Chapter 23

Apart from Yuan Heng, the nickname Nanzhu is often used by fellow disciples when they are intimate with each other.

Xiao Ziyu's ears turned red instantly, and he turned off the screen of his phone. "No, it was an accident..."

Yuan Heng had just been to his room last night and was caught this morning browsing such filthy things. He could never wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"Ordinary people wouldn't point there even if they weren't careful," Yuan Heng didn't intend to let it go. His meridians were blocked by Xiao Ziyu last night, so he finally caught the opportunity to tease back, "Is our Nanzhu lonely?"

"I didn't." Xiao Ziyu defended seriously, "I was just curious."

"There is no best," Yuan Heng snorted, "We are husband and wife now, don't have any bad ideas."

When has Xiao Ziyu's reputation ever been slandered? He didn't understand why Yuan Heng always looked so elegant in front of outsiders, and would never overstep the line even if he was serious, but in front of him, every word he said was so irritating.

He was so angry that he didn't care about anything else: "Then you better not be in a secret marriage."

Yuan Heng was so angry that he laughed. His eagle eyes caught him. "I have only married you, a man, since I was born. Who do you think I am secretly married to and who am I keeping secret from?"

"If I am, why not you?"

Xiao Ziyu killed 800 enemies but lost 1,000 of his own, and coupled with the trauma he had just suffered, he was completely speechless. He just glared at the other party with his brilliant phoenix eyes, the corners of his eyes turned red with anger, venting his boundless anger and grievance.

"Oh, it's Yuan Heng!"

Just as they were at a stalemate, a group of little girls suddenly gathered around, chattering and screaming from a distance: "Ahhh, I actually have a chance to see Teacher Yuan!"

It must be a fan. Xiao Ziyu had seen a lot of such scenes on the set these two days, and subconsciously wanted to slip away, but the next voice called him: "And Xiao Ziyu! Finally I see the real person!"

It was impolite not to reciprocate, so Xiao Ziyu could only turn around stiffly and greet with a smile: "Hello."

"Xiao Ziyu looks better in person than on camera! Wow what kind of large bjd is this."

"These eyelashes are amazing! I want to swing on my brother's eyelashes!"

"This kind of handsome guy, come to our ancient idol show! There are not many actors with good manners these days!"

Yuan Heng lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao Ziyu as they were talking. He had an exquisitely good-looking appearance, with phoenix eyes, crescent lips, a pointed chin, and all his facial features were richly painted, but when put together, they gave him a kind of casual indifference.

"Teacher Yuan, what are you looking at? Why are you staring at my lips?"

"Wow, that's a bit nice."

"I am so happy that I can still watch Teacher Yuan's dramas in my lifetime. This life is worth it!"

The fans shouted loudly, making the entire crew excited.

They were students from a nearby media college. After hearing the rumors online, they came to the crew and applied for extras, which gave them the opportunity to enter the studio. Unexpectedly, not only did he find Xiao Ziyu, but he also saw Yuan Heng!

"Teacher Yuan, Teacher Xiao, can you take a photo with me? That way it's worth it for me to play the corpse for the whole morning... "

"Teacher Xiao, can you really fly? How can someone coordinate with the wire so well?"

"It's just that I practiced some Kung Fu before," Xiao Ziyu answered their questions patiently. However, he couldn't make the decision on the photo. He looked at Yuan Heng and raised his eyebrows to express his inquiry.

Yuan Heng rarely appears in public, all his schedules are kept secret, and he has almost never taken photos with fans or signed autographs. But thanks to this group of girls, the people who were glaring at him just now started to wink at him. Yuan Heng straightened his clothes and stood closer.

"Hurry up, find the angle." The girls hurriedly took out their selfie sticks and took more than ten photos in one breath. "Thank you so much! I hope the two teachers can post more on Weibo!"

"Woo woo woo, we are so great to have you in Lantern Festival!"

What is Yuanxiao? Xiao Ziyu was confused. A fan explained to him with a smile: "Teacher Xiao, just search on Weibo and you will know."

“It’s the one with the heart emoji.”

Xiao Ziyu was not very familiar with the use of Weibo. He typed in "Yuanxiao" and saw several super topics side by side. One of them had a red heart after it.

Not many people follow this thread, but there are already a few posts:

[Lin Buwei x Wei Qiaolalang, real person please be careful]

[["The Morning After" Chapter 5: The light in you is what I look up to all my life] Movie King x Stand-in Actor, reference character setting, OOC is mine]

[But he calls him Teacher Xiao Xiao]

[I stumbled in by mistake. How come you guys can knock on anything? 】

[Mr. Yuan’s first non-business blog post was to speak up for Xiao Ziyu. Don’t you even want to praise him for that? 】

What are you knocking on? Xiao Ziyu's frown deepened. Yuan Heng scrolled down a few posts with great interest, but there were too few posts and he finished them quickly.

