Chapter 21

The painkillers have a calming effect. Yuan Heng was massaged to the point of being drowsy and even lost consciousness in the middle. Suddenly he opened his eyes with a start, and the sky outside the window was dark, and Xiao Ziyu was no longer in the nanny car.

You test him when he has a terrible headache and his will is weak. What a heartless person.

Yuan Heng glanced at the palm of his hand. The coolness left on the man's fingertips seemed still within reach. The painkillers began to take effect. The sharp pain turned into a dull pain. It had not yet been eradicated, but the senses were numbed.

He got dressed and got out of the car. Tang Lin and the others were eating lunch boxes and studying the script. When they saw him coming down, they called out, "I saw you were sleeping so I didn't call you. Come and have something to eat with us?"

Yuan Heng waved his hands, put two mints in his mouth and chewed them, unable to eat.

Tonight we will be filming the scene where Lin Buwei sets fire to the village. Director Tang gave them a quick run-through of the scene. The Demon Lord and his ghost minions were taken to the dressing room to have their makeup put on.

The makeup artist also noticed the red spot on his face and said, "Teacher Yuan, you are allergic. Please avoid this area when you put on the headgear."

"Hmm." Yuan Heng raised his hand and rubbed it, but felt nothing. But when Xiao Ziyu touched it, it felt extremely painful and itchy.

"Don't rub it," the makeup artist stopped him. "Go back and clean it up and apply some erythromycin. It will take effect the next day."

Since Lin Buwei is trapped by his inner demons, he has to turn evil from time to time. In order to distinguish himself, his makeup after turning evil has to be heavier, and he has to wear red contact lenses.

Yuan Heng spread out his hands and feet and let others do whatever they wanted. Makeup, hair style, and plasma application were all done almost at the same time. The plasma prepared by the crew was quite realistic. Even though he hadn't eaten, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the big bucket of red sticky substance.

"Teacher Yuan, please don't look so gloomy. I'm scared." The girl in charge rubbed her arms.

Yuan Heng forced a smile upon hearing that, with the corners of his mouth raised to the extreme, but his eyes were emotionless, which made them even more terrifying.

"Lin Buwei is the only designated crazy guy in this drama," the makeup artist laughed.

The staff member who was applying the plasma said, "If Lin Buwei really looked like this, I would be the first to slide down on my knees and beg him to accept me as his ghost brother."

Even Director Tang couldn't stand it anymore: "You have seen a lot of handsome guys and beautiful girls in the group, can you show me some progress?"

"Teacher Yuan's role is a limited edition, and with each film he makes, there will be fewer and fewer." The makeup artist took the opportunity to find out the news, "Will Teacher Yuan consider making a comeback in the future?"

Yuan Heng said jokingly: "Not necessarily."

This scene required wire suspension. Yuan Heng flew into the air in the night and landed steadily on the roof. After he stood up, the ghost brothers around him were lifted up one by one and barely kept up with his rhythm.

Yuan Heng shook the Moon Blade in his hand, and when he looked up again, he was already immersed in the play, with a cruel and terrifying smile: "I want to see where Deng Feng can escape to."

In Yuan Heng's opinion, the demonized Lin Buwei is far more than just a change of makeup, even though the script describes this state with only four words: uncontrollable.

There was a hint of evil in his already gloomy eyes, his pupils shrank slightly, his eyes trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth were tightly tightened. There was no exaggerated change in expression, but his facial features were secretly working hard and coordinating just right. That was the confusion and frenzy that followed the backlash of one's inner demons.

Director Tang was holding the megaphone tightly behind the camera, and his voice was so infectious. Yuan Heng was very popular whether he played a good or bad role, because he could always discover the unique charm of the character.

Lin Buwei threw his cape behind him, and his suppressed emotions suddenly burst out. He almost threw off the wire, leaped down from the roof, and grabbed a man by the neck: "Where is Deng Feng?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, Lin Buwei tightened the strength of his fingertips. The extras whimpered and widened their eyes, showing a bit of dying distraction, and soon their necks drooped limply.

In the play, Yuan Heng seemed like a completely different person. He was no longer calm and steady, no longer elegant and graceful. He put on the shell of the Demon Lord and truly became Lin Buwei. Or in other words, in the play he can be free and briefly release the beast sleeping in his body.

Lin Buwei has an inner demon, and so does Yuan Heng.

After filming this scene, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Tang Lin's palms holding the microphone. The whole process went smoothly. Although it was just past twelve o'clock, no one present was sleepy.

It seems that some people are born to do this job. Among the actors he has worked with, Yuan Heng is always the one who can get into the state the fastest.

"The explosive force was too strong." Tang Lin pointed at the monitor screen, "I almost thought you were going to strangle that man to death."

An extra on the side covered his neck and laughed: "Brother Yuan didn't use much force, but that look really scared me, and I was immersed in the role unconsciously."

Yuan Heng threw the props aside, his fingers almost stiff and fixed. His cold eyes were meant to hide the exploding pain in his brain. The pain started halfway through the filming, tearing at the nerves deep inside.

"Let's get ready to call it a day. Everyone has worked so hard!" Tang Lin asked someone to bring in some midnight snacks. "Teacher Yuan has treated everyone to rice dumplings made with fermented rice wine. Let's have a bowl to warm our stomachs before we leave."

Yuan Heng didn't touch it and strode back to his car. Zheng Hong knew something was wrong when he saw this, and quickly started the car: "If you have a headache, don't look at the documents when you go back, go to bed early. Fortunately, Wan Yi is nearby..."

"Not going to Wanyi," Yuan Heng interrupted him, clenching his back teeth tightly, as if it was difficult for him to speak, "... go to the crew hotel."

Zheng Hong was shocked to go to the crew hotel in the middle of the night. Fortunately, the hotel was closer, so he turned the car around and asked, "Why are we going there?"

