Director Cang Shu thought that if he was going to film a film, he had to film it in the best, most comprehensive way that reflects the real history to the greatest extent possible. After listening to Zhu Jin's more intuitive historical knowledge, he and screenwriter Ma Tang set up a very large story framework, from the heyday to the change of dynasties, and the characters ranged from kings and generals to the lowest civilians, and it was expected that as many characters as possible would be involved. The time span was originally set to be 200 to 300 years.

According to director Cang Shu's conservative estimate, this historical drama would take at least a hundred episodes to be successfully filmed.

After reading the general outline of the story, Zhu Jin was impressed by director Cang Shu and screenwriter Ma Tang. The story was not far-fetched, it was all real history, and some important characters were not fictional, they were all verifiable. Yesterday, she gave them a rough idea of ​​the era, story, and characters that they could choose according to their ideas. Unexpectedly, not only did they choose it, they even wrote a coherent and good plot.

"It's so fast." Zhu Jin exclaimed.

"We can't wait to start filming and see the finished product." Director Cang Shu laughed, and Ma Tang also breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from Zhu Jin's expression, it was feasible.

"Okay, you guys continue to study your script stories. I have to chat with... Zhu Jin about this ancient city first." Qingshuangzi interrupted, "Without my ancient city, everything is useless."

"Let you, let you." Director Cang Shu knew that what she said was true. The most important thing at the moment was the ancient city. The project was too huge and would take longer.

"…I went to inspect the approved land today. This is a bird's-eye view of the land…" Qingshuangzi introduced to Zhu Jin, "…You need to tell me about the general planning of the ancient city, its characteristics, and what it will look like. Only with a basic concept can I plan and design…"

The houses, roads, and everything else now are completely different from before. It's hard for Zhu Jin to describe the characteristics. Zhu Jin thought about it and discussed with Qingshuangzi, "Otherwise, I'll simply draw the appearance of the ancient city first, so that it will be easier for us to explain it when we talk about it."

"That's great!" Qingshuangzi clapped his hands, opened the drawing software and handed it to Zhu Jin, "Here."

"Can I... draw with a pen?" Zhu Jin took it and looked at it, then looked up and said that when she learned how to use this thing, she must have already drawn it.

"Yes, of course." Qingshuangzi was stunned for a moment and nodded quickly, "I saw you writing calligraphy on the show, and I saw the embroidery you left in prison, so I knew you were good at painting." He looked around with emotion and asked Cangshu, "Director Cang, do you have any brushes and ink?"

"You don't need pen and ink. I have them in my car. You can go get them. But you need paper. I need very large sheets of paper. Only large enough can you draw the ancient city." If you want to draw an ancient city on paper, the paper must be large.

"How big do you want the paper?" Cangshu immediately came over and asked.

"This big." Zhu Jin opened his hands and drew a circle.

“…Okay, I got it.” Cang Shu nodded silently and contacted the staff below.

After the guard sister brought up the pens and ink that Zhu Jin had left on the flying car just in case, the staff also brought up paper. Because they heard that we wanted to draw, they took the drawing tools on their own initiative, and there were all kinds of colors.

Zhu Jin looked at it and decided to use the brush he was most familiar with.

When the drawing paper was spread out, it was too big, so it was finally moved to another room and hung on the wall. The lifting tools were found for Zhu Jin, and Zhu Jin looked at the paper, thought about it, and started to draw.

Once he started writing, Zhu Jin never stopped.

The ancient city outlined by Zhu Jin combines the imperial city where he was born in his previous life and the city where he and his father later depended on each other. The two cities, one in the east and one in the west, are perfectly integrated and surround the imperial palace.

Zhu Jin used the simplest strokes and the simplest black background color to outline the city's contours and the artistic conception of the ancient city. He first painted the downtown residential area, the streets, the houses, and the people one after another, which were too numerous to take in. When Qingshuangzi had forgotten to breathe and was amazed, Zhu Jin began to depict the imperial palace.

Completely different from the lively and friendly downtown before, the palace described by Zhu Jin is solemn, majestic, magnificent, yet also splendid, brilliant, and beautiful. The splendor continues little by little, with this palace, that hall, gardens, moats, and a solemn and majestic palace jumps out on the paper.

Qingshuangzi stared blankly at the large painting on the wall and lost all sense of sound.

Zhu Jin's brush followed the imperial palace and the city walls, drawing the forests and hills in the distance. He also followed the plains to draw the city gates, the broad roads, and the continuous houses and villages. With just a few simple strokes, the fences, the stream, the vegetable fields, the chickens, the ducks, the dogs, and the whole home came to life.

The breath of life is overwhelming.

Zhu Jin put away his pen with satisfaction, and Qingshuangzi clapped his hands blankly.

"Just a little bit more." Zhu Jin looked at Qingshuangzi, took a deep breath and added a few strokes to the blank space on a street corner in the west of the city. The ordinary shop gradually became fuller because of the medicine cabinet, counter, patients and doctors. Finally, Zhu Jin wrote four small flowing words on the plaque, 'Miraculous Doctor Brings Back Spring'.

That was the Zhu family's family clinic in the imperial city. For seven generations, despite the changes of times and dynasties, the Zhu family's "miraculous healing skills" had always remained unchanged.

Zhu Jin's hand caressed the plaque, the doctor who was seeing patients in the lobby, and the small ball at his feet, her eyes full of nostalgia. Back then, when her father was seeing patients, she would stay at his feet, move a small stool and watch, and the neighbors and patients she knew would tease her every day...

"Zhu Jin?" Qingshuangzi sighed repeatedly, but after a while he found that Zhu Jin was in a daze.

"Ah..." Zhu Jin came to her senses and took away her hand that had unconsciously touched the drawing paper. Her fingers were stained with ink that had not yet dried. The doctor and the small ball under her fingers were already blurred. The smile in Zhu Jin's eyes was gradually replaced by melancholy. She turned her head to look at Qingshuangzi and picked up the pen again, "One last stroke."

In a remote alley in the west of the city, there is a shop half the size of "Miaoshou Huichun", but it still has a medicine cabinet, a counter, and a doctor. On the plaque are four small and standard characters: "Zhu Family Medical Clinic".

My father died suddenly because of her. He was the first to die. He was so sad that he made a wrong diagnosis for the patient. Although the patient just caught a cold and nothing serious happened, my father blamed himself. He had a lot of problems, both big and small, because he was exhausted. After seeing that the Zhu family was completely extinct, other clinics forced my father, who had just lost his only daughter, to close the clinic that had been passed down in the Zhu family for generations.

My father left the imperial city where several generations had lived. After wandering around for two years, he opened a clinic again because he felt guilty towards his ancestors and had a guilty conscience. However, he was too embarrassed to call it "Miraculous Doctor" anymore, so he simply called it "Zhu Family Clinic".

Whether it is "Miaoshou Huichun" or "Zhu Family Clinic", they are the places she is most familiar with and miss the most. In her perception, without these two clinics, this ancient city would be incomplete. In the end, she couldn't help but abuse her power for personal gain...

Zhu Jin stepped back and watched, the smile on his lips faint but intense.

These two clinics are what she missed the most, and they are also what she has been avoiding, simply because they were too beautiful and she missed them too much.