Yuan Heng's acting career is not long, but he is full of LaLang and secondary creations, and he was even edited into a big attack on a certain website. He more or less knows a little about it.

Yuanxiao CP is considered weird and unpopular in his romance.

Xiao Ziyu: "What is this strange thing?"

"You can think of it as a storybook," Yuan Heng said in an easy-to-understand way, "It was made up by fans based on reality."

Xiao Ziyu nodded vaguely, and soon understood: "Similar to "Jin Ping Mei"?

Yuan Heng chuckled and teased him: "Are you Ximen Qing or Pan Jinlian?"

Xiao Ziyu realized that this analogy was not right, and shook his head and said seriously: "I am Wu Song."

Yuan Heng: "Well, Wu Song, there's a big beast on your shoulder."

Xiao Ziyu's expression froze: "What?"

Yuan Heng reached out and took a small caterpillar from his shoulder, pointing to the top of his head: "It just hung from the tree."

Xiao Ziyu was speechless. He felt that Yuan Heng had become more capable of making people angry in this life.

But after Qingming Festival, there are indeed more insects. The climate in the south is humid, and you will get bitten a lot if you are not careful.

For the next few weeks, Xiao Ziyu was busy filming, and he could barely cope with the doubling of his workload. The crew of "Maple Grove Evening" will go to the mountains to shoot outdoor scenes in a few days. He has to finish his work at the studio quickly, and often does not have time to eat his boxed lunch and just has to eat a few bites in a hurry.

Even Luo Li advised him when he saw him: "Although I want to earn a million dollars a year, Brother Xiao, don't be so stressed. We will definitely make money if we take it slow."

At this time, Xiao Ziyu was eating a box lunch on the roadside. Fans said that he had a dignified posture and it was true. He could keep his back straight even when sitting on the curb. His body was spotless and his hair was not messy at all. If you didn't know, you would think that the shredded potatoes in his lunch box were actually shark fins.

"I made 30,000 yuan," Xiao Ziyu said with a little pride in his tone. This was the first money he made after coming to modern society, which meant that he could support himself with his kung fu.

Luo Li looked at him lovingly and didn't have the heart to tell him how much Yuan Heng earned in a day.

Xiao Ziyu didn't get the feedback he wanted. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on Yuan Heng's name on WeChat.

The meal money from the past few days has not yet been transferred to Yuan Heng.

Yuan Heng has been busy with work these days and seldom comes to the crew. Otherwise, he is in Group A acting with Deng Feng, and the two have almost no time to meet alone. Xiao Ziyu hesitated for a moment, then transferred the money very coldly.

"Mr. Yuan, the risk warning for the South France project has been issued," said Zhang Rong, Yuan Heng's secretary, who was connected to the tablet video. "The risk is higher than we expected. We may need to go and take a look at the project on site."

Yuan Heng stared at the phone without saying a word. Zhang Rong intuitively felt through the screen that the boss had seen the important information, so she waited silently on the side.

It wasn't until the phone screen was about to go black that Yuan Heng reached out and tapped the screen. He came back to his senses and saw the information uploaded by the other party. "Where were we talking about just now?"

Xiao Ziyu stared at the WeChat message box. Yuan Heng accepted the transfer without saying a word.

He seemed to be talking to someone eagerly, so he just turned off the screen.

Chewing the lunch box again, it felt a bit tasteless. He suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at Luo Li: "Do you know Yuanxiao?"

"Isn't that your and Teacher Yuan's CP name?" Luo Li was alert like a puppy, "Teacher Xiao, you finally have 5G Internet access!"

Xiao Ziyu saw this word more than once: "CP is?"

"It's the abbreviation of the English word couple, which can be understood as lovers or partners." Luo Li explained patiently.

Xiao Ziyu finally asked his question: "Those two men..."

"Two men are nothing," Luo Li said happily, "Nowadays, there are not only male-female, male-male, female-female, but also people, Fury, and the country. As long as there is interesting interaction and sexual tension between the two, everything can be a pair."

Xiao Ziyu was even more puzzled: "Is the interaction between Yuan Heng and I interesting?"

"Of course!" Luo Li put down his lunch box and counted on his fingers. "Look, the first non-business blog post by Teacher Yuan in all these years is to clear your name, give you a nanny car, and allow fans to take photos with you. Every clue is sweet!"

"Besides, fans love to imagine things," Luo Li said professionally. "You and Teacher Yuan, one is a semi-retired movie star and the other is a fledgling amateur. The amateur is favored by the movie star, so isn't this a point of friction?"

Xiao Ziyu corrected him, "Maybe one day I can become an award-winning actor."

Luo Li clapped his hands: "Two best actor winners, the truth is true, it's even better!"

