The spear was originally a weapon, so light that it didn't feel any texture when held in the hand.
Murong Jing looked obviously unhappy.
Her eyes turned and fell on the hand of the dummy next to the arena. The gun in the dummy's hand was shining coldly, and it was obvious that it was made of iron.
Murong Jing asked a nearby staff member if she could borrow the gun to try.
The staff member looked her up and down, and seeing that she was a girl, kindly reminded her that the gun was not handy.
After getting permission, Murong Jing went to take the gun from the dummy.
A young man who was taking pictures nearby saw this and felt that the gun would hit Murong Jing at any time, so he subconsciously reached out to help.
The next second he stopped moving and his eyes widened.
Murong Jing easily turned the iron spear, which was difficult for an adult man to lift, twice in his hand, as if it was just a piece of cake.
The staff were all stunned. They thought Murong Jing would be persuaded to leave, but they didn't expect that she could actually do it.
Murong Jing was originally wearing a neat red outfit in ancient style, and she was wielding the gun with great vigor, attracting many nearby tourists to stop and watch.
There were even many people who took out their mobile phones to record videos and prepare to post them on a certain sweet potato.
Zhu Qingyan looked at the dashing red figure and couldn't help but reveal an expression of admiration.
Murong Jing explained her intention to the staff of the film and television city, and wanted to borrow the gun for filming. The gun head was not sharpened, so it was not dangerous. The staff asked her to pay a deposit and she agreed.
The group first came to an area in the film and television city that was similar to a school.
Although the inscription in the ancient tomb did not record the process of the princess and the deputy minister's acquaintance, Zhu Qingyan inferred from some records of their experiences that they might have met in the academy.
Then let's first restore the experience of our acquaintance.
"Ajing, shall we sit here?" Zhu Qingyan sat down at a desk near the window.
Murong Jing sat next to her by the window. Someone took out a set of books and Zhu Qingyan began to read with his head shaking.
There was clearly not a single word in the book, but Zhu Qingyan just spoke it out.
"The Master said: 'If substance prevails over refinement, the result will be barbaric; if refinement prevails over substance, the result will be pedantic...'"
Murong Jing originally wanted to concentrate on posing for the photo, but when she heard her speaking eloquently, she couldn't help but glance sideways at Zhu Qingyan's profile.
The photographer immediately pressed the shutter to capture this scene.
Afterwards, they came to a place that could be used as a study. According to Murong Jing's idea, she should be practicing shooting in the yard while Zhu Qingyan was reciting a lesson beside her.
Everyone took a group of photos based on this idea.
Just as the scene was about to change, Zhu Qingyan suddenly whispered:
"Ah Jing, do you think that if these two people are together, will they affect each other?
Um... I mean, for example, I'm practicing martial arts and you're studying?"
Murong Jing's eyes lit up: "Yes, this is a good idea!"
The lighting technician and prop master immediately took their positions.
Zhu Qingyan blushed and picked up two wooden barrels on the ground - to make it more realistic, he even put stones in the barrels.
Murong Jing was sitting upright and reading a book.
The photographer reminded Murong Jing to be more focused and not look so blurry.
Murong Jing was a little confused. She had been like this since she was a child.
Besides, there is not a single word in this book!
A prop maker who was passing by accidentally touched the photographer's arm, and the shutter was pressed, freezing the moment when Murong Jing looked up blankly.
Very real, without a trace of affectation.
Finally, the group came to a vast sandy area. The sunlight shone brightly on the yellow sand.
Murong Jing mounted the black horse, holding the spear in one hand and the reins in the other. He rode around for a while, then stopped in front of Zhu Qingyan and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"Can you ride a horse?"
Zhu Qingyan shook his head somewhat awkwardly.
Murong Jing's figure was against the sunlight, he smiled and stretched out his hand to her.
"Come, I'll take you!"
Snap——
The photographer pressed the shutter and accurately recorded the scene of Zhu Qingyan's body rising into the air.
Two figures, one in blue and one in red, intertwined with bright smiles.
"drive!"
Murong Jing squeezed the horse's belly and the horse immediately started to gallop.
Zhu Qingyan, who was behind her, hugged her waist tightly. After getting used to the bumps, he also began to enjoy the pleasure of riding a horse.
The camera closely follows the person's movements, and each scene is recorded into the memory card.
Heaven and earth, yellow sand.
Bright clothes and fast horses.
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