How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Chapter 118

There was a bonfire party that evening, where everyone gathered around the fire, drinking and eating wild game. Xia Chu and Xu Shiqing were drugged by a drug that was harmless, but still somewhat dulled their minds. They only went for a short walk and then returned. At Bai Wuxia's insistence, Xia Chu moved into her room.

The next morning, they prepared to leave. Before leaving, Zhang Xin said he wanted to go and say goodbye to He Suowei, and asked everyone to go with him.

"Why?" Bai Wuxia now felt disgusted when she heard that name.

Xu Shiqing looked at Zhang Xin suspiciously, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. "Let's go, I want to go and see."

Zhang Xin chuckled and led everyone to He Suo's room and knocked on the door.

"Get out!" A very violent voice came from inside the house.

Zhang Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Mr. He seems to be very unwelcoming to me?"

"Brother Zhang?" He Suowei seemed to walk behind the door, but did not open it. "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well and can't open the door to welcome you, Brother Zhang."

"I'm here to say goodbye to Mr. He, and I have something else to discuss." Zhang Xin said.

He Suowei took a look at himself in the mirror and said through gritted teeth, "Next time, I'll host a banquet to apologize to Brother Zhang."

Zhang Xin seemed determined to see He Suowei. "If I don't tell you today, I'm afraid I'll forget about it in a few days. Please find some time to meet me, Mr. He."

He Suowei was still making excuses, Xu Shiqing's eyes were curved with laughter, and the others were completely confused.

After a while of wasting time at the door, Zhang Xin grew annoyed and threatened, "Master He, are you really not going to show me the honor?"

He Suowei's facial muscles were tense. He opened the door and was about to put on a smile when he saw a group of people outside. He almost couldn't help cursing.

"Oh, what happened to Master He?" Xu Shiqing had guessed it long ago. Seeing He Suowei's wonderful face, he couldn't help but smile. He used all his strength to restrain himself from laughing too wildly. "Who did this? How dare they hit our Master He?"

Xia Chu lowered her head to hide the smile on her lips. He Suowei didn't know who had beaten her. Her nose and face were swollen, and one of her eyes was bruised like a panda's, with a large bruise.

It's so satisfying.

"Brother Zhang, what's the important matter?" He practically gritted his teeth as he uttered the last four words. He had been enjoying himself with the maid he had brought with him last night when he was suddenly knocked unconscious and then beaten awake in agony. Unfortunately, with a black cloth over their heads, it was impossible to tell who it was. He had originally suspected Zhang Zhou, but now he was almost certain it was Zhang Xin.

He beat someone up and brought others to watch the fun. Fine, fine, you are the son of the prefect, I dare not touch you. He looked at the others one by one, and he must get back today's shame.

Li Yun and Mo Qingmei turned and walked away the moment they saw He Suowei. They also dragged away Lin Lang, who was trying not to laugh. They couldn't afford to offend He Suowei.

Xia Chu had a lot of lice but was not afraid of the itchiness. She and He Suowei were already enemies, so she had no scruples.

"Mr. He is injured like this, let's talk about it next time." Zhang Xin said lightly, "Goodbye."

Not long after they walked, Xu Shiqing burst into laughter. As for how he had smashed the entire room, no one cared.

"Brother, I won't be coming out anymore." Xia Chu stroked Da'an's fluffy fur, her tone somewhat frustrated. She had thought that at least she wouldn't be caught if she brought Da'an and Da'an with her, but who could have imagined that they'd used a despicable incense. She shouldn't have underestimated people's shamelessness, and she shouldn't have relied on luck.

"Well, I have completely offended He Suowei this time. I will stay away from him in the future." Zhang Zhou nodded.

"What will happen to second brother in the future? You are still in the same academy." Xia Chu said worriedly.

"The academy has a teacher and a principal. He's wary of me, but he can't do anything to me." He no longer cared about verbal humiliation or slander. Having a few close friends was enough. As for his experiences, he never told his family, not wanting to worry about them.

"Yeah." Xia Chu believed it and felt relieved.

After the two returned home, they didn't say a word about what happened today, but only talked about the happy things during hunting.

Dong Xiaohuan didn't suspect anything and took the wild animals she brought back to the store.

Although she no longer responded to He Suoyin's invitations, Xia Chu would visit a few friends' homes from time to time.

She is now quite skilled in riding horses, and once An and An arrive at the stables, they can move around freely without anyone having to worry about them.

She was invited to visit Lin Lang's studio, which contained almost all kinds of paintings, including landscapes, figures, scenes of their gatherings, and good-looking passers-by.

There was also Li Yun's library, with its overflowing shelves, which was quite impressive. This was just one family's collection. Unfortunately, Xia Chu didn't like reading much; the classical Chinese was too difficult for her to understand.

In Mo Qingmei's home, she has all the musical instruments on the market, but her favorite is the flute. She only has a basic understanding of the others.

The girls were all of similar age, and except for Bai Wuxia, all of them were already engaged. Bai Wuxia was reluctant to discuss marriage too soon, as her father doted on her and said that she could remain unmarried for the rest of her life.

That day, Lin Lang invited others to go out and listen to a play, saying that a very famous opera troupe had recently arrived.

Several people arrived at the theater. Lin Lang had already booked a room on the second floor by the window, from which they could clearly see the stage below.

Lin Lang grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and explained, "I heard the prefect specially invited the Qingyu Troupe to perform for the old lady at home. Many people are lining up. After listening to it today, I wonder how long it will take before the next performance opens in the theater."

"The Qingyu Troupe just came all the way from the capital, so they should have some skills." Li Yun flipped through the folder to see today's repertoire.

"What plays are there? Is there a selection of generals from the Lin Mansion?" Bai Wuxia was only interested in some martial arts plays, and she found those love plays too lengthy.

"Yes, the third one is it." Li Yun said.

"What's the first one?" Mo Qingmei asked.

"Meng Nu asked her husband." Li Yun closed the playbook. "Only three plays."

Xia Chu didn't understand the content of these songs, as he had never heard or seen them before, but they seemed familiar to everyone else.

They arrived early, and after they settled in, only half of the people downstairs were seated. After a pot of tea, the theater slowly filled up.

The owner of the Qingyu troupe is a middle-aged man. There is something charming in his gestures. Although he speaks in a dignified tone, his voice is very pleasant, with the modern popular gentleman's tone.

"It's said that when the owner of the Qingyu Troupe was young, many noble ladies flocked to him and spent huge sums of money on him." Lin Lang said as he looked out the window, "He had a good voice."

"Not manly at all." Bai Wuxia took a look and commented.

"How many men in the opera world are truly manly?" Mo Qingmei seemed to have some disdain in his words.

The other three remained silent. Xia Chu, bewildered, wondered if there was some kind of story behind this. She imagined a few stories of men abandoning their wives and children to keep an actress, favoring their wives over their concubines. But then she remembered that Mo Qingmei was her good friend and shouldn't speculate, so she stopped her wandering thoughts.

After the troupe owner expressed his gratitude, the first act of the play began. As the lingering music began to play, the audience gradually quieted down, and everyone's eyes turned to the stage.