Xiao Ziyu: “…”

Today is their last day at the studio. After that they will go into the mountains and won’t be back for two weeks. The capital side organized a dinner together, and there was no role for a stand-in actor, but the other side mentioned his name.

That day, Huang Wei's nanny car drove into the crew and everyone knew about it. Tang Lin was naturally aware of the unspoken rules in the circle. Although he was embarrassed, he still said, "I can help push it to Boss Huang, you don't have to go."

Xiao Ziyu knew that Chaoyang Culture had invested the most in this drama. He put his ponytail behind his shoulders and said calmly, "I'll go. It's okay."

Tang Lin was not good at getting involved in such disputes, so he stopped at that point and did not try to stop him.

"Brother Xiao, aren't you in a relationship?" Luo Li reminded him tactfully, "You go to see Mr. Huang, your old...your partner won't be angry, right?"

"He won't care about these." Xiao Ziyu's eyelashes trembled and he said softly.

"No matter what, this is a good opportunity to expand our network," Luo Li rubbed his hands, "Only Teacher Yuan, the male and female protagonists, and a few supporting actors with backgrounds were invited. We must seize the opportunity."

Xiao Ziyu nodded absentmindedly, playing with his phone without saying a word.

The meal was booked at a secluded private restaurant, and upon entering the restaurant there was a courtyard with a winding corridor. The water gurgles, a small wooden bridge runs across it, and a few screens keep the noise out, making people want to take small steps on the stage unconsciously.

Xiao Ziyu and his group arrived first, but were unable to sit down. After everyone else arrived, they pushed and shoved each other several times before finally sitting down according to the order of priority. He raised his eyes and glanced around. They were all familiar faces who had given speeches at the opening ceremony.

Huang Wei looked at him, his round face full of smiles: "Zi Yu, are you used to filming these days?"

Xiao Ziyu pointed directly at him, bypassing the male and female protagonists and the main supporting roles, and said in a calm voice: "It's OK. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Huang."

"I heard you signed with Yuantai?" Huang Wei smiled cheerfully, "My nanny car has arrived at the crew, but it's still not as close to Mr. Yuan as he is."

Xiao Ziyu didn't say yes or no. The waiter knocked on the door and brought in someone. Yuan Heng came late, wearing a business suit with a champagne-colored scarf tucked into his chest pocket, looking simple and elegant.

Everyone stood up and greeted each other. Xiao Ziyu glanced over secretly, but he didn't expect that Yuan Heng was looking at him openly. Their eyes met through the crowd, and Xiao Ziyu looked back at him openly.

Yuan Heng wore a black shirt and a lapel suit jacket. He stood straight and looked indomitable.

"Boss Yuan's business has been good recently. I heard that Yuantai also has business overseas," Huang Wei complimented, "He signed several big projects at once."

"Our business mainly depends on policies," Yuan Heng politely said, "Who knows when there will be changes."

"Boss Yuan is too modest," Huang Wei laughed, "I'm waiting for the Peach Blossom Island Resort in your Yuncheng to be built. I will definitely go there to show my support then!"

Yuan Heng concealed the flash of hostility in his eyes, lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea. The Taohua Island project is difficult to advance. If it fails, the huge previous investment and the cost of maintaining relations with the government will be wasted.

All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind, and when he looked up again, he had regained his humble look. Yuan Heng smiled lightly, "Boss Huang has a wide network of contacts, so we welcome you to come and show your support."

Huang Wei is a vengeful person. He met Yuan Heng in a bar before and was tricked by him. Today, he exposed Yuan Heng's weak spot in front of everyone and wanted to destroy his image as a movie emperor. Unexpectedly, Yuan Heng did not lose his composure.

He is worthy of being the best actor as he can conceal it so well. Huang Wei gritted his teeth secretly. He just wanted to keep Xiao Ziyu as his lover at the bar that day, but this man looked at him with cold and terrifying eyes and even threatened him with his divorce. Now he can talk to him calmly, which shows that he is just pretending.

"Now that everyone is here, let's start serving the food," Tang Lin called over the waiter, "I asked the manager to arrange the dishes in advance, so feel free to add whatever you like."

This was the first time Xiao Ziyu attended a formal occasion since coming to modern society. The drinking table customs were different in each place, and he didn't understand them. He was cautious first and ate whatever dish was placed in front of him.

Lu Yan sat next to him, also feeling restrained. He is the male lead and receives more attention. After a round of toasts, he feels a little tipsy and quickly fills his stomach with food.

He picked up a piece of barbecued pork, which was still attached to another piece. He turned to Xiao Ziyu and said, "Help me to separate it. We'll share this piece."

Xiao Ziyu actually didn't like eating barbecued pork, but Lu Yan had already put it on his plate, so he could only use his chopsticks to help him open it. Lu Yan took a small piece and said, "Try it, this barbecued pork is really good!"

Yuan Heng put his fist to his lips and coughed.

