Li Changsi twisted her body uneasily, trying to dodge away, but her slender waist was firmly grasped by the big hand. She was half asleep and half awake, with the corners of her eyes trembling and looking listless.
It’s not so tiring even when filming martial arts scenes on set!
Lu Qi coaxed her into eating breakfast. After breakfast, she was too tired to go out, so the two of them stayed in the hotel's top floor suite to watch a movie.
There was a projector in the suite, and it was playing a classic romance film, Pride and Prejudice.
Li Changsi had never seen it before and found it incredibly fresh. Leaning against Lu Qi's chest, she looked up at the man's superior jawline and asked slowly, "So you came to see me to watch a movie?"
Of course not. Lu Qijun's face flushed slightly as he asked in a low voice, "You don't like it?"
Li Changsi: "..."
"It's just so-so."
"Um?"
Seeing his eyes narrowed dangerously, Li Changsi quickly kissed him: "I like it."
He who knows the current situation is a hero. Even if you have delicious food, you can't eat it every day. Your body can't handle it.
Lu Qi chuckled softly, lowered his head and kissed her. In the end, the two of them watched the movie intermittently and felt that the movie was too sweet.
On this day, Lu Qi and Li Changsi were in charge of all three meals a day. Lu Qi ate as much as she ate, which was extremely fair. After eating, the two of them put on hats and masks, wrapped tightly, and went to the nearby park for a walk to digest the food.
The next morning, Su Xia came to pick him up, but Li Changsi was still asleep.
Su Xia stood outside the door shivering. She had a day and two nights off, but she didn't dare leave. She stayed in the hotel waiting for orders at any time. Fortunately, nothing happened.
As expected, there is no need for a third wheel in a world of two people.
Lu Qi was already dressed and opened the door for her to come in, then ordered breakfast: "She hasn't woken up yet, call her later."
"Yes, sir." Su Xia glanced at the dignified and elegant man, lowered her brows and did not dare to act rashly. Sister Si was the only one in the world who did not take the gentleman seriously. The most terrifying thing about this man was not his wealth or background, but that he could see through people's hearts at a glance. If he said one more word, Su Xia would feel that he was seen through.
Ms. Changsi must be under a lot of pressure being with her husband. Subordinates like them are sometimes under a lot of pressure.
"Su Xia." Li Changsi's lazy voice came from the master bedroom.
Su Xia hurried into the bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief. She saw that Li Changsi had woken up but was still lying in bed. There were marks of varying depths on her snow-white arms under the quilt, which showed how much she was spoiled.
As for other places, don't even think about it.
She was like a single person walking down the street and getting kicked a few times!
"What time is it? Has Lu Qi left?"
"No, the gentleman is outside, waiting to have breakfast with you. It's 7:50 now. This morning's show is scheduled for 10 o'clock. It's okay to go late." Su Xia checked today's show schedule.
Li Changsi opened her eyes and felt that time passed so quickly. She got up, put on her clothes and came out, only to see that Lu Qi was still there. Today he was wearing a light-colored turtleneck sweater and matching trousers, which made him look even more handsome and well-dressed.
"Changsi, come and have breakfast." Lu Qi saw her messy hair and lazy look in the morning. If Su Xia hadn't been there, he would have been unable to resist going over to kiss her.
Li Changsi was already hungry. Seeing that the breakfast was light and full of her favorite foods, she quickly sat down to eat breakfast.
After breakfast, Lu Qi sent her to the crew and then returned to Jingcheng.
Li Changsi arrived at the set and went to put on makeup first. She saw the third female lead, Wen Ting, who had just finished her makeup. Seeing her arrive, she said sarcastically, "I really envy someone. They can ask for leave without any delay and arrive at the set at 10 o'clock. They can act like a big shot just because they're popular. They have fans to support them. Small-timers like us can't do that. If we show up late, we're afraid of being slandered by marketing accounts."
Li Changsi narrowed her charming eyes. The third female character, Wen Ting, was a small internet celebrity who had become popular in the past two years. Her acting skills were average, but she had a sponsor behind her. The sponsor's father was one of the investors, so she was usually very arrogant. As for targeting her, it was probably because they thought she was easy to bully.
After all, the sponsor nearly broke down the crew but still couldn't get her the female lead, and instead let her take over. This resentment is extremely strong.
It is said that except Wen Ting, all the second female lead, first male lead to third male lead have backstage support, except her.
