Chapter 106 I Don’t Understand

Yan Jing's question immediately set off a bolt of lightning in Jun Qiulan's heart.

He was so shocked that he was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

"W-what?" He couldn't believe his ears.

If they hadn't known each other for so long, he would have really thought that Yan Jing was harassing him in the workplace.

Yan Jing also realized that there might be something wrong with what he said just now.

He was rather helpless. "You haven't seen your costume yet? The costume for the dance scene."

Jun Qiulan shook his head and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Yan Jing felt a little guilty for a few seconds. "After all, this is a scene from the Imperial Music Bureau. That dance scene was designed to humiliate you, a nobleman. So, your outfit... everything else is fine, but the main thing is that you have to show your waist."

Jun Qiulan: "..."

Yan Jing looked at Jun Qiulan's slender figure, her waist that could almost be held in one hand, and unconsciously looked away.

Then he continued to explain: "Actually, it's okay not to have abdominal muscles. It would look better if you had abdominal muscles. You don't need those exaggerated muscles, just a thin layer of muscles will do."

Jun Qiulan was speechless, then hesitated to speak.

Now that we are on the pirate ship, what else can we say?

Everyone knows that Yan Jing has the final say in the crew. Can he retort by saying that he doesn't want to wear a belly-baring outfit?

After all, it's a sacrifice for art, so it's no big deal.

So, from that day on, in addition to dancing, Jun Qiulan also had to focus on training her abdominal muscles.

He has been practicing martial arts for many years and originally had a thin layer of muscles, but he knew that this thin layer of muscles might not be obvious under the camera, so he needed to deepen it.

He didn't quite understand how to effectively develop abdominal muscles in this world, so he simply asked Teacher Tang Qing for advice.

Tang Qing rolled her eyes and said, "You can ask Yan Jing directly about this. Both of them have good figures."

Jun Qiulan reasonably suspected that this was a trap, just waiting for him to jump.

How could he not see the 'hit' in Tang Qing's eyes?

Jun Qiulan was in a very complicated mood, so she sent a message directly to Yan Jing.

He originally watched several fitness bloggers online, but the movements were all weird.

Some bloggers say that this movement is effective, while others say that it is ineffective and harmful to the body.

Jun Qiulan couldn't tell the difference accurately. Of course, if he kept practicing martial arts, he would have a way to train his abdominal muscles, but now that he was on the crew, he had better be cautious.

Liu Yue could guess that it was because the contact was too close, and he himself was not vigilant enough.

It's okay to just trust someone, but there are many people on the crew and they all have their own eyes, so you still have to be careful.

After a while, Yan Jing replied, sent him a location, and asked him to come over in the evening.

After reading it, Jun Qiulan really wanted to roll her eyes without caring about her image.

The location is in the hotel.

What is their relationship now, the relationship between director and actor.

The director sent a message to the actors asking them to go to the hotel at night???

He is no longer the same person who just came into this world.

He already knows a lot of industry jargon.

This is an unspoken rule, a definite unspoken rule.

Thinking of this, Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing again.

He knew Yan Jing would not do such a thing.

To use a phrase the madam said in the brothel before, with his looks, it's hard to say who will be the one to have sex with when he goes looking for girls.

This sentence is also suitable for Yan Jing.

Jun Qiulan secretly laughed for a long time before replying to Yan Jing.

When the time came, he took a taxi directly from the dance studio to the hotel.

After arriving at the hotel, he sent a message to Yan Jing, and Yan Jing asked him to go upstairs to the room first.

Jun Qiulan just went up and knocked on the door. He wished he could keep his eyes on the house.

Yan Jing was not wearing any clothes.

No, that's not right, just a bathrobe.

Like just taken a shower.

Yan Jing didn't seem to mind. He just thought Jun Qiulan's averted gaze was a little cute. He smiled and said, "Sit down for a while. I'll change my clothes and talk to you about something."

Jun Qiulan felt a little dizzy and said "oh" stupidly.

Some printed papers were scattered on the sofa in the large suite.

Jun Qiulan took a glance and saw that it was a script.

The contracts have been signed, and now we have joined the crew and started filming. We often discuss the script together, and we have a general idea of ​​what the story is like.

Is the script changed again now?

Jun Qiulan couldn't help but pick it up and take a look.

Oh, it was his own part that was changed.

He's been almost immersed in the story lately, and suddenly the script was changed for him?

Jun Qiulan was quite helpless, but fortunately his scenes had not been filmed yet, so it was understandable that there were adjustments now.

I read it roughly and didn't make many changes. It can be regarded as adding a scene for him.

The young man in gorgeous clothes fell from the clouds and changed into prison clothes.

Jun Qiulan didn't quite understand the reason for adding this scene.

The original play was about his family being demoted, some being beheaded, some being exiled. After the imperial edict was announced, when it was his turn for the next scene, he had almost starved to death in the Jiaofangsi.