Xiao Ziyu didn't receive the signal and just buried his head in chewing the meat. It tasted sweet, but he still didn't like it very much.

The actors at the same table had already toasted. Tang Lin was afraid that he would be left behind and leave a bad impression on the investors, so he patted the back of Xiao Ziyu's chair and said, "Come on, Ziyu, go and say hello to the bosses too."

Xiao Ziyu wiped his mouth and was not startled by being suddenly called. He stood up calmly and toasted the owner of the food company next to Tang Lin first, with a generous and unselfish attitude.

When it comes to toasting, the actors have to finish the wine in their glasses, but the bosses mostly just take a sip as if to pretend. After drinking the strong liquor, Xiao Ziyu started to feel a burning sensation in his throat. His mind was always tense and his face became paler as he drank, but he didn't dare to get drunk.

When he saw Huang Wei, he said politely, "Thank you for your concern, Boss Huang. The crew still needs your support."

Huang Wei refused to drink and joked, "If you don't feel comfortable staying in Yuantai Culture, we in Chaoyang are always welcome."

Xiao Ziyu lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear him, and said softly, "It is said that Chaoyang Culture is well-known in the industry. Can I ask Mr. Huang for a little more information later?"

He had already drunk three or four cups. His lips were moist and red from the spiciness, and his lips were a little swollen, but his eyes were black and bright, and seemed to be shining with water. It is said that actors are passionate, and their eyes can convey thousands of thoughts. Huang Wei almost immediately understood what he meant. Xiao Ziyu was taking the initiative to show his goodwill.

It seems that he will have to negotiate terms with him later. Huang Wei was overjoyed. This icy beauty could be melted by him one day. He simply drank the wine in the glass: "Okay, let's do as you say."

Xiao Ziyu lowered his eyes and looked away, as if he was shy, his hair hanging down softly, and the red mole under the left corner of his eye was even more eye-catching, making Huang Wei feel itchy in his heart.

Everyone at the table had already started chatting with each other, but Yuan Heng was the only one who paid attention to what was happening. He finally waited until Xiao Ziyu came to toast him and warned him, "Don't mess around."

"What do you mean by messing around?" Xiao Ziyu filled his glass and began to toast without waiting for Yuan Heng to answer: "I hope Mr. Yuan is in good health and his career is prosperous."

In front of everyone, Yuan Heng drank it all in one gulp, threw the wine glass back on the table with a clang, and was so angry that he wanted to burp.

After everyone had toasted, they began to eat their food and the atmosphere became much more lively. The heroine drank too much, her face was flushed, and she covered her mouth and nose with her hands to hide her discomfort.

Xiao Ziyu picked up the teapot beside him and poured some hot tea for her: "Miss An, please have some tea."

An Xitong looked at him gratefully: "Thank you."

As soon as Xiao Ziyu sat down, he saw Huang Wei winking at him. He picked up a vegetarian dish with chopsticks without changing his expression. Huang Wei pushed the stool hard, stood up and left.

Can't wait any longer?

Xiao Ziyu chewed the leaves slowly, picked up his phone and followed out.

This private restaurant is fully equipped with private rooms. The corridors are quiet and deep, and the only sound you can hear is the gurgling water in the courtyard. Xiao Ziyu did not see Huang Wei. He walked to a more secluded place. A dark shadow flashed in the corner. He moved away and said loudly, "Boss Huang."

Huang Wei wanted to take the opportunity to hug him, but he didn't touch him. He thought that Xiao Ziyu was quite aloof and wouldn't let him be touched before they reached an agreement.

"Boss Huang asked me to go to Chaoyang Culture. What does that mean?" Xiao Ziyu asked.

"Don't you already know? It's what you think it means," Huang Wei smiled obscenely and directly offered temptation: "One hundred thousand a month, not counting gifts."

Xiao Ziyu lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking seriously. In the night, only his handsome profile and delicate, straight nose could be seen. Huang Wei could hardly hold back: "If you have any other conditions, just ask."

"I heard that Mr. Huang has a wide network of contacts," Xiao Ziyu hinted, "I wonder if he has invited anyone else?"

This is about to rush to check his post, Huang Wei smiled and said: "Don't worry, those men and women before are all gone, and I only want you in the future."

"It seems that Mr. Huang doesn't care about meat or vegetables." Xiao Ziyu said sarcastically.

Huang Wei was stung by Xiao Ziyu's sarcastic tone, and he almost couldn't wait to hug him and hold him in his arms to comfort him, "It's not that I didn't meet you before, I was confused for a while." He named several popular traffic stars and young actresses in succession: "They all followed me, if you don't believe me, go ask around and see if I make them feel comfortable."

"Their resources are all very good." Xiao Ziyu said softly.

