"Like a brush... a swimming dragon painting the crimson, sleeves dancing like wind, elegant and vigorous! This dance should only be found in the heavens..."
Feng Yi walked off the stage, praising with a smile.
"Feng Yi, you flatter me! Yun Jin dare not accept such praise!"
Yun Jin smiled faintly, who wouldn't be happy to hear compliments?
Especially when they came from Feng Yi's mouth.
Yun Jin invited Feng Yi onto the stage, and they began to rehearse the dialogue and dance.
When it came to the combat scenes with the spear, Yun Jin would perform first, and Feng Yi would follow to learn.
Feng Yi's astonishing learning ability made Yun Jin exclaim his exceptional talent!
Feng Yi: You think all those beatings I took these mornings were for nothing?!
In the days Feng Yi had been training with Xiao, he had primarily focused on spear techniques. Although the sparring moves in opera differed somewhat from real combat, with Yun Jin imparting the key points, Feng Yi quickly picked it up.
Outside the door, Master Fan nibbled on sunflower seeds, peeking at Feng Yi and Yun Jin practicing, his heart filled with vexation.
This fellow had caused him to lose half his income, which was more painful than killing him.
Even more infuriating, this brat had almost eloped with his cash cow. The grudge was now settled.
However, with Yun Jin protecting him, Master Fan found it difficult to retaliate for the moment.
"What… what are you looking at? What's so interesting? Go buy me some scripts! I'll write a spectacular story too, and then this brat won't even dream of entering the He Yu Teahouse!"
Master Fan spat and instructed the waiter beside him.
Who couldn't write a story?
Just take a few stories apart and mash them together!
When he succeeded, this brat Feng Yi would be gone.
"We've been practicing for so long, let's take a short break!"
Feng Yi rubbed his aching lower back and said sheepishly.
After all, he wasn't a professional opera performer. During a period of high-intensity rehearsal, every movement had to be precise and appropriate, which was extremely difficult for him.
Before even half the plot was rehearsed, his back was already giving out.
"That's perfect, I'm tired too, it's time to rest!"
Yun Jin, considering Feng Yi's feelings, said with a faint smile.
Feng Yi looked at Yun Jin beside him; she showed no signs of fatigue. She was purely being considerate of his pride.
How could such a thoughtful girl not be likable?
"Feng Yi, when I was training in my youth, I learned some massage techniques. Would you like me to help relieve your soreness?"
Yun Jin sat beside Feng Yi, poured him a cup of hot tea, and considerately offered a massage.
"You've seen my struggles, Yun Jin. Will it be too much trouble for you?"
Feng Yi felt a bit embarrassed, but it was her kind offer…
"It's nothing. When I was training, I often had sore muscles too. It's a natural thing. Moreover, Feng Yi, your talent and skill have surpassed most actors I've ever seen, so you needn't be so humble…"
Yun Jin pointed to the viewing platform nearby, indicating for Feng Yi to lie down.
"Then I'll trouble you!"
His aching lower back told him that pride was not to be indulged!
Feng Yi loosened his upper garment, placed it on the ground, and then lay down.
"Feng Yi, how could you…"
Yun Jin gasped when she saw Feng Yi suddenly remove his shirt, revealing a firm, well-defined abdomen, which drew a surprised exclamation from her.
Slim when dressed, muscular when undressed – there was no more apt description for Feng Yi at that moment.
Yun Jin had never witnessed such a scene. Feng Yi's strong physique made her face flush and her heart race.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, what are these scars on your body…"
Yun Jin, as if by instinct, changed the words she was about to say.
She had intended to tell Feng Yi that undressing wasn't necessary for a massage, but now it seemed that undressing might not be so bad after all!
"These scars… are from practicing martial arts. I'm sorry, did I shock you? But don't mind them, my body is strong, and these scars will disappear on their own after a night…"
Feng Yi, mistaking her reaction for shock at the bruises from the day's beatings, quickly apologized.
"Feng Yi, please wait a moment, I'll go get something!"
The bruises from the beatings were particularly noticeable on Feng Yi's sturdy body, making Yun Jin's heart ache.
Remembering that she had some medicinal wine for external injuries, Yun Jin quickly made an excuse and hurried off to retrieve it.
Without keeping Feng Yi waiting long, Yun Jin returned with a small bottle of medicinal wine.
She first poured the wine onto her hands, then gently massaged it onto Feng Yi's bruised areas.
"Ahhh~"
"Feng Yi, I'm sorry, did I use too much force?"
"Not at all, the pressure is just right!"
Her warm, jade-like slender hands, like fine porcelain, kneaded his back, both gentle and firm.
This warm touch was completely different from the cool sensation he felt when Ganyu and Shenhe massaged him.
Experiencing a warm touch for the first time, Feng Yi's mood shifted from nervous to gradually relaxed.
His eyelids closed, and within minutes, a snore could be heard.
'Feng Yi must be very busy usually, to fall asleep so quickly…'
Yun Jin stopped massaging and moved to stand before Feng Yi, looking at his sleeping form. She guessed that he must be very busy and tired in his daily life, and would fall asleep as soon as he relaxed.
As his snores kept rhythm, Feng Yi's lips curved into a slight smile, and he began to chuckle foolishly in his sleep, as if dreaming of a delicious feast, with drool trickling down the corner of his mouth.
Yun Jin was amused by the sight. She hadn't expected the sleeping Feng Yi to be so childlike.
Yun Jin took out an exquisite handkerchief from her pocket, wrapped it around her finger, and reached towards Feng Yi's mouth to wipe away the drool, acting with great care lest she wake him.
"Ah… Yun Jin, is it time for rehearsal?"
Even though Yun Jin's movements were very careful, she still woke Feng Yi.
Feng Yi rubbed his sleepy eyes, thinking it was time and that Yun Jin had woken him to continue rehearsing the opera.
The short nap had been so comfortable that Feng Yi was reluctant to wake up.
"We'll stop for today. We can talk about rehearsals another time. Feng Yi, if you're feeling very sleepy, you can nap a little longer…"
Yun Jin said with a faint smile, shaking her head. Rehearsals weren't urgent; there was plenty of time in the future.
"That's great. If you don't mind, I'll just lie here for a little while longer. Don't mind me…"
Feng Yi nodded at Yun Jin, who was crouching in front of him, and then continued his banquet with Duke Zhou.
Yun Jin looked at the handkerchief in her hand, now damp with Feng Yi's drool, and shook her head with a smile, preparing to wash it later.
With Feng Yi lying there resting, his upper body exposed, it would be troublesome if he caught a chill.
Yun Jin wanted to invite Feng Yi to rest indoors, but when she nudged him, Feng Yi didn't react at all, as if he were a log.
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Brothers, please grant me some free small gifts. The author wants to drink a cup of bubble tea for the holiday (with double pudding, the extravagant kind)~