There is no such "changing clothes" scene in the middle.

"Don't understand?" Yan Jing had already changed into sportswear.

Well, tight.

For Jun Qiulan, it would be better if you didn't wear this kind of clothes.

how?

Is Yan Jing ready to open the screen?

No one took the initiative to explain the subtleties between him and Yan Jing, and they always maintained a just right distance.

Jun Qiulan still doesn't understand what the feelings in his heart are like, and because of his background and the heavy responsibility he shoulders, he can't take this step rashly.

Where is Yan Jing?

Jun Qiulan didn’t understand, nor was she willing to think about it. She even thought that the way they got along before was actually very good.

So what happened today?

He is also an adult.

As soon as he arrived at the hotel lobby, he sent a message to Yan Jing, and Yan Jing replied almost immediately. He came up from downstairs. Wasn't it enough time for Yan Jing to put on his clothes?

Jun Qiulan looked up at Yan Jing and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yan Jing was not willing to be outdone and looked over with his eyes lowered.

It seemed as if something sparked.

Yan Jing asked, "Don't understand?"

Jun Qiulan responded with a smile: "I don't know if I should understand."

Yan Jing added: "I'm talking about the script."

Jun Qiulan: "I'm also talking about the script."

Yan Jing couldn't help laughing, okay.

"Then let me tell you."

"OK."

In fact, the inspiration for adding this scene came from Yan Jing's fans and the Hanfu that Jun Qiulan wore last time.

Although it's a bit perverted, the audience sometimes really likes to watch the proud child fall from grace.

It sounds a bit cheesy.

Jun Qiulan thought thoughtfully: "They have such thoughts, do they know it themselves?"

Yan Jing smiled: "They may not know, but they must like it."

Jun Qiulan seemed to be lost in thought.

Now, he probably still doesn't quite understand what beauty, strength, and tragedy are, and what a sense of brokenness is.

"By the way, does your master's wife have time recently? If possible, you can let your master's wife make your gorgeous clothes. We will provide the fabric and the price is negotiable."

His original intention was to take care of the business of this senior.

In Yan Jing's understanding, Master Jun Qiulan and his family lived in seclusion in a small village, and they also led a group of villagers to make folding fans and earn a little money. They should not be considered financially wealthy.

Some time ago, he heard from the management and finance department he had assigned to Qingfeng Temple that Jun Qiulan had ordered a batch of food for pig feed in the name of the Taoist temple.

In addition, Fengcheng is not a wealthy place, so it can be seen that the situation in the village will not be too good.

Of course, Mr. Yan Geng is not interested in fame and fortune. He would rather write inscriptions and paint on folding fans than leave the seclusion. I guess he doesn't value money either.

But life must be secure. If you earn more money, your living standards will improve.

According to Taoist Master Qingheng, Jun Qiulan started learning calligraphy from Mr. Yangeng at a very young age. Presumably, Jun Qiulan was also subsidizing his master and his mistress's family.

Yan Jing wanted Mr. Yangeng to write and draw for the movie, also to indirectly increase their family income, and the same was true for making clothes this time.

What should I do if Jun Qiulan has a headache?

My parents are so powerful, but now they can't come here and can't make money here honestly.

Moreover, his parents now have their own careers in the other world and are very busy every day. Jun Qiulan privately feels that what his parents are doing now is the right thing to do.

Having goals and pursuits in life, no longer just seeking to have enough food and clothing, my parents' whole spirit and energy are different.

Besides, the school is on vacation, so my parents can have a few days off.

He is the son, not the father. He can't always ask his parents to do things for him.

"I'm afraid I can't do it recently. My master's wife is busy and can't spare the time. The cheongsam I replied to Grandma Fu is not yet finished." Jun Qiulan took out another letter: "Oh, this is my master's reply to Grandpa Yan."

Yan Jing knew that Jun Qiulan was a smart man and would understand his intention, but Jun Qiulan still refused, which proved that he really had no time.

Come to think of it, Mr. Yan Geng has to paint so many folding fans every day, and his wife probably has to take care of the family as well.

He added, "Grandma doesn't lack clothes either, so tell your mistress not to worry."

Jun Qiulan smiled.

Last time, Grandma Fu gave him a brocade box. When he took it back, he found out that it was a pair of jade pendants with dragon and phoenix. The workmanship and water content were both excellent. He didn't know how much it was worth in modern times, but in ancient times, it could be sold at a very good price.

My parents couldn’t put it down when they got it.

In the past, he had a noble status and his mother was good at business, so he had no shortage of these things. But after being exiled to the border town, he just wanted to have enough food and clothing at first, so how could he care about these things?

Later, when I became rich, I no longer cared about these material possessions.

What comes by chance is what truly makes a couple happy.