"That's right," Huang Wei said proudly, "Don't think that Yuantai Culture is arrogant now, but we don't know how it will perform in the future. Yuan Heng doesn't even have any shares. He is just a paper tiger with nothing in appearance. Their second-in-command is..."

Huang Wei realized that he had said too much and stopped talking in time: "Anyway, if you follow me, you will definitely get some benefits."

Xiao Ziyu nodded: "Then Madam Ling..."

"I will divorce that yellow-faced woman soon," Huang Wei waved his hand and said, "As long as you serve me well, all the top resources of Chaoyang Culture will be for you alone."

As he spoke, he was about to grab the slender waist, "I heard you know real kung fu, can you do the splits?"

Xiao Ziyu dodged: "Boss Huang, please respect yourself... I will consider the rest."

"I've said all the good things to you," Huang Wei lowered his voice, "If you don't come, don't blame your boss Huang for being ruthless."

"Yeah." Xiao Ziyu nodded obediently, seemingly without any opinion. Huang Wei is most familiar with these small actors who have no background or power. They may try to make excuses and act noble, but when the time comes, they will have to listen to him obediently.

The two returned to the box one after the other. Lu Yan looked at Xiao Ziyu with an inquiring look. Xiao Ziyu nodded slightly, indicating that he was fine.

Xiao Ziyu had only taken a few bites of the food and drank half a bellyful of wine, and his stomach had already begun to ache. But he didn't care much about it. This little pain was nothing compared to the pain caused by the insect attack, and it could also keep him awake and prevent him from getting drunk.

When the banquet finally ended, a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on Xiao Ziyu's forehead. Director Tang went out and busied himself with seeing several bosses off to their cars. The actors were also picked up by their agents. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Luo Li, telling him not to bother with him tonight.

Before they knew it, he and Yuan Heng were the only ones left at the table. The two of them walked silently and tacitly, keeping a distance from the crowd and walking at the end. The garden was filled with fragrance, the moon shone brightly, and the cool breeze caressed my cheeks, relieving the high fever caused by drinking.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Yuan Heng spoke first.

"When do you plan to deal with Huang Wei?" Xiao Ziyu asked.

Yuan Heng paused: "What do you mean?"

When Xiao Ziyu first met Yuan Heng in the bar, he was admittedly a little nervous, but he could still remember the scene vividly. Yuan Heng spoke rudely to Huang Wei and knew that Huang Wei was divorcing his wife, which showed that there had been a feud between the two of them and that Yuan Heng had made a point of getting to know Huang Wei.

Today at the dinner table, Huang Wei pretended to be polite and knew Yuantai's projects very well. Others could not see the hostility in Yuan Heng's eyes, but he observed it correctly.

"Why are you angry with Huang Wei today?" Xiao Ziyu asked back.

Yuan Heng was about to say no, but then he felt it was too fake and sneered, "I just don't like him."

"Yuantai Culture and Chaoyang Culture are certainly in competition, but Yuantai Culture is only a small part of the entire Yuantai system. This little competition is not enough for you to show that expression," Xiao Ziyu recalled the sentence Huang Wei was about to say, "Unless Huang Wei and you have a real conflict of interest."

He knew Yuan Heng's temper too well. If he wanted to pretend to be perfunctory to someone, he could act flawlessly. However, showing such obvious disgust could only mean that Yuan Heng was going to take action.

Yuan Heng did not deny: "So?"

Xiao Ziyu took a deep breath and said, "So, I want to sign a contract with Yuantai, but only if Yuantai provides me with shelter."

With his current abilities, it is impossible for him to compete with Huang Wei. As Huang Wei said, top-tier traffic stars are nothing special in his eyes, let alone him, a newcomer who has not yet entered the circle. If he had no protection and offended Huang Wei, he would have difficulty making progress in the entertainment industry.

"Huang Wei wants me to be his lover," Xiao Ziyu took out his phone, his tone unchanged, "I have a recording here where he personally admitted to having had this kind of relationship with someone else. You should be able to use it."

Yuan Heng didn't expect him to be able to do this, "Why don't you expose it yourself?"

"It's useless for me to expose it," Xiao Ziyu said calmly, "Huang Wei is too powerful. He will only say that I am speaking one-sidedly and may even retaliate against me."

"So you are seeking my protection?" Yuan Heng raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Xiao Ziyu shook his head: "I want to cooperate with you."

Yuan Heng lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on Xiao Ziyu's face.

I don’t know if it’s because the moonlight is too clear, but his face looks a bit cold and pale, making his skin look exceptionally smooth. The small mole on his left cheek is not a blemish, but rather a striking highlight.

Only his forehead was trembling slightly, as if he was not feeling well.

Yuan Heng set up his own media studio when he was in college. After returning to Yuantai over the years, countless people came to him to discuss cooperation.

He had seen strong, fawning, humble, and those who were trying to argue, but he had never seen anyone so calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant, as if he had expected that he would agree, and his slightly raised chin showed a bit of pride.

