One month later.
Zhu Qingyan asked for leave from school and boarded a flight to the northwest with Murong Jing.
On the plane, Zhu Qingyan couldn't help but take out a small mirror.
The girl in the mirror had long hair and wore glasses. Her face was not stunningly beautiful, but she was quiet and pretty.
Zhu Qingyan looked in the mirror, touched his face, and couldn't help asking:
"Ah Jing, can I...really?"
"Of course, no one is more suitable than you!"
Murong Jing sat by the window in the cabin and took out an egg yolk and a few bags of Zhu Qingyan's favorite snacks from her pocket.
Zhu Qingyan took the snacks, still feeling a little nervous.
She had never shot a short video before, but this time, at the invitation of Murong Jing, she went with her to the film and television studio in the northwest desert to take photos.
As she was used to doing research work, she couldn't help but feel nervous at the thought of appearing in front of the camera.
The cause of this journey is also thanks to the stone tablet in the ancient tomb.
There was another part in the information Professor Wang sent last time that caught her attention.
It is about the then Deputy Prime Minister of the Cabinet and a Princess General.
From the few words recorded on the stele, we can vaguely get a glimpse of how heroic the princess was on the battlefield back then.
Unfortunately, he died on the battlefield later, and a generation of generals fell.
She and the Deputy Prime Minister had known each other since childhood, and the two were close friends who would endure till death.
After the princess died, the deputy minister who was a member of the imperial examination system worked tirelessly for three days to personally carve an epitaph for her and enshrine it in the princess's shrine.
Live a thousand years and ten thousand years, the praises of Jiao Xi.
When Zhu Qingyan read this passage, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
I don't know why, but I felt as if I had experienced that kind of sorrow somewhere before.
Even Murong Jing was stunned after hearing this.
Perhaps, such stories should not be buried by history.
After some consideration, Murong Jing, a self-media blogger, made a decision.
She was going to the northwest desert to take a group of photos based on the story of the princess and the deputy assistant.
The partner with the most suitable temperament around him is naturally Zhu Qingyan, who is knowledgeable and has a bookish air.
Zhu Qingyan, who suffers from social phobia and has never been involved in any self-media filming, unexpectedly accepted Murong Jing's invitation this time.
Long live a thousand years, Jiao Qi sang - it was the girl's wish a thousand years ago, and a thousand years later, she wanted to fulfill it for her.
Three hours later, Zhu Qingyan and Murong Jing got off the plane.
Murong Jing was carrying two luggage bags on her back, but she still walked lightly. She bought a cup of her favorite iced American coffee at the airport and chatted and laughed with Zhu Qingyan.
The two stayed in the hotel for one night and took a scheduled bus to the entrance of the film and television city the next day.
The photography team that had contacted us in advance was already waiting there.
The two of them found a place to change their clothes and did their makeup. When they came out, they were both slightly startled.
Murong Jing was dressed in red, with her long black hair tied up high, brocade boots on her feet, metal wrist guards on her feet, and a red tasseled spear in her hand, looking heroic.
She looked like a female general drawn from an ancient painting.
Zhu Qingyan, on the other hand, was wearing a neatly ironed ancient scholar's gown, a green and colorful shirt, and looked very elegant.
The only thing that didn't match his outfit was the pair of thin-framed glasses on his nose.
Murong Jing touched her chin, looked at her curiously, then took out a pair of contact lenses that she had prepared earlier from her bag.
Zhu Qingyan took it and looked at it, "Hey, how do you know my degree?"
"I asked you." Murong Jing said.
Zhu Qingyan then remembered that Murong Jing had indeed asked him the same question during breakfast one day, and he answered it casually and almost forgot about it.
So she was preparing her contact lenses in advance?
Murong Jing has a carefree personality, but she actually considered the inconvenience of wearing glasses when taking photos.
This surprised Zhu Qingyan.
"It was Sister Mi from the photography department who reminded me and asked us if we needed contact lenses, otherwise it might not be in time to prepare them." Murong Jing said with a laugh.
Zhu Qingyan's cheeks puffed up.
Humph, she knows it!
Murong Jing said again: "But I remember your degree!"
Zhu Qingyan then raised the corners of his mouth and went to look in the mirror to put on his glasses.
It was her first time to wear contact lenses. She tried for a full twenty minutes until her eyes were filled with tears before she finally put them on.
Looking back, Murong Jing was already practicing with a spear on the spot.
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