Since they had given me such an expensive gift, my mother felt embarrassed to let someone else make the cheongsam as she had to be busy with school matters.

Naturally, the construction period was delayed again and again.

Let’s forget about asking Master Jun Qiulan to make the clothes. There are embroidery masters here anyway. With Yan Jing’s connections and financial resources, there is no need to worry about not finding a suitable embroiderer.

The two chatted about the script for a while before heading to the hotel gym.

Jun Qiulan realized it later: "You haven't been home during this period?"

Yan Jing smiled: "You care about me so much?"

Jun Qiulan choked up a bit, "I just didn't ask that."

Yan Jing had a hard time holding back his laughter, and only explained after a while.

"If there are no night scenes and I finish work early, I will still go home. If it's too late, I will stay in the hotel."

The courtyard is a bit far from the film and television base, and it takes an hour to go back and forth, which is not necessary.

Yan Jing has never pursued speed and efficiency in his works. Since he has enough money, he only pursues quality.

Many times, a play is actually rehearsed in one day.

Repeatedly polish and shoot, if the end of a day's shooting still does not meet Yan Jing's requirements, then continue the next day.

Of course, if the situation is good and a scene is finished early on the same day, he will let everyone go home early.

He is not Zhou Paopi either.

Only when actors eat well, sleep well and rest well can they have full emotions to enter the roles in the movie.

Yan Jing never believed that suffering leads to glory.

Suffering is suffering.

Suffering is not worth singing about.

Of course, it is reasonable to suffer for a role.

If you are in this line of work, you should love it. At the very least, the pay he offers is not low. For the sake of money, you should do your best.

Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "Your crew is indeed the most harmonious crew I have ever seen in my career."

They say everyone is equal, but it seems like there are different levels in the crew?

This may be biased.

However, there is very little communication between actors with high status, actors who have just debuted, and extras, and it is difficult for them to become friends.

Everyone in Yan Jing's crew, regardless of gender, age or status, was having a great time.

Even if they were joking around one second and slapping each other in front of the camera the next, once the filming is over, everyone will return to a harmonious atmosphere.

Yan Jing smiled and said, "Maybe it's the money?"

The contract he signed was as thick as a book, and each rule had corresponding liquidated damages.

In other crews, during filming, if the second and third male characters quarreled on the Internet, most directors would not intervene. After all, it would increase the popularity of the movie or TV series. However, he would not allow such a situation to happen.

The hotel's gym.

"It's actually not difficult to train your abdominal muscles." Yan Jing became serious now.

There are tools.

Jun Qiulan had never used it before, so he watched Yan Jing demonstrate it to him, and he soon found the trick.

"I don't require you to develop angular muscles, just nice lines are enough."

Jun Qiulan still didn't quite understand how beautiful this line was.

Let’s practice first.

Those male anchors who are on the edge of the line on the Internet will work hard to keep in shape. It's normal for him to train his abdominal muscles for filming a movie.

Yan Jing is also a fitness coach. Unless it is necessary, he will never take action. He will only demonstrate and guide from the side.

Jun Qiulan is also very serious when studying.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

Yan Jing looked at the time and said, "It's almost time. Let's practice another day. You can't become a fat man in one bite."

Jun Qiulan teased him: "If I became a fat man now, you would probably cry."

Yan Jing couldn't help laughing, "Come on, you've got me in your hands. Do you want to take a shower before going home?"

To avoid misunderstanding, he quickly explained, "There are shower rooms in the gym, too."

Jun Qiulan didn't bring any change of clothes. "I'd better go back and rest early. Can I still use the gym even if I'm not staying here?"

Yan Jing waved his hand: "No need, I'll send it to the dance studio for you tomorrow so you don't have to run around every day."

Jun Qiulan: "...Okay."

He simply didn't know what to say.

While continuing to train his abdominal muscles, Jun Qiulan also did not forget about the things that happened in ancient times.

Now his father takes care of all the outside affairs for him, but he can't just not care about anything.

Fortunately, he had to practice dancing every day, and it was not his turn yet. If he was late occasionally, Teacher Tang Qing would not say anything, and Yan Jing would also turn a blind eye.

That day, he got up early again.

I didn't go to the crew to practice dancing. I just changed my clothes and went out.

It rained for three consecutive days since I won the award last time, and it hasn't rained since then.

But it was because of these three days of rain that the drought in the border town was greatly alleviated.

Even in several surrounding towns and state capitals, it rained and the situation was gradually improving.

The current problem is still food shortage.

Previously, the governors of several nearby prefectures had personally come to the border town just to ask Senior Brother Duan Wen for grain seeds.

They all knew that if the surrounding states could not survive the drought, their border town would definitely be affected.

However, their capabilities were limited, and the sweet potato vines distributed to other states were not many.

Now that the harvest has come, they finally know what kind of magical food Duan Wen has given them.

