Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

The man gave the order, followed by the sound of splashing water, mixed with Wenjing's exclamation and Zhao Yanxi's panting.

Baima moved closer to Huaqing and lowered her voice.

"Sister-in-law, listen."

Hua Qing didn't say anything.

"Wow, this commotion... My brother's pretty impressive."

Hua Qing's face turned even redder.

Baima's voice was even softer: "Sister-in-law, it's rare for us to come out and have fun, and you even changed into a swimsuit. Don't you want my brother to have a good look at you?"

Hua Qing turned her face away, her fingers gently tracing patterns on the water's surface.

Baima continued, "My brother has so many wives around him, you have to take the initiative."

Hua Qing finally spoke up: "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not making this up."

Baima looked completely innocent: "I was thinking of you, sister-in-law. You specifically asked Yan hope to lend you a swimsuit, wasn't it because you wanted to wear it for my brother to see?"

Hua Qing bit her lower lip and didn't reply.

Baima leaned close to her ear, her voice seductive: "Sister-in-law, if you want, I can help you."

Hua Qing turned her head, remained silent for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help but ask a question.

How can you help?

"That depends on whether you, sister-in-law, are willing to cooperate."

Baima's smile is innocent and pure.

Chapter 154: Ding Heng's Mission

The group met again at 7 p.m., around dinner time.

Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing entered the private room one after the other, walking slower than usual, with a satisfied blush on their faces and a languid charm in their eyes.

Baima blinked and asked innocently, "Sister-in-law, why are your faces so red? Did the steam from the hot spring make you feel hot?"

Before the two could answer, a hand reached out and gently tapped Baima on the head.

"Boom."

Bai Ma cried out and covered her head.

Ding Heng withdrew his hand, his face expressionless.

Pema stuck out her tongue and wisely shut her mouth.

Wenjing lowered her head and sat down, pretending she hadn't heard anything.

Zhao Yanxi remained calm, pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up the menu, and changed the subject: "Let's order first..."

The group ordered some local specialties from Lingxiang. As always, Zhao Yanxi was generous, and Wen Jing couldn't stop her even if she wanted to, and could only feel sorry for her.

Setting down the menu, Zhao Yanxi looked around and finally realized, "Where's Sister Hua Qing? I haven't seen her."

Hua Yue replied, "My sister said she felt a little dizzy after soaking in the water, so she went back to her room to rest."

Wenjing asked with concern, "Is it serious?"

"It should be fine."

"Should we leave her some food?"

"I'll just bring her one."

Hua Yue waved to the waiter to bring a takeout box.

No one thought much of it and continued eating.

After the meal, the group huddled together in a private room, drinking tea to aid digestion.

Zhao Yanxi enthusiastically suggested, "There's a performance at Lingxiang Scenic Area tonight, shall we go see it?"

Wenjing asked curiously, "What kind of performance?"

"A stage play in the style of Summer Weekly!"

Zhao Yanxi took out her phone and swiped a few times, showing the screen to everyone.

"A lot of bronze artifacts have been unearthed in Lingxiang, including the Four-Sheep Square Zun. The local cultural and tourism department has put together a show called 'Tanhe Eternal Love,' which tells a story from the Western Zhou Dynasty, and it has received pretty good reviews online."

Hua Yue asked, "A stage play? How long would that take?"

"About an hour or two, not long."

Zhao Yanxi put away her phone: "Are you going or not?"

Wenjing subconsciously looked at Ding Heng.

Ding Heng nodded lazily: "Okay, I'm just killing time anyway."

After getting the man's approval, Zhao Yanxi immediately started making arrangements: "Then hurry up, I'll buy the tickets now, pack up and get ready to leave!"

The scenic area is not far from the guesthouse, only a ten-minute drive away.

The theater has recently been renovated. It is an antique-style building with blue bricks and gray tiles. At the entrance are two huge replicas of bronze tripods, which gleam with a faint green patina under the lights.

Zhao Yanxi had booked tickets online in advance, and the group entered smoothly.

