When Jiang Yixing arrived at the set the next day, she found that Zeng Yuan was not there. At first, she thought that Zeng Yuan had asked for leave, and that his scenes had been postponed as well.
Jiang Yixing saw Rong Hang again on the film set.
Rong Hang had already changed into his costume: a light blue glossy inner lining, a dark blue floral patterned light white outer robe, a light blue belt around his waist, and a pair of emerald green jade pendants hanging from his waist.
He wore the same clothes as Zeng Yuan, but as soon as Rong Hang appeared, no one remembered what Zeng Yuan had worn.
His eyes could only see the person in front of him, with handsome features, sideburns as if cut by a knife, narrow fox eyes, and lips as bright as if they were painted with lipstick. His extremely beautiful face did not show any femininity, and his eyes were dark and deep.
What are you doing here?
Jiang Yixing was still wearing ordinary casual clothes. When he walked in and stood next to Rong Hang, he immediately felt a sense of time travel.
Rong Hang looked like an ancient person. He was dressed in ancient costume and exuded a powerful aura. His black hair was tied up high, and he stood upright.
"I'll play Jiang Shengnan."
A hint of surprise flashed across Jiang Yixing's eyes.
Jiang Shengnan is a character played by Zeng Yuan, and is also the only romantic partner of Senior Sister Yin Mengran in the drama.
So that explains Zeng Yuan's absence these past few days.
Jiang Yixing smiled and said, "Then I look forward to your guidance in the future, Jiang Shengnan."
Rong Hang nodded, his dark eyes sparkling, his face as beautiful as a peach blossom.
Rong Hang's schedule was very tight, so Fang Zhixing compressed all of his and Jiang Yixing's main scenes into these few days.
Jiang Yixing stood beside Rong Hang. She had already done her makeup and hair, and was still wearing her unchanging plain-colored robe and the long sword she never parted with. The two stood facing each other, one looking heroic and spirited, the other aloof and graceful.
Fang Zhixing seized every moment. Once everything was ready on site, he didn't pause: "Action!"
Jiang Sheng walked from the other end of the main road, followed by disciples of his sect. He walked slowly and unhurriedly, attracting the attention of passersby.
"Who is that? He's so good-looking!"
"Jiang Shengnan!"
"That's a genius second only to Yin Mengran! The ideal cultivation partner in the hearts of countless young women!"
Jiang Shengnan seemed not to hear the whispers around him, and continued to walk to the main gate of Xiangyang Gate at his own pace.
There was a cultivator waiting there, dressed in white, with a smile on her lips. She approached from afar, her voice neither obsequious nor cold, but just the right amount of enthusiasm: "Fellow Daoist Jiang."
"Fellow Daoist Yin."
Jiang Shengnan's voice was cold and his face was expressionless, but his gaze lingered on Yin Mengran for a second longer.
This brief pause was captured entirely by the camera.
Behind the monitor, Fang Zhixing clenched his fist tightly. Good!
Yin Mengran stepped aside to make way, but Jiang Shengnan did not move forward. He looked at Yin Mengran and uttered two words: "Together."
After a moment of hesitation, Yin Mengran's smile deepened. "Okay."
The two then walked together, standing side by side, followed by the cultivators from Jinan Mountain.
One was dressed in white, the other in black; one was tall, the other short; the two looked exceptionally harmonious.
The cultivators from Jinan Mountain behind them knew their senior brother's temperament and dared not speak out.
Meanwhile, the other cultivators along the way had already started discussing, "Hey, are those Yin Mengran and Jiang Shengnan? They have a personal relationship too?"
"Never heard of her, but Yin Mengran is a candidate for the future sect leader. Is she just here to receive guests from various sects?"
"Wow, these two are truly a perfect match, as expected of geniuses who have consistently topped the rankings."
"Pah, pah, pah! What a perfect match! It's just an act, all polite formalities!"
These idle gossips reached Yin Mengran's ears without missing a single word. She slightly turned her head to glance at Jiang Shengnan, but remained calm and composed.
Yin Mengran's peach blossom eyes spread with a smile, and the corners of her eyes curled up in a cute arc.
Jiang Shengnan moved his throat slightly and met Yin Mengran's gaze.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds before Jiang Shengnan turned his head away first.
“Fellow Daoist Jiang, they say we’re just putting on an act.”
Yin Mengran's voice was like the low rumble of wind blowing through a valley, somewhat hoarse and not very pleasant to listen to.
However, Jiang Shengnan felt a gentle tickling on his eardrum, which stirred a flutter in his heart.
"no."
"Not what?"
Jiang Shengnan parted her red lips slightly, her eyelashes drooping, "This is not just an act."
Yin Mengran let out two muffled laughs, a low chuckle that stirred someone's heart. "Is that so?"
Apart from the lines being spoken by the two actors, the scene was completely quiet, with everyone listening and watching silently.
The two actors' performance was more brilliant than ever before. They seemed to be a perfect match, and an ambiguous and sweet atmosphere surrounded Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang, enveloping the entire set.
The confrontation between Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang is also the confrontation between Jiang Shengnan and Yin Mengran in the play.
Jiang Shengnan was restrained and self-controlled, but Yin Mengran pressed on relentlessly.
The two tentatively explored each other's feelings, unintentionally flirting with one another.
The subtle emotions within the room continued to emanate, but Fang Zhixing promptly called a halt and then let out a long sigh of relief.
Not only the actors, but even the director himself couldn't help but feel anxious about the future development of the two characters.
As soon as the director finished speaking, Jiang Yixing stepped out of the character. The character himself was somewhat similar to himself, so he was quite comfortable playing the role.
However, this is the first time I've been so fully engaged.
Jiang Yixing's smile faded; he had been completely led astray by Rong Hang.
Rong Hang was experiencing a surge of emotions that he couldn't distinguish between the character's and his own. This was the first time he had found it difficult to break free from the role.
After regaining his senses, Jiang Yixing in front of him suddenly showed a hint of loneliness.
Rong Hang pursed his lips. "Jiang Yixing."
His voice was cold and sharp, like a mountain spring or a snow lotus on an iceberg: "You acted exceptionally well just now."
Jiang Yixing looked up and immediately saw into Rong Hang's eyes. The usual deep look in his eyes melted away, leaving only a hint of tenderness hidden deep within.
She awoke as if from a dream, from the depths of the silent mountain.
"Is that so?"
Her voice, which wasn't deliberately suppressed, was clear and melodious, with a slight vibrato at the end, gliding over the eardrum.
Rong Hang suddenly reached out a hand and firmly grasped Jiang Yixing's wrist, which was surprisingly thin.
"Jiang Yixing," he called her name again, "you are very good."
The cool spiritual energy flowed into Jiang Yixing's meridians, and he suddenly woke up.
She looked around, and finally a smile, as always, appeared on her lips. "Ah, we've been tricked."
Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang attacked simultaneously, their two streams of spiritual energy heading straight for the figure in the corner.
The figure fled in panic, but how could it possibly be a match for Jiang Yixing's vines?
He had just turned and left the courtyard when green vines wrapped around his ankles. The vines resembled the legendary bloodsucking vines, constantly devouring his spiritual energy.
He struggled violently, but the next second, a chilling ice spread from below, pinning him firmly to the spot.
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