But it’s not enough, far from enough.

The people of a city also include the counties, towns, and villages under its jurisdiction.

Everyone is waiting for disaster relief food.

Even though the drought has eased now, the grain harvest in the fields this year is destined to not catch up with the harvest in previous years.

What will follow is that the people will not have enough to eat.

They also wrote to the court countless times, requesting the court to send some disaster relief food, but all the memorials they submitted fell into the sea and there was no response.

It is now time to harvest the sweet potatoes. They know that there are a lot of them planted in the border town, and every village has received seeds, so there should be quite a bit of surplus.

Several prefects came together just to borrow grain.

Su Changxun and Jun Yu both thought this was a good opportunity.

These cities are all close to the border and their lands are adjacent to each other. If they want to develop and reform, they can't just let the border cities become rich while the surrounding areas are so poor that they can't even afford to eat, right?

How will they convince people then?

The people in the border town have gradually changed their lives thanks to this year's sweet potatoes, several policies, literacy programs, and technical schools.

This time, several prefects from the surrounding areas came to visit.

Then they have to recruit them too.

We don't ask them to follow them now, but we hope that they won't reveal what's happening here for the time being.

Store up food and slowly become king.

The food reserves are not enough. Unless it is absolutely necessary, now is not the time to confront the imperial court head-on.

Let it develop for a while first.

When the people live a good life, it will no longer be something a few prefects can control.

The people want to live a good life in the border town, and as a local official, you are stopping them?

How can this official continue to function if he loses the support of the people?

Fortunately, since these prefects came to borrow grain for the people several times, they were not bad people in nature.

Duan Mansion.

Several prefects sat together, their brows full of solemnity.

"Master Duan, you invited us here today, isn't it for food?"

Duan Wen smiled like an old fox, "Don't you gentlemen want to know the origin of this grain? I am here today to introduce you to the supplier of the grain seeds."

Several prefects were delighted when they heard this.

If we could talk directly with the grain suppliers, it would just be a matter of spending money and getting more grain back, so the people would have a way to survive.

Until they saw Jun Qiulan and Jun Yu, father and son, walking in side by side.

"Master Duan, these two?"

Among them was an old prefect who was demoted to the position of prefect. He was also a Beijing official before. His official position was not high, but he could occasionally see the emperor.

Then, there is no reason why he has not seen the former Crown Prince.

His heart sank immediately. Today's matter might not be as simple as discussing food.

He knew that the deposed prince and his family were exiled to a border town. At first, he was feeling lucky that they were not exiled to the provincial capital under his jurisdiction, which was obviously a hot potato.

He had never heard any news about this family, so he naturally thought that they had just been languishing in the border town, perhaps not even surviving.

I saw the result today.

The father and son were dressed in fine clothes, and it was obvious that they were not living a poor life.

Seeing that Duan Wen treated both the father and the son with respect, what else could he not guess?

Shivering.

Duan Wen smiled and said, "Comrade Jun is the provider of the food. Why don't you talk to him directly?"

Jun Qiulan politely greeted everyone: "Junior greets the adults."

A few people felt something was wrong. They thought that this young master was a businessman, and merchants had to show some respect when meeting officials.

But they did not see such emotions in this young man, who even referred to himself as a junior.

Knowing the identity of Jun Qiulan's family, the prefect Tao Yin sighed, "Your Highness, Prince, it's been many years since we last met, and you're still as elegant as ever."

Jun Qiulan bowed and said, "Ask Lord Tao if he is well."

Tao Yin was a little surprised. Jun Qiulan actually still remembered him?

No, it might also be that Duan Wen told him in advance.

The other prefects were really panicking at this moment.

How could they not understand Tao Yin's words?

This, this, this is the deposed crown prince.

In an instant, everything they couldn't understand became clear.

No wonder Duan Wen always keeps people in suspense.

Don’t they understand the current situation?

Rebellion, these two big words were imprinted in their hearts, making their hearts almost stop beating.

They have no connections in the court, otherwise they would not have served as officials for so many years and still ended up as prefects of poor provinces.

Basically, they are all over 40 or 50 years old. What they seek now is not promotion or wealth, but to let the people in their jurisdiction live a good life for a few days. That is enough.

But rebellion will result in deaths.

The timid ones now want to run away, just as if he had never been here. If they don’t have food, they can find a way to borrow it from other places.

I really don't want to get involved in such a big thing that could cost me my life.

etc!

Someone else realized that to rebel, one must have an army.

The army of the border town is led by General Huo.

Could it be that General Huo has also turned against us?

You know, several of their provincial capitals are close to the border cities, and there are troops stationed there to ensure safety. The generals of these armies are all General Huo's subordinates.

Can they still escape?

Jun Qiulan noticed the expressions of the old ministers.

However, we still need to make things clear.

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