One Hundred and Twenty-first Day
The second brother came to invite him, but was rejected coldly and ruthlessly.
"I'm really sorry. It's not that we don't want to, but you see, our artist is a trainee for a talent show. He came here to help today because it's a day off, and he has to go back to filming tomorrow."
"I have to prepare for the finals for the next two weeks, and then I have to prepare a new album. I'm afraid that if I accept your invitation, it will delay your filming."
Li Pengcheng handed over a cigarette while talking. Although the second brother had quit smoking for a long time, he subconsciously took it.
The man frowned, and his deep expression added a unique charm to his face among the young people in this idol drama.
Before he could turn around and leave like an artistic hero, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
The second brother turned around.
"Oh my god! Director Xiao Wen, why are you absent from work when you're not staying on set?"
The second brother decided to strike first.
Li Pengcheng suddenly realized that the other person was the director of the drama that his second brother was filming, but when he saw the other person's face clearly, Li Pengcheng was still shocked - too young.
And he is so handsome, with an artistic air all over his body. Standing there, he is as attractive as a green pine.
Wen Lizhi nodded slightly towards this side as a greeting and was about to take his second brother back, but he caught a glimpse of the black shadow on the platform from afar.
For some unknown reason, he stopped.
The play on the high stage has reached the last scene of Xiao Xunyan, played by Fu Xunyan, in "Yucheng".
He is a villain, but just a pitiful and pathetic little villain, and his total number of scenes is probably only about ten minutes.
The waning moon hung like a hook above the eaves of the Zhaixing Pavilion, casting the mottled shadow of the railing on the bluestone ground.
Xiao Yan had already been forced to stand up by Qin Lianhe and Wen Xiao. He leaned against the railing with peeling vermilion paint and looked at the palace lanterns in the distance, which were as small as beans, flickering in the autumn wind.
"Why don't you do it?" He narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth. He was obviously not sad, but no matter who was looking at him, they felt the indescribable sorrow.
A corner of his black robe was lifted by the night wind, revealing the faded bright yellow lining underneath. It was the yellow lining that his uncle and aunt had forced him to wear as they knelt at his feet.
They said it was a responsibility, the unshakable bloodline of the Son of Heaven, as if whoever put on this thin old piece of clothing would possess the justice and destiny of heaven.
"So you are also very clear that coming to me is a wrong decision." Xiao Yan didn't even turn his head. The cold moonlight illuminated the tip of his nose, and his voice was colder than the frosted copper bell under the eaves.
"Oh, criminal of the previous dynasty, you have committed a grave offense by recruiting soldiers without permission. And attempting to destabilize the government of your country with the Night Owl is an even more unforgivable crime. This prince must kill you, so what's wrong with that?"
Qin Lianhe's tone was firm, but his hand gripping the sword so tightly showed that he was in a state of uncertainty.
His mind was as clear as a mirror, and in order to prevent himself from making mistakes by weighing the pros and cons, Qin Lianhe immediately raised his hand and bent his fingers, and the soldiers hiding in the dark rushed out all at once.
Qin Lianhe also lowered his eyebrows and raised his hand, slashing with a sword in the air. He looked at Xiao Yan, who closed his eyes and did not struggle.
Puff - however, the sword failed to fall completely, and red blood splashed into the eyes as expected.
Xiao Yan caught the body.
Xie Fan blocked a sword for him.
However, Xiao Yan was not grateful. Everyone was shocked by the scene of the loyal servant saving his master, but the person being saved looked indifferent. He just caught the person who fell in front of him, as if he was an insignificant passerby.
Xie Fan felt no pain. It turned out that he felt so dizzy before death, as if the world was upside down.
"I……"
He looked into Xiao Yan's eyes and suddenly couldn't say anything. He could only purse his lips with the last bit of strength in self-mockery.
Those eyes were unusually calm. There was no longer the touch of emotion he had felt when he dealt with his teacher at the prince's uncle's house, nor the joy they had felt when they went boating on the lake together. There was no dependence, and no sadness.
Xie Fan admitted that he had been deceiving himself. In fact, when he helped the Gu family force Xiao Yan to do those things, Xiao Yan no longer needed him.
Xiao Yan is kind, but he is also a member of the royal family.
They were no longer friends, and from that day on, Xiao Yan no longer considered him a friend.
"Actually, now that I see you're about to die, thinking back, there are so many things I wanted to say to you but haven't."
Xiao Yan didn't look like an emperor at all. He just knelt on the ground, hugging half of his body, his eyes drifting blankly between heaven and earth.
But Xie Fan felt his relief. There had never been a moment when Xiao Yan felt so relaxed as he did at that moment.
"Unfortunately, that doesn't matter anymore. Now you're dying, and so am I. Perhaps we could get together down there."
"But even if we meet again, I won't tell you."
"Xie Fan, you didn't do anything wrong, but neither did I. I don't want to be considerate of you or anyone else anymore. Let me be selfish for a moment."
He wants to...
Xie Fan was suddenly startled and used his last bit of strength to pull the black collar, but the other party pulled away too quickly, and his fingertips brushed past him, and Xie Fan's vision went completely black.
