fynovel Chapter 133 There's something wrong with this play.
Chapter 133 There's something wrong with this play.
Du Long smiled, stopped, and turned to approach, saying, "We're here! This is the Qian family's property; it's quite large inside. Let's go in!"
Wang Yan watched without changing his expression as he greeted the charming and sexy hostess.
"Hey, Mr. Du, what a rare guest! It's been years since we last met. You're still as dashing as ever! And this young man is...?"
"Xiaoyu, you're still here? It's been years, but you're still as beautiful as ever! This is my nephew, Wang Erhuo!"
"Oh, young master Wang, welcome to our Huan Yan Lou restaurant. Would you prefer the VIP section in the front row, or a private room?"
"Yes, this is for the VIP area in the front row, and this is for you!" A low-grade Xuanjing was tossed from Dulong's sleeve and quickly caught by the hostess.
Wang Yan lowered his head slightly, a knowing smile appearing on his lips.
When watching a play, the front row is always the best.
The private rooms and such had good service, but you couldn't see clearly or hear things as vividly.
"This Uncle Du is quite down-to-earth."
Then the welcoming girl said happily, "Thank you, Master Du! Please come with me!"
Then Dulong transmitted his thoughts to him: "Little guy, have you been here before? Aren't you nervous at all?"
Wang Yan understood his meaning, but pretended not to understand, and smiled nonchalantly: "This is our sect's territory, why should I be afraid?"
"So, are the women here pretty?"
"Much worse than Lin's matchmaking service, just so-so!"
"Hmm, you have good taste."
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Shortly after, Wang Yan sat down with Du Long in the center of the second row below the stage.
After all, there were already guests seated in the very center of the first row, including someone Dulong recognized: "Brother Yuan, long time no see!"
"Oh, Brother Du, it's been years! Where have you been making your fortune?" The male guest had a ruddy complexion and looked to be around fifty years old. He wore a well-fitting brocade robe, but judging from his cultivation level, he was only at the Profound Breakthrough Realm.
"There's no need to get rich. If you're bored, cultivate. Once you break through, bring the younger generation out for a visit. Er Huo, this is Yuan Yizheng from the third branch of the Yuan family's direct line. You should call him Uncle Yuan!"
Wang Yan smiled inwardly and addressed him respectfully.
Slightly plump, Yuan Yi teased Du Long, "Your timing for coming out of seclusion is quite good! There's a new play going on, and even the young masters and ladies of the Zhu family have come out to their private boxes!"
Dulong suddenly realized, "I saw them rushing around on the street earlier; they were heading to see a play. What kind of play? A literary one?"
Yuan Yizheng deliberately kept everyone in suspense: "You'll see when you get there."
After a moment's thought, Wang Yan secretly activated "Eyes on All Sides, Ears on All Sides," and saw that all the private boxes on the stage were full.
I also noticed that in front of each box was a screen that could magnify every movement on the stage.
"High-definition screen display? I would love to, sitting in a private box like that, I can hear the sound live and watch the acting clearly."
At this point, other guests sat down around and behind them.
The servants promptly brought over seasonal fruits and snacks for the opera performance. Wang Yan asked Du Long for permission, grabbed a handful of roasted peanuts, and crunched one down. Hmm, the original flavor, quite fragrant.
When the grand performance began, the gong sounded, and the entire audience fell silent. Wang Yan also began to watch with great interest.
As he watched, Wang Yan's expression grew serious.
He looked at Dulong and saw that his uncle was watching with great interest, his right hand gently tapping a rhythm on the coffee table.
Wang Yan then solemnly sent a divine sense message: "Uncle-Master, you said earlier that the owner behind this theater is the Qian family? Was the opera troupe hired from outside, or trained by the Qian family?"
"So what if the Qian family raised you?" Dulong sensed something was off in his tone and immediately asked back.
Wang Yan then looked at the general playing a majestic role on the stage: "Our sect just experienced a siege by three families, holding out and not showing ourselves. Here we're showing a general commanding his army to attack the enemy's capital, all brave and exhilarating. What's the purpose of this?"
"Is this a sarcastic remark about Master Qin's cowardice, or is it that the Qian family is actually spies for those three sects?"
Dulong quickly turned around in surprise, still communicating telepathically: "Are you... overthinking this?"
"I really hope I'm being too sensitive." Wang Yan frowned slightly. "However, Qiu Jun and the Zhu family must know that our sect is surrounded by three sects."
Du Long hesitated for a moment, then nodded and sent a message: "I spoke with Qiu Jun alone this afternoon. When the formation was closed a few days ago, this place was indeed affected. There were strange movements of mystical beasts on both water and land routes. The wealthy families in this city have all come to the camp to inquire. Some caravans are temporarily unable to leave."
"Before this, the Zhu and Qian families' caravans had transported goods much more frequently than before, and the Qian family set off earlier and returned slightly earlier than the Zhu family. However, this was always the case for them."
Wang Yan frowned even more deeply and used his divine sense to analyze the situation carefully: "This happens every time. I'm afraid the Qian family has been spying on the Zhu family's movements. Uncle-Master, do you remember when we saw the Qian family on the river? The hierarchy between servants and masters was not clear, and the Qian family liked to discuss matters behind closed doors. They lacked openness in their actions and were rather secretive."
Seeing the surprise and hesitation in Du Long's eyes, Wang Yan continued, "Uncle-Master, these juniors of the Zhu family know there's a big show to watch here, and they're willing to drive their mystical beasts wildly through the streets. So they definitely don't like our sect closing its formation and locking its doors."
"With so many younger members of the Zhu family coming here together, the elders of the Zhu family couldn't possibly be unaware of this, yet they didn't stop them. Don't they have their own thoughts about it?"
"If the Qian family are spies from the enemy clan, and deliberately staged this whole thing to sow discord among the Zhu family regarding their own clan..."
Du Long understood and his expression immediately changed: "I will immediately inform Chen Jiage to secretly investigate the Qian family. If what you say is true and they find a problem, then we will have Xiao Qiu come forward. But at that time, we will have to reveal our true identities, otherwise Xiao Qiu will not cooperate."
Wang Yan's gaze was sincere: "Uncle-Master, I believe that Senior Brother Qiu will understand the stakes and help us conceal our identities."
Dulong's eyes narrowed slightly, he pondered for a few moments, then nodded decisively: "That makes sense! I'll listen to you then!"
Wang Yan immediately felt relieved and sincerely smiled, "Thank you for trusting me, Uncle-Master."
Dulong gently patted his shoulder: "I trust your intuition. You have keen observation skills, insightful ideas, and a clear mind. Besides, you have no grudge against the Qian family, so there's no need for you to target them."
After realizing that Du Long had sent his divine sense out, Wang Yan continued watching the opera performance on stage.
The more I watched, the more I felt that the actor playing the general had a slightly cold look in his eyes when he looked down at the audience, revealing hatred.
He then used his divine sense to observe the other onlookers present.
After looking around, Wang Yan suddenly paused.
In the private room on the second floor directly behind him, among the young men and women who had previously ridden the four-legged crocodile-headed beast, there was a girl with almond-shaped eyes and peach-like cheeks looking at him.
It was the young lady who had previously given the injured street vendors small pieces of silver as compensation.