Seeing this, Su Xia asked softly, "Sister Si, how about I take her out and give her a good beating, or expose the fact that she used her sponsor's money to support a gigolo?"
My fists were stiff. This person was truly stupid and evil. She didn't even need to think twice. She was the third female lead in a big S+ production, and her sponsor had paid a huge sum of money to smash the floor to get her to fall into the vase pendant. Yet, she dared to be sarcastic to Miss Changsi.
Before joining the crew, Song Ge had gathered information about everyone on the crew. Their goal was to plan ahead and not give the master any chance to have his bonus deducted. So she knew all of this man's scandals, and it was up to Miss Changsi to investigate.
Li Changsi curled her lips? Using the sponsor's money to support a gigolo? It was a bit exciting. If she did that, Lu Qi would... kill her, right?
Forget it, I'm in a good mood today and don't want to argue with her.
The makeup artist was afraid they would start arguing, so she quickly said with a smile, "Teacher Li, Teacher Wen will be ready soon. Please wait a moment here."
Wen Ting sneered: "Who said I'd finish my makeup right away? Reapply your eye makeup."
The makeup artist was in a dilemma, as she was supposed to do the makeup for the lead actress first. Although she played the third female role, she was just a pretty face, and was hired with great money from the sponsor. She didn't have many scenes, but she ended up being domineering every day, which annoyed everyone in the crew.
"You should make it for her first."
Li Changsi curled her lips, but she was not angry. She sat aside and read a book to review. She had been physically exhausted in the past two days and had not yet recovered. It would be better for her to read a book to calm down.
The makeup artist smiled at Li Changsi with some gratitude, and then re-applied Wen Ting's eye makeup.
Soon the assistant director came over and urged: "What's going on? Teacher Li hasn't put on makeup yet? You didn't have any scenes this morning, so why are you monopolizing the makeup artist? Hurry and put on Teacher Li's makeup."
Wen Ting was halfway through putting on her eye makeup when she saw the makeup artist being dragged away. She went to her sponsor crying and complained.
Li Changsi and the others put on makeup, changed their clothes, and started filming today's scenes.
She was progressing faster than the others, and her scenes were packed, mainly because she wanted to finish filming early and prepare for the exam. The morning scene was still a martial arts scene, requiring her to perform high-altitude slingshots.
"Teacher Li, in this martial arts scene, when the pressure is in mid-air, the movements need to remain constant and be more beautiful. Then, when it comes to hanging down, it will be a normal fighting scene. If the fighting movements are good, we are ready to start shooting?"
The director finished talking to her about this part of the fighting scene.
Then they began to clear the set and filming began. Many scenes in a fantasy drama required special effects, so they were filmed with a green screen. Li Changsi was ready and nodded to the director.
"start!"
She felt her body rising into the air, and when she was in mid-air, her head suddenly felt dizzy, as if this had happened before. She heard a cry of surprise from below, and the steel wire of coercion made a sound of breaking.
She felt as if her soul was leaving her body as she watched herself fall.
"Your Highness—"
A tearing sensation came from deep within her soul, and the scene before her eyes suddenly changed, as if she was seeing the scene after her death in her previous life.
The Changxin Palace was brightly lit, with palace lanterns in the corridors flickering. The palace maids were kneeling on the ground. She looked at herself lying quietly on the soft couch, her black hair scattered on the couch like clouds, her eyes closed, her face as beautiful as a flower, sleeping peacefully. When she died, she was the most beautiful little princess in the imperial palace.
The Minister of the Central Secretariat fell before her bed, his voice mournful, "Your Highness!"
Every word is heartbreaking.
"My dear, His Highness has passed away. Should we announce this to the world?"
Who could have thought that the powerful and powerful Prince Changsi, who was in his prime, would suddenly die of illness.
"Where's the imperial physician?"
"My dear, His Highness has already, has already..." He is no longer breathing. The palace maid did not dare to finish the rest of the sentence.
She had never imagined that someone would truly cry for her after her death, and she felt strangely comforted. As she felt her body grow lighter and lighter, about to dissipate with the wind, she looked up at the distant sky, where a brilliant imperial star was rapidly falling and sliding across the sky.
What a nice view!
It turned out that she really became the brightest star, even if only for a moment.
"The Imperial Master is here, the Imperial Master is here."
The crisp sound of bells came from afar, causing her clothes to flutter. Her disappearing body suddenly shook, as if she was bounced out by an invisible force.