"I will ask Zheng Hong to draft a contract tomorrow," Yuan Heng said, "After the current work is completed, the company will help you arrange your schedule."

As if he had finally let go of the breath he had been holding, Xiao Ziyu's expression relaxed: "Thank you, Mr. Yuan."

The nerves that had been tense all night finally relaxed, and the pain that had been deliberately ignored spread like a tide. Xiao Ziyu couldn't help but raise his hand and press it under his ribs. He felt as if his internal organs were being whipped. The pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe for a moment.

Yuan Heng noticed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Xiao Ziyu bit his thin lip, not wanting to think of perfunctory words, "Mr. Yuan, go back and rest early."

"You make it seem like I'm being harsh on my employees," Yuan Heng supported him and pressed his stomach with his hand: "Here?"

"..." Xiao Ziyu let out a groan and almost cried out in pain.

I was drinking on an empty stomach and was also thinking about something, so the accumulated anger could not be released and my stomach became bloated and hard.

Zheng Hong was instructed to wait outside the store to pick someone up, but saw Yuan Heng coming out supporting Xiao Ziyu. He quickly got out of the car and opened the door, "What's going on?"

"Go to the nearest hospital." Yuan Heng said.

In just a few minutes, Xiao Ziyu's face had turned pale. He curled up against the car door, feeling the scenery outside the window covered with shadows and a constant buzzing sound in his ears.

I might be dying, he thought vaguely.

Even in the powerful Liang Dynasty, ordinary people would not see a doctor if they were sick with plague, and they could lose their lives if they accidentally caught a cold. Xiao Ziyu vaguely forgot what day it was. The cushion beside him suddenly sank, and the woody base of ambergris wrapped him. Yuan Heng pulled him and let him lean on him.

Zheng Hong glanced in the rearview mirror and said nothing.

The dining place was not far from the city center, so they went directly to the municipal hospital. This is not Yunjing, and Yuan Heng doesn't have any familiar chief physician, so he can only register and wait for a table according to the procedures.

At midnight, the emergency room was still overcrowded, with young people injured in fights and young children crying. Xiao Ziyu looked at the doctors and nurses coming in and out in a daze. The family members were extremely anxious and felt a little fear for no reason.

He had once experienced "death". The rolling heat waves burned, snatching the air from my mouth and nose, as if my internal organs were about to turn into ash...

Xiao Ziyu's name finally appeared on the LED scrolling screen. Yuan Heng accompanied him into the emergency room and said to the doctor, "I have a stomachache. I drank alcohol on an empty stomach tonight. I feel bloated."

The doctor looked at Xiao Ziyu inquiringly, his white coat awe-inspiring. Xiao Ziyu just nodded, and Yuan Heng had finished speaking.

"Listen first," the doctor put on the stethoscope and made an upward gesture. Before Xiao Ziyu could react, Yuan Heng next to him reached out and lifted up his clothes.

"What are you doing?" He pushed the other person away in response, and a blush appeared on Yuan Heng's wrist. Xiao Ziyu beat someone and begged for mercy quietly, "I feel much better now. I won't watch it anymore."

Yuan Heng's voice was rarely filled with helplessness: "Don't be afraid, it's just auscultation."

Through a thin layer of foundation, the cold stethoscope head was placed under Xiao Ziyu's ribs. He subconsciously held his breath, as if he could hear his own heartbeat.

This is how we treat illness in modern society.

When the body temperature gradually warmed up the stethoscope head, the doctor withdrew his hand and said, "It's stomach cramps. Just go get an IV."

Then he advised: "Young people should also pay attention to their health. If you drink like this again next time, you may have to have your stomach washed."

Xiao Ziyu didn't understand any of these professional names. After he left, he kept asking, "Don't you need to take medicine?"

"Injection." Yuan Heng threw down two words.

The hospital is short of beds and there are no single rooms. Xiao Ziyu entered the triple room, and the nurse soon came in with an IV.

"This is the fifth stomach cramp tonight," the nurse said, applying alcohol disinfectant to his hands expertly. "Don't worry, you'll be fine after the IV and a good night's sleep."

Xiao Ziyu didn't understand what was going on until the other party pulled out the shiny needle, then he suddenly became nervous.

Are you going to stab him with this?

Xiao Ziyu felt the hairs on his body stand up. Although acupuncture existed in ancient times, it was only mastered by the imperial physicians with high medical skills. Injecting water directly into the body like this was truly unheard of.

In the Daliang Dynasty, only criminals with serious crimes would be punished with acupuncture... Xiao Ziyu became more and more scared the more he thought about it. He was also worried that his loss of composure would scare others, so he could only pretend to be calm, and his drooping eyelashes kept trembling.