"Go find Xiao Ziyu," Yuan Heng pressed his thumb against his temples, and he couldn't seem to come up with a better reason, "Go find him and get my sweater."

Seeing that he was in great pain, Zheng Hong swallowed the words "Are you sick?" and went to get clothes in the middle of the night. Not to mention that Xiao Ziyu had been busy all day, a normal person would have gone to bed at this time...

He parked the car downstairs of the hotel, and there was indeed a room with the light on, 305, which was Xiao Ziyu's room.

Well, at least we can still find a pair when we go crazy in the middle of the night. Zheng Hong pointed upstairs and said, "I remember his house number. It's the one with the light on."

Yuan Heng slammed the car door and walked out.

Xiao Ziyu tossed and turned in his arms, unable to fall asleep. It seemed that as soon as he closed his eyes, the image of Yuan Heng with his brows furrowed in pain would jump into his mind.

Yuan Heng in this time and space also has a headache.

Xiao Ziyu closed his eyes and thought carefully. Yuan Heng's headache started after he was placed under house arrest. That sword of his nearly injured Yuan Heng's ventricle. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was in a coma for three or four days, and was only able to move around after half a month.

He was imprisoned in a dungeon while the prince was bedridden. At that time, Yuan Heng had already gained great power in the court. The Minister of the Ministry of Revenue wanted to marry his daughter into the palace. He had long disliked the male princess and simply wanted to imprison him to death to put an end to the Crown Prince's thoughts.

So the dungeon was replaced by a water dungeon, and Xiao Ziyu was locked in the damp and cold stagnant water. When the poisonous insects came into contact with moisture, they desperately drilled into his body. He was in so much pain that he almost went crazy, and he quickly became so emaciated that only a skeleton was left.

The poisonous insect was a secret remedy from the southwest, and no one could cure it except the medicine from the King of Shu. He struggled in the water dungeon for three days and fainted on the fourth day.

Xiao Ziyu still remembers Yuan Heng's horrified expression at that time: "Who is the one who took the initiative to imprison the king?"

Even though she assassinated the prince, Yuan Heng still did not demote him from his position as princess.

The offending Shangshu's face turned pale, and he knelt on the ground trembling: "The guilty minister Xiao Ziyu intended to assassinate Your Highness. His crime is unforgivable. Your Highness must not keep such a person..."

Before he could finish his words, the man was kicked out. Yuan Heng had been in bed for too long and his strength had not yet recovered, otherwise this kick would have killed him on the spot.

The prince was furious, and no one was spared, from the six ministries to the jailers. The old minister who acted on his own initiative was stripped of his official position and exiled to the frontier. The voices questioning Yuan Heng became louder in the court, and they didn't understand why he wanted to keep a criminal.

There is no cure for the poisonous insects. During the first few months of his confinement, he wanted to commit suicide every day. In order to humiliate him, Yuan Heng used strong medicines from the Western Regions, iron chains and leg fetters, and even asked people to collect all kinds of unspeakable instruments.

Yuan Heng was seeking revenge, revenge for Xiao Ziyu's betrayal, and what pained him the most was to lie under the enemy's prince, watching him ascend the throne and trample upon his homeland.

Until one time when he went a little too far, Xiao Ziyu almost suffocated, and he kept coughing and choking. Finally, he vomited blood and passed out in a coma. Yuan Heng finally noticed something wrong with his body. It turned out that Xiao Ziyu's pain had not improved, but he suppressed it every time it occurred and refused to show any weakness.

From then on, Yuan Heng removed the iron chains and shackles on his body and stopped making excessive demands without restraint. He began to seek medical treatment and medicine. When the imperial physician could not diagnose the cause of his illness, he offered a reward to sorcerers all over the world.

Xiao Ziyu was forced to see all kinds of Taoist priests, witches, monks and wizards. He didn't know from when on, but Yuan Heng began to have someone feed him a very bitter pill with a disgusting fishy smell every month. After Xiao Ziyu took it for several months, the poisonous insects in his body never reappeared, so he knew that Yuan Heng was hanging on to his life.

Yuan Henglai was deserted by his friends and relatives and hated betrayal by nature, so they would definitely not let him die so easily. The more depressed Xiao Ziyu became, the more Yuan Heng wanted to find ways to tease him, forcing that cold face to turn a crimson color of desire.

But from then on, Yuan Heng's temper became more and more violent, his headaches became more frequent, and his behavior became erratic and incomprehensible. The entire Eastern Palace was trembling with fear, fearing that he would find fault and take off their heads.

The thought that something was wrong flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch it before he could react.

Xiao Ziyu closed his eyes and thought about random things, sometimes Daliang, sometimes modern society, sometimes practicing in the opera theater, sometimes the stage manager hitting the clapboard. In his hazy dream, the master held Director Tang's loudspeaker and yelled at them for being lazy. Luo Li appeared in the East Palace again and treated the eunuchs and palace maids to box lunches.

Xiao Ziyu really couldn't stand these bizarre dreams, so he simply got up to study. At night, when his memory was not good, he would copy calligraphy and learn to write simplified Chinese characters.

Before he finished writing a poem, the cell phone thrown on the bedside table started ringing rapidly, which startled him. What did Yuan Heng want to talk to him about so late at night? Xiao Ziyu thought that he was filming a long night tonight and was worried that something had happened in the crew, so he answered the phone, "Yuan Heng?"

Yuan Heng's voice was hoarse and wet, as if it came from a dream: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Ziyu didn't want to admit that he had insomnia: "Sleep."

Yuan Heng: "Sleeping with the light on?"

Xiao Ziyu ran to the window. It was pitch black on the ground and he couldn't see clearly. "Where are you?"

"Open the door." Yuan Heng said.