The seat was in the middle to the back, so the view was pretty good.

Ding Heng walked in front, with Zhao Yanxi and Wen Jing naturally following on either side of him, Hua Yue walking beside him, and Bai Ma bringing up the rear.

The little girl was so small that she could barely see the road ahead in the crowd, so she had to squeeze forward on tiptoe.

"Make way, make way, make way..."

She struggled to squeeze to the seat, plopped down, and let out a long sigh.

The lights dimmed, and the performance began.

The stage setting was grand and magnificent, with huge bronze models, burning torches, and actors dressed in Zhou Dynasty costumes filing out one after another.

The music was deafening, telling the story of King Wu's conquest of King Zhou and the Battle of Muye.

Like Ding Heng, Bai Ma had little artistic talent and lost interest after looking at something for a while.

Her eyes darted around, and she asked with feigned curiosity, "Compared to Sister Hua Qing, who's better at dancing?"

Hua Yue immediately chimed in, "Of course my sister is better! Look at that lead dancer, her movements are so stiff, she has no flexibility at all. If it were my sister..."

Ding Heng interrupted, "They're just trying to make a living at the scenic spot, it's not bad that they can dance like this, don't nitpick."

"I'm not nitpicking, but they are indeed far inferior to my sister."

Hua Yue was unconvinced and continued to describe Hua Qing's achievements in dance.

Ding Heng stopped arguing, lazily yawned, and remained expressionless.

Seeing that he had no reaction, Baima couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

The plot on stage reached its climax, with the scene of King Wu's conquest of King Zhou being magnificent, and the actors wielding bronze weapons fighting on the stage.

Bai Ma's mind was not on the performance at all. She would glance at Ding Heng from time to time, but Ding Heng always seemed indifferent. He would occasionally tease Wen Jing and Zhao Yanxi, and occasionally look down at his phone, seemingly not caring about Hua Qing's absence at all.

Halfway through the performance, Baima finally couldn't sit still any longer.

She stood up under the pretext of going to the restroom, and patted Ding Heng on the shoulder as she passed by.

Ding Heng glanced at her, then got up and followed her out.

The two arrived at the corridor outside the theater, one after the other.

A night breeze blew by, and Baima pulled her coat tighter around herself, asking bluntly, "Brother, aren't you worried about Sister-in-law Huaqing at all?"

Ding Heng leaned against the railing, his tone indifferent: "What are you worried about?"

Baima said anxiously, "She's not feeling well! She's alone in her room, aren't you going back to check on her?"

Ding Heng did not respond, but a smile played on his lips.

“I think you still need to find an excuse to go back, brother. I'll help you stall your two wives…”

Baima got more and more excited as she talked, revealing all her little schemes.

After she finished speaking, Ding Heng slowly asked, "Do I have to worry about her?"

Baima was stunned.

"you……"

She blinked, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Looking at Ding Heng's expressionless face, and then thinking about Hua Qing waiting alone in the room, she suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"Brother..."

Baima lowered her voice: "If you do this, how pitiful Sister-in-law Huaqing will be."

Ding Heng reached out and gently patted her head.

"Don't worry about it."

Bai Ma was feigning illness, but Ding Heng could tell at a glance whether Hua Qing was actually feeling well or not; he naturally knew the answer in his heart.

After the performance, everyone followed the flow of people out.

Hua Yue was still savoring the scene from earlier: "The actor who played King Wu of Zhou was quite handsome, but his dancing was a bit lacking."

Zhao Yanxi rolled her eyes and said, "Come on, you think everyone is handsome."

"It's better than someone hanging themselves on one tree!"

"My pleasure!"

The girls chatted and joked, and by the time they got back to the guesthouse, it was almost ten o'clock.

Pushing open the door to the lobby, Hua Qing sat on the sofa in the lounge area, having changed back into casual clothes, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand.

Zhao Yanxi was the first to rush over: "Sister Hua Qing, are you feeling better?"