Never mind, he can't do anything about it.
Qin Lianhe walked over with a sword in his hand, and the moonlight flowed on the scabbard like water.
What happened today was beyond his expectations. He never thought that Xiao Yan would be killed so easily.
Xiao Yan was right. He now knew that whether it was today or any day in the future, killing Xiao Yan was definitely not a good choice.
But there was no way out. He had been hung here, and the relatives and friends of countless persecuted ministers were all under the platform. Qin Lianhe could not find a reason to let Xiao Yan go.
The bronze candlesticks at the four corners of the platform all burst into flames. When Xiao Yan turned around, Qin Lianhe saw the small dagger in his hand.
Was he going to kill himself—or was he coming to kill him?
The noble young man in the crane cloak had a face like a jade Buddha, with no emotion either sad or happy. He held the dagger and stabbed it in front of him. Qin Lianhe was still in a daze and subconsciously sent out the sword.
There was really no way to fight with a three-foot-two sword and a one-foot dagger.
With a "puff", Qin Lianhe felt a special sensation coming from the tip of the sword - he had killed many people, but he had never had such a strange feeling.
It was as if the sword and the body were connected by a sense of connection. In an instant, an inexplicable chill filled every inch of the skin, and then the blood was poured into it again.
Wen Xiao ran over in a panic, grabbed his hand and pulled the sword out, while shouting in his ear.
"We were wrong! We can't kill him! If we kill him, the Gu family will be completely free of constraints!"
But Qin Lianhe could no longer listen. He seemed to be bewitched and just stared at those eyes, those eyes that were full of spirit because they were about to die.
Xiao Yan "came back to life", and this death was his last act of willfulness, the heaviest revenge for him and the world.
He was like a flower in full bloom, with bright red blood seeping through his black clothes. He fell on the cold stone tiles of the platform, his delicate face looking like a ghost.
But he is not evil, and he does not deserve to die. Someone else should die.
He died too quickly and too easily. Except for Qin Lianhe who saw through what he wanted, everyone was talking about it. They couldn't believe that they had brought down the mastermind behind the scenes like this. For a moment, their surprise was beyond words.
Only Qin Lianhe and Wen Xiao felt a heavy burden and a bad premonition of pressure.
Xiao Yan was not dead yet, he had not lost consciousness.
He struggled to prop himself up with one arm and leaned against the stone bench.
Xiao Yan looked at his chest and touched it with his hand which was so pale that it was almost colorless.
"I can't believe I can still bleed so much."
"Hiss—it hurts a little. I think I regret it. It really hurts to be stabbed by you."
"But there's no point in regretting it. I'm dying."
"You know, Qin Lianhe, I hate you because I'm jealous of you. I'm jealous that you have parents like that. Even though they're cruel, they're really devoted to you."
"...Forget it, let's not talk about this. Let's talk about something else. I told you I want to be willful, so before I die, this is for you."
Qin Lianhe did not step forward. Wen Xiao looked at Xiao Yan's face, but still couldn't bear it, so he squatted down and took the small jade pendant from his hand.
Xiao Yan looked at her and smiled innocently.
"Thank you, Miss Wen. You are a good person and have talent. You will definitely have a place in the court one day, so please don't be confined to his harem."
Wen Xiao was stunned.
Qin Lianhe too.
Wen Xiao looked at the jade pendant in his hand. It was the "Night Owl", the personal guard that Xiao Yan had trained for ten years. It was a force that truly belonged to him and had avoided the Gu family.
Just gave it to her.
Perhaps Xiao Yan originally wanted to hand them over to Qin Lianhe, but Qin Lianhe was too cautious, and now they belong to her.
And Xiao Yan looked at her with a smile in his eyes, which made Wen Xiao know that she had not misunderstood.
Wen Xiao looked at him, the former crown prince who was described by court officials as "nothing outstanding" except his face, and glanced at the night sky quietly.
He seemed to open his mouth to say something, but he had no strength left, and the words were so soft that they could not be heard.
He is dead.
Not far away was Xie Fan's body.
A pair of talented king and minister died lonely and almost without causing any sensation on this ordinary night.
Wen Xiao stood up, and Qin Lianhe suddenly felt that her back seemed different from before - she had become resolute and indestructible.
"We were wrong." Wen Xiao sighed.
"Can you give me his body? I want to bury him in Wutong Township."
"The autumn scenery there is beautiful. He should see it too."
**
Wen Lizhi frowned, his eyes fixed, which frightened Li Pengcheng who was standing next to him.
Of course, he also knew that his artist was born to be an artist. As for acting skills, even though Li Pengcheng had never trained an actor, he could still feel from afar the loneliness and sadness that emanated from the prince played by Fu Xunyan.
He felt sad for him and blamed him for his incompetence.
So Wen Lizhi's expression at this moment made Li Pengcheng mutter to himself - was it because he thought too highly of Fu Xunyan?
Unexpectedly, two minutes later, he heard Wen Li slap his second brother on the back.
"Five minutes. I want all the information about the actor in the black cloak."
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