Chapter 1782 Slowly Falling in Love with You 31

Chengling stared blankly at the young man kneeling in front of her, the previous anger was gone in her eyes, only confusion remained.

She blinked her eyes in a daze, and slowly bent down. She looked at the shivering boy kneeling at his feet. He seemed really scared.

But Chengling still didn't believe it, she bit her lips and ordered: "You look up!"

Ayan didn't move at all, as if he was stuck, the troupe master hit Ayan with a stick again when he saw this, and wanted to hit him again, but was gouged out by Chengling's eyes, and immediately threw the stick in his hand , can only reprimand Ayan aloud.

And Ayan clutched her fingers tightly in pain, finally reacted slowly, and raised her head to look at her in pain.

Chengling looked at his face.

Isn't he... Li Yu?

Except that he looks like Li Yu, but...his expression, including every move, is not Li Yu.

Could it be... did I really admit the wrong person?

Chengling stared at him for a long while, and finally slowly looked away, stood up and stood up.

"His Royal Highness...you..."

"I found the wrong person." After finishing speaking, Cheng Ling turned around and left.

Did not look back.

Chengling left the Haitang Theater and walked down the street in a daze, thinking repeatedly that it was Ayan... no, it was Li Yu's face that appeared.

She couldn't pretend nothing had happened.

This night, Chengling was destined not to be able to sleep.

She dreamed of the day when Li Yu assassinated her father, dreamed of the words he said to her expressionless in the cell, and then woke up again.

The pain in the heart is very painful, and I can't find a place to release it.

The next day, Chengling asked the people in her palace to go to the Haitang Theater to investigate the background of the person named Ayan. Not long after, the subordinates came to the academy and told her that Ayan was sold to Haitang by his adoptive father. In the theatre, the theater troupe saw that he was stupid and dumb, so he was originally bought to be a coolie for the theater troupe, and it was by chance that A Yan was dumb, but he played the piano well, so whenever there is a need to play the piano, A Yan will be allowed to take the stage.

When Chengling heard such an answer, she couldn't tell if she should breathe a sigh of relief or be more disappointed.

Very contradictory feelings ups and downs in my heart, unpredictable.

So, even taking her to spend the whole day in the academy absent-mindedly, after class, Chengling returned to her palace, had dinner without taste, and couldn't help but go out by herself.

By the time Chengling realized where she was, she had already arrived at the Haitang Theater.

Cheng Ling felt nervous when she sat down.

She herself didn't know how to describe the tension, it seemed that she was afraid of seeing that person and wanted to see him.

Even if he wasn't Li Yu, even if he just looked like Li Yu.

But this time, until the end of the curtain call, Chengling did not see Ayan appear.

Chengling hesitated outside the theater for a long time, but in the end she didn't go backstage to find someone.

Why do you have to look for him, why do you have to see him?

There is no need for this.

Chengling calmed down and told herself this.

She finally left.

The street was very bustling, and Cheng Ling walked back absent-mindedly, just by chance, she was walking, when suddenly she glanced out of the corner of her eye, and saw a familiar figure walking out of a medical clinic, holding a pinch in his hand. Got crumpled paper and packets of medicine.

When A Yan walked down the steps, she looked up and saw her, walked up to her without a word and knelt down.

It seems that he is still undecided about what happened last night.

Chengling was also taken aback for a moment, bit her lip and said in a low voice, "Get up, I didn't make you kneel."

A Yan heard her words, and then slowly got up from the ground.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Chengling asked.

A Yan seemed to hesitate for a while, lowered her head and honestly showed her what she was holding.

Chengling took the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, spread it out to read, it was written on the name of the ointment for bruises, Chengling remembered the sticks that the troupe master beat him last night, and couldn't help frowning and asked: "That troupe master hurt you?"

Ayan lowered her head and shook her head dully.

Chengling frowned, and wanted to say something, but soon realized that it was not appropriate for her, and finally bit her lips tightly, and returned the paper to him without saying anything.

Ayan reached out to take the paper, waited for a while, and made sure that Chengling didn't want to ask him any more questions, then turned around and left silently.

And Chengling looked at his leaving figure, feeling pain in her heart again and again.

She had tried very hard to tell herself soberly that this person was called A Yan, not Li Yu, but when she looked at his figure like this, she still couldn't help thinking of him.

How useless.

Hate and miss.

The next day, after class, Chengling took the good ointment and went to the Haitang Theater again. The purpose of Chengling's visit this time was also very simple. After all, she was beaten because of her. She wouldn't sit idly by, so she came here with ointment, hoping that he would heal soon.

And this time when Shengling just arrived at the backstage door of the courtyard, the guards didn't stop her like last time, instead they respectfully invited her in.

The troupe master didn't expect Princess Chengling to come again, so he was overwhelmed with surprise for a while, and came over to greet her repeatedly.

Chengling looked around the backstage, and asked directly: "Where is... Ayan?"

The theater troupe leader was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized what had happened, and replied, "Ayan is getting ready to go on stage, does the princess need him? Or I'll call Ayan here!"

"No, there's no need." Chengling coughed, then retracted her eyes uncomfortably and said, "I'll wait for him outside."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Ling walked out.

As soon as Cheng Ling left, several people in the background who were wearing makeup surrounded her, very curious.

"Master, why do you think Princess Chengling is so interested in Ayan all of a sudden?"

"Your Highness the Princess, don't you think that idiot has fallen in love with you?"

"Tsk, if you ask me, this princess's eyesight is really bad. Who is not good in her eyes, but a dumb fool... A Yan is good-looking, but she is still a fool."

The troupe owner narrowed his eyes and said, "Shut up, do you want to go on stage later?"

As soon as the troupe master spoke, these people had no choice but to go back to each other, but the troupe master already had a plan in mind at this time.

Chengling is no ordinary princess, she is the beloved daughter of the current emperor, Princess Chengling who is loved by thousands of people...

Regardless of whether she is just interested in A Yan or not, it is a good thing.

So, as soon as Ayan came down from the stage with the qin in his arms, the troupe master pulled Ayan over, put the qin in his hand aside, and said to him very seriously: "Ayan, listen carefully." Okay, Princess Sheng is waiting for you outside now, you go out to see her later, remember, no matter what the princess asks you to do, you must obey her obediently, and you must please the princess, do you hear me?"

He said a lot at once, and Ah Yan didn't know if he listened to it, but he still looked at the troupe master with an expressionless expression.

Seeing that he was still so dull, the troupe master kicked him again angrily, "Did you hear that?"

A Yan was kicked in pain, she lowered her head and nodded.

The theatrical troupe master tore off his costume, "Why don't you hurry up and change!?"

Ayan shrank her neck and nodded, went to change into her own clothes, removed her makeup, and then went out to meet that Princess Chengling.