Lan Jingxing, who rushed down the mountain at night, had a pale face and his clothes seemed to be frozen. He entered Changxin Palace with a cold body. He walked too fast and knocked over the candlesticks lit by the palace servants. The flames swallowed the palace lanterns bit by bit, and the palace servants panicked and tried to put out the fire.
It was so cold, his body was like a thousand-year-old piece of ice, emitting endless chill.
Sir. She reached out to touch his face, but her fingertips passed through it, and she felt an endless chill. She lowered her eyes and smiled to herself, realizing she was already dead. She had written to him that day, holding on to a last glimmer of hope, perhaps he would come.
The result is quite ridiculous.
This ending was fine for her. She should have died long ago, in the cold, damp, sin-ridden palace. This was her fate. As for those happy years on Lonely Cloud Mountain, they were but a candlelight glimpsed in the darkness, a light that illuminated her, but it did not belong to her. She belonged to the darkness, to this rotten place.
I would rather die than not get it.
The master should be happy because he can finally get rid of her, this crazy woman, and he has a new disciple, but he looks so sad, as if he is about to cry.
Lan Jingxing staggered, his face pale as he stood before the couch. He looked at her and shouted sternly, "Get out!"
The palace servants hurriedly withdrew. The Secretary-General knelt down and cried, "Sir, please save Her Highness. Her Highness is a loner. Even if she broke with you, it was not her intention. In her heart, she truly respects you."
Before the Secretary-General finished speaking, Lan Jingxing stumbled to the bed, leaned over to touch her cold little face, hugged her cold body, and said hoarsely, "Get out!"
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with cold murderous intent.
He had been inexplicably anxious these past few days, having the illusion that his end was near. He originally thought that death was approaching, so he didn't take it seriously. Until one night, when he sat in the courtyard, watching the Emperor Star fall, his heart felt like it had been hit hard, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Impossible. How could the Emperor Star fall for no reason? Did Emperor Yuancheng die? But his Emperor Star had long since dimmed, replaced by a new Emperor Star, and that new Emperor Star was Changsi.
He could not deduce Changsi's fate. On that day in April, or perhaps even earlier, her fate was entangled with his own. He could deduce the fate of everyone in the world, but he could not deduce hers.
He rushed down the mountain at night. The dew in June was like an icy knife cutting through the hem of his sleeves, leaving no trace of his skin. He saw the stars in the sky dim, the palace maids kneeling on the ground, the lights in Changxin Palace on, and she lying there alone and cold, as if she was asleep.
His heart was torn as he stumbled forward with all his strength, wanting to wake her, wanting to tell her not to scare the master. He promised her everything she wanted, as long as she opened her eyes. But she didn't. She just lay there quietly, unwilling to even look at him for the last time, as if she was tired of this world, tired of him, and finally left everything behind and went on alone.
The bell around his waist fell to the ground and shattered completely. He leaned over and hugged her cold body, his heart aching. At that moment, he finally understood that his death had finally come.
He thought that death was approaching, and that as long as he pushed her away, she would be able to live happily. He thought that as long as he gave her power and status, no one would be able to bully her anymore. He thought... But his little princess still died in the cold imperial palace.
His eyes stung, as if tears of blood were flowing down, as if he saw the little girl who sat in front of his door every night, smiling brightly at him, pulling his sleeve and calling him "sir" sweetly.
Little Changsi who loved to laugh and act coquettishly at the age of five, the eleventh princess who left Guoyun Mountain at the age of twelve and exuded vitality like a spring bud, and His Highness Changsi who held power at the age of seventeen, with picturesque eyes and eyebrows, calm and quiet. He ruined her.
He was heartbroken and spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained the delicate datura flower on her sleeve. He hurriedly wiped it away, but the more he wiped, the more blood there was and he couldn't wipe it away.
"Sir!" the Minister of the Central Secretariat shouted in horror.
Three days after her death, Lan Jingxing sealed off the Changxin Palace and no one was allowed to enter or leave. The court and the public were in panic. The Eleventh Prince who was about to ascend the throne had died of illness, and the late emperor had long been half a disabled person. It was originally thought that the National Master had broken up with the Prince, but it was unexpected that after the Prince's death, the National Master's temperament changed drastically and he became insane and possessed.
All those involved were investigated and punished, including the nineteenth imperial princess and the Xia and Zhou clans, who were veterans of three dynasties in the court. Many more people were implicated, and blood flowed in the imperial palace from morning to night.
