, and everything was taken for granted in their view.
Qiao Zhenyuan looked at Qingu steadfastly, with a strange face, a strange breath...
There is also the sharp and ruthless means displayed by the other party, even if it is a deadly killer supported by the rich and powerful, it is nothing more than that.
If it wasn't for the fact that everything the other party did was to help Tingyuan troupe and Jiajia, he would never have believed that the other party was Qianqian.
The other party was indeed implicated, and then placed in the dilapidated house for more than two months.
For more than two months, Zuoqiu Menlu ordered her to be placed in the firewood room to be bitten by snakes, insects, rats and ants, to fend for herself.
Maybe the past two months are really like what the other party said, she still has a clear consciousness, but she can't move.
They all know this, but they can't do anything about it... There are still several people in the theater troupe, and the only thing they can do is to connect to help.
Every time Jiajia sneaks in to give her ginseng soup, he is the one who stands by to give her a helping hand...
Qiao Zhenyuan thought, maybe, maybe, she really changed her temper because of the two months of near-death experience.
Anyway, now they are all in the same boat.
His current identity is the prince, but there are still many things to do in this huge palace. It is very difficult to truly become the prince.
He was most worried that if it was exposed, everyone in Tingyuan Opera Troupe would suffer.
Qiao Zhenyuan asked, "Then what should we do now?"
Qingu finished the final make-up on the opponent's face. Now it seems that as long as there are no major mistakes in words and actions, outsiders should not be able to see it.
Qingu responded casually: "What should I do? Of course I should continue."
From the time I made this plan, I never thought of giving up halfway.
She first mesmerized Zuoqiu Menlu with drugs, and then kept him immersed in fantasies...
So, in fact, Zuoqiu Menlu's body has basically been hollowed out in the past month or so.
Then he found someone who could replace him, Qingu decisively replaced him, Li Daitao froze under the watchful eyes of everyone, killed Zuoqiu Menlu, and threw him out of the mansion.
So now the Fuchu is not real but it is real... Now that we have reached this point, we will go all the way to the dark.
The point is, after getting along with Qiao Zhenyuan for the past few days, after Qiao Zhenyuan became a prince, Qingu could see a bit of eagerness on the other's face, and the eager ambition deep in his eyes.
Qingu doesn't think that princes and generals are born, and in his position, even a fool can be emperor if he puts on a royal robe.
It's just that no matter what kind of appearance it can be... Everyone likes it.
The people love the words of a wise ruler who loves the people like his son.
The traitor likes the words of the faint king.
The words of the useless puppet emperor, those who manipulate the puppet behind the scenes like...
Qingu said: "What to do, of course it is to be good to you as a prince. Could it be that you want to hand over everything you have obtained so hard?"
The princes and generals are kind to each other.
You are given a chance, it is up to you whether you can seize it or not.
Qiao Zhenyuan's eyes were burning with crazy light.
Qiao Zhenyuan practiced Zuoqiu Menlu's way of doing things even more hard, and then with the help of the princess Qingu, he gradually transformed into a less violent prince who even cared about the military training of the palace and the affairs of his family and country.