"It doesn't hurt," Yuan Heng pinched the back of his neck. Xiao Ziyu turned his head to look at him. Before he could see Yuan Heng's expression, he felt a pain on the back of his hand. The nurse had already applied the gauze neatly. "Remember to press the bell when you are almost done."

The medicine contained sedative and analgesic ingredients. Xiao Ziyu relaxed unconsciously and looked up at the drip bottle, where tiny bubbles were rising and falling.

"Get some sleep," Yuan Heng helped him lie down. The thin muscles under his palms were still stiff, and it was unknown what he was nervous about.

Even so, Xiao Ziyu still lay down as he was told and slowly closed his eyes. Just when Yuan Heng thought he was about to fall asleep, he moved again, stretched out the hand that was not receiving the IV and pulled his long hair above his head.

Yuan Heng: "..."

It was almost dawn. The crew had originally chartered a car to set off for the mountains early in the morning, but now it seemed that they would not be able to make it.

Yuan Heng left a message for Zheng Hong, asking him to book two new tickets. There was no bed for family members in the triple room, only a bench seat for the family members. It would be too much trouble to go back to the Courtyard by Marriott, so Yuan Heng found an excuse for himself and decided to condescend to stay on the bench seat for half the night.

Xiao Ziyu's clinic was a middle-aged lady. Her husband was sleeping soundly on a bench. When she noticed Yuan Heng coming over, she moved her butt to make room for him and said in a daze, "You come and accompany your wife too."

Without waiting for Yuan Heng to say anything, he turned over and fell asleep again, still muttering: "This woman has a weak stomach. She usually indulges in those cold and sweet things, and then suffers after that."

In just a few days of meeting Xiao Ziyu, Yuan Heng had already spent the night on a chair twice. He was in no mood to complain, so he closed his eyes and rested with his elder brother.

Xiao Ziyu lay in bed unaware of anything. The dull pain under his ribs faintly pulled at his nerves. It seemed that he had experienced this kind of pain before in his memory...

The year he married the prince, Yuan Heng issued a general amnesty and released all criminals except those on death row. They even held a Mid-Autumn Festival family dinner for the first time, and the princes and princesses who had lived in the deep palace for a long time, as well as concubines of all ranks were invited to attend.

The harem and the front court were lively again after a long time. Yuan Heng knew that the prince loved to listen to music, so he invited a troupe from outside the palace and let Xiao Ziyu choose the songs himself.

At the banquet, Xiao Ziyu sat next to Yuan Heng. When he was refilling tea for the prince, Yuan Heng hooked his belt and said, "The actor's waist is not as soft as yours. He is not qualified."

Yuan Heng was a little drunk. He always acted recklessly. He used two fingers to push aside the complicated robe and reached inside, rubbing it hard on the waist. Xiao Ziyu's hands trembled, and some of the tea spilled out. He was afraid that someone would see it, "Your Highness, please respect yourself..."

At the Mid-Autumn family dinner, the two of them cuddled together like entwined mandarin ducks, and the ministers who came to the dinner all shook their heads and sighed. Yuan Heng has always been rude, and he has never held any family banquets since he placed the old emperor under house arrest. Today's banquet was held with great fanfare, and a number of important ministers from the previous dynasty were invited, but it was clearly a Hongmen Banquet.

All of Yuan Heng's actions this year were meant to announce to the world that he had decided to marry this woman, and that those impeachment memorials had better stop and not get in the way anymore.

How could Xiao Ziyu not know what was in his mind? Unfortunately, he was not as thick-skinned as Yuan Heng and could not act recklessly in front of others. In order to divert the prince's attention, he took the initiative to explain: "The dance he danced is called "Frost Sky", which is a folk dance in the Lingnan region, also known as the sword dance."

At first, Yuan Heng asked him to enter the Eastern Palace under the pretext of accompanying the prince in study and explaining the customs of ancient Shu.

Yuan Heng was still not satisfied: "This sword dance is far from good, it's soft and powerless."

"He's just an actor, all he does is show off his fancy moves," Xiao Ziyu put down the teacup and turned around, only to find Yuan Heng looking at him with a smile.

Yuan Heng just got married this year. He usually has a gloomy face and looks majestic, but when he smiles, it is like the spring ice breaking, and the peach blossoms on both sides of the river are in full bloom, creating a bright and beautiful scene.

Xiao Ziyu's heart moved, and he reached out to cover Yuan Heng's wrist: "Your Highness, you are drunk."

Yuan Heng turned and held him back: "Nanzhu, you have to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with me in the future."

Xiao Ziyu coaxed, "How about I accompany Your Highness for the rest of my life?"

Yuan Heng shook his head again: "Life is only a few decades long, a lifetime is too short."

"I want you to stay by my side for the rest of my life."

As soon as he finished speaking, the actor on the stage lost his pace, jumped on the tiptoes, and stabbed at Yuan Heng with a sword in a dazzled manner!

