Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife

In a flash, Jing Wan understood, "So, this man, he can take advantage of everything." - Nothing wrong, if King Yan wants it, then we have to do it. Anyway, Yang Wan's people are more familiar with Yang Wan. Besides, they are not the first time they are rehearsing according to Yang Wan's requirements, so there is nothing wrong with that.

However, it takes so many people to come here, it takes a certain amount of time, so, during this period, we still need the theater team of the capital to go, of course, there are also those who play, in short, the aim is to relax people, not Wu Nong soft language, to hook people up to the soft country, to dissipate the will, to be positive.

With such a plan, and with the consent of someone else, Jing Wan is not vague, just do it.

So when the Injured Battalion started playing the stage, a lot of people were wondering, what was this all about? Soldiers who live at the bottom are always the most, most of them are born poor and cold, they may have heard of something like drama, but they haven't really seen it, so it's perfectly normal not to understand it for a moment and a half, but it doesn't mean that everyone here doesn't “see” it, so it's perfectly normal to be broken by a single word.

So a lot of people got excited and looked forward to it.

The theatre also brought up the list, or did that mean, let the people who watch the theatre do whatever they want?

It's already been something more than once, of course, casually.

Although there was not much contact in this world, in previous life, the father was slag, but Jing Wan learned something from him. He had not used it much before, now he uses it, and for the time being, he is a little handsome, but now these objects are enough. Certain things are destined to be done in the future, some means are necessary, so it seems natural to start practicing now.

The people on the stage can sing, the people under the stage can see vigorously, whether they understand it or not, they lay there clapping their hands together and shouting well, exhilarating, seems to forget the pain on their bodies.

Jing Wan sat near the corner and played her fingernails unconsciously, which is what she wanted. And then she skewed away, so what, she's probably a little bit more like a portrait now, well, not sure, and there's nothing special about it, so, when a person decides to change it, it's actually quite easy?!

In fact, in her previous life, she was a little averse to people in politics because of her father's relationship. However, she had been pulled back by her grandmother before it was even dark. Anyone who could not beat everyone to death with a single rod could not do so. However, even so, the bottom of her heart was somewhat excluded. Fortunately, after this world, it was a small baby that had not yet grown up in her mother's belly, giving her enough time to adapt so that she would not show exclusion to those born in the official family. Think about it, her grandmother. That is a fine person, if there is such an emotion, it is easy to detect, so confused.

Such emotions do not know when they have completely disappeared, many times feel lucky, lucky not to have to struggle at the bottom of the struggle, not to fear hardship, but class oppression may make it difficult to breathe, of course, more fortunate to have such a family, although not everywhere satisfactory, but euphemism.

Not to mention after having sex with a man, God has always treated her well. And now, I'm on this path, and I feel quite calm inside.

When Yang Wan retracted her gaze, she accidentally noticed a person, who seemed to have found her looking at him, and also saw Ritual.

Jing Wan was a little familiar with each other, as if he had seen it somewhere, wanted to take a closer look to identify it, the other had turned his head, and yet another earful shouted, Jing Wan glanced at the stage, two Wusheng was playing unusually hard, accompanied by the choking drums behind him, can be called "have a look”, OK, know that in the eyes of these soldiers, such scenes should be more wonderful than those.

Jing Wan retracted his gaze and looked in the direction just now. He seemed to attract a lot of attention. At this time, he seemed to have merged with other people, unable to identify who was who.

It is actually a good thing that the forward barracks have been further away from the later capital city.

Prince Jin's special request is not particularly difficult, and Lecheng Emperor naturally has to meet it, not to mention he wants his son to do the work for him. However, compared to last year's visit to Gangnam, the number of letters sent to him this time by Zhongqing and Li Su-yun was relatively frequent. As can be seen, he was more protective against his son on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, in a way, he's a blind man.

Prince Jin asked the theater team in his own province, obviously, to be severely impeached again.

Then, arriving in the northwestern theatre, it was not only those close to the Prince's house, but also some of the more famous theatres in the capital, which were packed.

Yang Wan coldly pulled the noose, huh, this emperor, what the hell is he doing?