Every official and military official in the court was in danger. The exiled imperial preceptor, his white robes stained with blood, his face a demonic spectacle, displayed methods more ruthless and merciless than those of Princess Changsi, or even any other emperor. The very sky of the Great Zhou Dynasty was stained red with blood.
She was trapped in Changxin Palace. From the moment she heard the bell, she seemed to be trapped in the palace and could not go anywhere except to Lan Jingxing.
Lan Jingxing stayed in Changxin Palace most of the time, without saying a word, just watching her quietly, helping her wash her body every day, and sleeping with her in his arms at night. He found a fragrant bead from somewhere and put it in her mouth. In June, her body never rotted, but was full of fragrance, just like when she was alive.
But everything in the world will eventually turn into its opposite, and strange things will have to be paid for.
She didn't know how long she was trapped like this, until the Minister of the Central Secretariat came to Changxin Palace. She could never remember his face, but she only knew that he was an excellent man. If she hadn't met Lan Jingxing, she would probably like such a modest gentleman.
Unfortunately, she was born in an imperial family and in a corrupt imperial palace. If she hadn't met Lan Jingxing, she would not have been able to grow up safely, and naturally, she would have had no future.
That day she sat barefoot on the windowsill, watching the wind blow through the ancient green bell that was broken into two pieces. The bell was very strange. Even though it was broken, it could still make a pleasant sound. When she hung it in the corridor before, it did not ring every day.
Amid the ringing of bells, the Minister of the Central Secretariat knelt before the palace, his face haggard, and he cried out in a sorrowful voice, "His Highness has passed away. Please allow His Highness to rest in peace. No more civil or military officials in the court can be killed."
Even though the world is filthy and the court is rotten to the core, this is the world that Your Highness wanted to protect during his lifetime. Your Highness hates it, but no matter how much he hates it, there has never been such a bloodbath. Except for women and children, the Xia and Zhou clans were almost wiped out. All the participants in the palace were killed, and several princes and princesses were killed. Only the nineteenth princess was still alive.
He knew that the master didn't want her to die too easily, but no matter what he did, it would be useless and he couldn't bring back Her Highness's life.
The Minister of the Central Secretariat knelt before the palace, his words piercing the heart: "It was the Nineteenth Princess and the Xia and Zhou clans who killed Your Highness, but it was you who finally made her give up hope.
You know, His Highness wants to see you one last time.
She knew she was dying, and she had been lying to me, saying she had found the antidote, that she would ascend the throne, change this corrupt dynasty, and learn to love her subjects. But Your Highness lied to me. She doesn't love power or status, doesn't love her subjects, doesn't love the world, she only loves you. She's disappointed in the world, disappointed in all of us, so she's tired and wants to let go. Please let go too."
How could he let go? Lan Jingxing chuckled to himself. In the three months since her death, he had finally become the person he hated the most, stained with blood, destroying the Xia, destroying the Zhou, destroying others, and destroying himself.
"Go back." He spoke tiredly, full of anger.
After that day, Lan Jingxing took her body back to Guoyun Mountain, and also took the bell that was broken into two pieces. She was like a pendant on the bell, floating with him back to Guoyun Mountain, the place she dreamed of returning to.
But after death, all thoughts disappear, and she didn't feel anything special. She just watched the clouds every day. Lan Jingxing locked himself in the house, not knowing what to do. The broken bell was hung on the corridor of the wooden house. She just sat barefoot on the century-old pear tree in the yard every day, swinging on the swing when the wind came, and watching the clouds when the wind stopped. There was nothing wrong with it except that it was a bit boring.
Lan Jingxing still slept with her body in his arms every day and talked to her in a low voice. She could hear it all, but was too lazy to respond.
About ten days later, on the hundredth day after her death, Lan Jingxing summoned the Minister of the Central Secretariat.
At that time, his complexion was very bad, his handsome face turned pale, and a bloody mole of killing slowly grew in the corner of his eye. The house was filled with blood. He closed the door and met the Secretary of State in the courtyard.
"Did she ever mention me when she was alive? What did she say? What did she do? Think about it slowly!" He sat under the pear tree in the courtyard, his back straight and his posture elegant, but his eyes were filled with deep sadness, which made her want to cry.