The sword blade that was soft just now became as sharp as a knife. The music stopped abruptly and screams rang out. Xiao Ziyu's mind was blank, with only Yuan Heng's smile remaining. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he pushed Yuan Heng away fiercely. The assassin didn't expect that the sword's force would deviate slightly and go straight into Xiao Ziyu's ribs!

Just now I said that a lifetime is too short, but now I feel that a moment is too long.

Xiao Ziyu felt like he was about to die. The sword pierced through his thin body and came out of his chest. The pain that followed made him faint suddenly.

"Nanzhu!" Yuan Heng's face was stained with blood, his expression was almost frozen, and he looked full of disbelief.

Since then, Xiao Ziyu has been recuperating in bed for half a year without being able to recover. He also couldn't understand why he had to block the sword for Yuan Heng... or rather, he didn't dare to figure it out.

Not only him, this sword also became a cage that trapped Yuan Heng. Later, his assassination attempt failed and he was imprisoned in the East Palace by Yuan Heng. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince pressed him with red eyes, forcing him, asking him again and again whether he was in the same group with the assassin that year, otherwise why did he save him and then come to hurt him.

"You have been lying to me since then!" Yuan Heng was furious.

Xiao Ziyu never explained. He wanted to say that it was because the Crown Prince had a beautiful smile at that time, that the promise Yuan Heng asked for was too good to be true, or that his mind was blank and certain reactions had become instinctive. However, this answer could not even convince himself.

The long night's dream was over, and Xiao Ziyu slept until dawn. The old dream was broken halfway through, and after waking up, he felt refreshed and trance-like.

The IV bottle was empty and there was a Band-Aid on the back of his hand. He couldn't help but peel it off and take a look, and found a tiny pinhole.

It was just daybreak when a streak of blood-red appeared on the misty blue sky. The ward was quiet. Xiao Ziyu pushed the quilt away, got out of bed, and stood in front of the chairs.

After a night, a thin layer of stubble appeared on Yuan Heng's chin. He casually took off his expensive suit jacket and draped it on the armrest. His shirt cuffs were rolled up in two. A few blue veins spread on his naturally drooping wrists, and the outline of his bulging muscles could be seen under the black cloth.

Xiao Ziyu stretched out his fingers and traced his eyebrows from a distance of more than one meter. Except for the lack of long hair and jade crown, Yuan Heng was exactly the same as the Crown Prince in his dream. After falling asleep, those eyes lost their aggression, and instead, the straight nose and well-defined lips were more eye-catching.

Before he could appreciate it enough, Yuan Heng's eyelids trembled and he woke up. His whole face suddenly became lively, with a flamboyant expression: "Still watching?"

Xiao Ziyu didn't expect that the other party was awake, so he asked, "You're not asleep?"

"Why don't you lie down and try to see if you can fall asleep." Yuan Heng's long legs were slightly bent. He slept in a half-asleep state that night, and his temples ached slightly. He leaned back against the wall, his eyebrows were like broken swords, slanting into his temples, his Adam's apple was clearly defined, like a lion that had not gotten enough sleep, and he had a very bad temper.

On the first day of joining Yuantai, Xiao Ziyu asked his boss to stay with him in bed. He was still aware of the situation: "Thank you for your care last night. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Yuan Heng glanced at his phone. It was only seven o'clock. I thought I would miss the bus, but I didn't expect to catch it early. He stood up holding his suit and said, "Let's go. It's still not too late to go back now."

He had long arms and legs, and the gaps between his bones seemed to have grown after curling up all night. For a moment, he felt his legs were a little weak, and his tall body swayed.

Xiao Ziyu saw this and felt a little bad for Yuan Heng, who was already weak and had to stay up all night with him. "Staying up late will hurt your vitality. I'll cook you some soup to replenish your vitality and blood when I have a chance."

"You're already making promises to your boss on your first day at work?" Yuan Heng glanced at him. "If you feel embarrassed, then just make more money for me to exploit, and don't do anything unnecessary."

Speaking of money, Xiao Ziyu remembered: "I have already paid you back for the meal that day."

Yuan Heng nodded. He received the transfer and deliberately did not reply to the message, expecting Xiao Ziyu to ask, "Why, do you want me to thank you?"

"Then we are done with each other," Xiao Ziyu said, "After I sign the contract with Yuantai, it will be a new beginning."

The morning light was dim, dispelling the blue shadows of the night and coating the jawline with a layer of fluffy edges. Yuan Heng stretched out his right hand: "Welcome to join Yuantai."

Xiao Ziyu was stunned for a moment and shook hands with him. It was only later that Yuan Heng realized that he knew the correct way to shake hands. When they first met at Meng's house, he covered the back of his hand with his palm.

As if in response to something, the sun in the distance struggled to jump above the horizon, making up for the missed beat of my heart.

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