His Royal Highness's Favorite: The Queen's Road

Chapter 201 Burying Chess for the King (9)

The hand that was stretched out several times fell down again and again, and he could only clenched his fist tightly, with tearing pain, and he was powerless.

He could only look at her in front of him, and get on the sedan chair to leave the palace——

The cemetery is desolate and the cottage is simple.

The plain white woman kneeling on the futon has a slender and weak back.

The voice-over is soft and slow:
"Bodhisattva, I have lived as a concubine for 18 years. I have become a married couple with the best man in the world. In the deep palace, I have seen all life and death, misery, bumps, cold eyes, hunger and cold...

"Bodhisattva, my concubine wanted to die with all her heart, and wanted to follow her husband, but she was afraid of losing the favor of her parents in giving birth, and she didn't want to be separated from her husband. She felt miserable and anxious, and was in constant fear...

"Fortunately, the Bodhisattva is so merciful to me, allowing me to stay with my husband day and night, and accompany me day and night.

"Therefore, the concubine has nothing to complain about, and the concubine has joy in her heart."

In the pale sunlight.

With a plain back, he slowly got up.

In the camera, she has a smile on her lips, her hair is hanging down her fair cheeks, and she walks to the camera with small steps.

The slightly bulging lower abdomen made her movements look a little clumsy.

Every step he took, he would land firmly, subconsciously as if he was afraid of hurting his heir.

Lift your foot and step out, as if stepping out of the room.

She squinted her eyes and looked up at the bright sky.

Just as he was about to continue walking, a few small things in his arms were scattered on the ground.

A few white Go pieces fell to his feet with a clatter.

She paused in her footsteps and looked down at them in a daze.

For a long time, she carefully supported her lower abdomen, squatted down slowly, picked them up one by one, and placed them in her palm.

Pale fingertips, delicately caressing the chess piece he once cherished.

The snow-white texture, so cold, seemed to caress his fingers when they intertwined with his fingers.

There is a kind of affection that can be transmitted in the dust of the universe, which has nothing to do with life and death.

Loving you deeply has nothing to do with this world.

"How fortunate to meet you in this life."

The cemetery is deserted.

Slowly, she walked into the distance.

Blue sky and green fields, thousands of miles of emptiness, she was alone.

"Husband, it's safe here. We will have a good life here."

She bowed and knelt.

Holding up the handful of white go pieces with both hands.

Bury them deep under a pile of black soil.

"Thousands of years of fame, day and night, I will spend my whole life burying you."

……

……

The interview hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

The first one to stand up was old director Zhao who called Cut.

"Cut!"

Then came Hatsumi in the auditorium on the east side. She stood up and applauded emotionally, as if she had forgotten the verbal dispute with Xiji before.

The performance actually brought her to tears.

All the palace fans present will probably remember how much His Royal Highness the Crown Prince loved those chess pieces like treasures in the original drama, and there was even a scene where he played chess with the actor.

This Go stalk is so sad.

Director Chu slapped his hands vigorously, motivating everyone who auditioned, and everyone woke up.

Anthony stood beside Jingze, his expression slightly dull.

It wasn't until he heard the noisy discussion that Anthony blinked his red eyes vigorously.

He sighed, and said straight to the point: "Long Live Lord, I'm sure that if you died... bah, after the death of Prince Li Hong, even if there was such an extra plot, the palace fans would not be so riotous. "

Maybe so.

At that time, "His Royal Highness" was the most popular among the audience in "Da Tang", and the plot of his sudden death was too abrupt.

The previous bedding failed to achieve a cushioning effect.

The subsequent episodes did not allow the audience to relieve and vent their depression and anger.

As a result, after the death of the prince in the later stage of the broadcast of "Da Tang", there was overwhelming criticism from fans.

If, even an extra 10 minutes like this, maybe the situation would be much better.

(End of this chapter)