She looked up at the sky, then heard the Minister of the Central Secretariat say, "Your Highness is a very solitary person, not talkative. He only left the palace once in March, saying he wanted to go for a walk, and I accompanied him at that time. We were just strolling around, and then we saw you and the Nineteenth Princess upstairs in a teahouse. Your Highness was very depressed, so he returned to the palace. On the way back, I saw that she liked kites, so I made a butterfly kite for your Highness."
The Prince of the Central Secretariat's voice choked with sobs. "Your Highness asked me, 'Does a kite like the sky more, or the person holding the string?' I'm clueless and can't answer. So Your Highness smiled and said, 'Of course it likes the person holding the string more, but the kite string will eventually break. And people will eventually separate.'"
Later, she really left alone.
Lan Jingxing's back became even straighter, like a taut string that could break at any moment and become a pile of rubble. He lowered his eyes, his eyes filled with unconcealable sadness. That day, he saw her, from afar, sitting on the railing, gazing into the distance.
That day in April shattered all his pretenses and persistence. He felt as if he had been poisoned by the deepest poison in the world, longing to see her, yet unable to see her. He was born for the Daoist sect. His master said he was the hope of the Daoist sect for a hundred years. His Daoist heart must not be broken, and he must not linger in the worldly affairs. His destined death could come at any time.
So he pushed her away, but she was so persistent that he had no choice but to scold her and break up with her. Finally, he went to the Imperial Palace to accept another disciple.
After accepting her as his disciple, he missed her like crazy. He locked himself in a wooden house. Whenever he wanted to see her, he would carve a mark on his body, and the carving would bleed. After carving her name, he allowed himself to indulge himself and go down the mountain to see her.
She didn't leave the palace, and she rarely even came to Solitary Cloud Mountain. So what had originally taken her ten days to carve her name became seven, then five, then three... He began to go down the mountain more frequently, desperate to see her.
On that day in March, he finally saw her. She was sitting by the street railing, looking much thinner. Her ebony eyes were like the ripples of spring, and she stared coldly into the distance, not looking at him. The Minister of the Central Secretariat, with whom she had previously arranged marriage, was also there, and the two of them were very close.
Hearing that she was looking for a new husband, most likely the same young man who was the Minister of the Central Secretariat, he returned to Solitary Cloud Mountain in a state of despair and did not come out for the whole day.
Later, she came to see him, and he was filled with joy, but he saw the bell shattering, and his death was approaching. He forced himself to push her away, giving her some more time, he would surely be able to deduce where the death was. He didn't ask for more, just ten years, he only wanted ten years.
That time she just said coldly: "Sir, I'm leaving."
He didn't look back, and for countless days and nights afterwards, he always regretted why he didn't look back, didn't look back at her. Did she cry when she left alone, was she sad?
Therefore, fate gave him the deepest revenge and made him lose his love forever.
"No mention of me?"
"No." The Minister of the Central Secretariat asked softly, "When will you bury His Highness?"
"It's almost there." Lan Jingxing stood up, waved his sleeves with a cold expression, and told him to leave.
"What about the court?"
He said indifferently: "What does this world have to do with me?"
He entered the world for only one person. Now that that person is gone, what does this world have to do with him?
After the Minister of the Central Secretariat left, Lan Jingxing opened the door.
She sat on the pear tree and saw the big formation in the house. The formation had an evil aura and she felt a little scared. But then she thought that she was just a small soul, so what was there to be afraid of?
But she forgot that that day was her hundred-day memorial. After meeting with the Minister of the Central Secretariat, Lan Jingxing took off his clothes. His slender and powerful body was covered with scars and marks, as if some words were engraved on it, but because they were added stroke by stroke, it was no longer possible to make out what the words were.
She felt a stinging pain in her eyes as she looked at it, and turned her back. Then she heard the bell hanging under the eaves making a rapid sound. It was not the usual pleasant sound, but the sound of dying.
Her eyes went dark, and a huge force pulled her into the formation inside the house. Then she watched Lan Jingxing sacrifice his blood, and red filled the entire world.
That day, just as the Minister of the Central Secretariat came down from the mountain, he saw the mountain collapsing and the earth sinking. The Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, the wooden house, Mr. Xunlu and the body of His Highness the Eleventh Prince all sank into the abyss underground.
The eyes of the Minister of the Central Secretariat were stinging, and he laughed softly for a long time. Later, he wrote the unknown story of the Eleventh Prince and Mr. Xunlu into an unofficial biography, and at the end he wrote: One hundred days after the emperor's death, the lonely cloud mountain collapsed, and the gentleman committed suicide for love and slept with him.
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