Unscrupulous orthopedics [entertainment circle]

"Are you still messing with Li Quran? Li Quran looks like a fool, but if you really want to talk about scheming, ten of you are not enough for him to play with!" Han Tingsong, who was full of travel and dust, dragged across the bustling streets of the capital city. Linghu Yuan, who was wandering around, was about to drag him away.

Han Tingsong's voice was too loud. As soon as the word "Li Churan" came out, the people around him stretched out their ears—who would dare to call the devil king by his name?Do you still want it in your head?

In order to avoid trouble, Linghu Yuan first dragged him into a nearby teahouse. "I have my own plan, you don't need to worry about me."

"It's not that you don't know what the imperial court is planning. They planted the cause of the high official's death on you in Xiaoyao Pavilion, just to clean up the martial arts in the Central Plains!" Even though he lowered his voice, Han Tingsong couldn't help but slapped the table with his palm. .

Linghu Yuan dropped the teacup almost at the same time, a trace of internal force followed the texture of the table, and met Han Tingsong's desperate strength head-on, suppressing it invisible, saving the life of this small wooden table.

Linghu Yuan said: "I have my own measure."

"I don't believe you," Han Tingsong didn't buy it, "Even if it is tied, I will tie you back to Xiaoyao Pavilion."

Linghu Yuan was about to deliver tea, when he heard his words, he smiled, the white porcelain cup lined his lips, it was really pretty. "You can't beat me again."

Han Tingsong was so angry that he couldn't continue talking today!He flicked his robe sleeves: "Yes, I can't beat you, but I'm sure I can beat Li Churan!" As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of exclamation from the onlookers.Daxia Han cupped his hands righteously and jumped out of the window.

Linghu Yuan shook his head and continued to drink his tea slowly.

"Okay, card!" Gu Chang'an shouted, and asked the assistant director assistants that the camera positions and close-up shots were cut just now, indicating that this one can be passed.

The staff took the time to rest for a while, but An Wangjun kept drinking tea, "This tea is really delicious."

"That's right." Su Yang came over, shaking his fan, "I saw that Director Gu was making tea before. If you look at the cup, it's your cup."

"Wow!" An Wangjun felt that the tea tasted even better.

Yan Qitong, who played Linghu Yuan's good friend Han Tingsong, came back from the outside and saw Su Dashen sticking next to An Wangjun.

It's not just him, but the production crew is no stranger to it. These two are like conjoined twins. If they don't stick together one day, then there will be ghosts.

But for those who are brave enough to listen carefully to the corner, the two of them are just like high school students who are smacking at each other with no nutrition, and they seem to be frank and frank, with no adultery at all.

The old drivers who have read Qianfan said: Hehe, I am lying.

After a short rest, An Wangjun went to change his clothes, and then filmed the scene where Li Xiuran and Linghu Yuan met for the first time in the capital.It is said that he has changed his clothes, but if he does not look carefully, he really can’t tell. The clothes of the little pavilion master are basically a series. At most, this one is more blue, and that one is lighter blue. Almost numb.

It is true that An Wang-jun admits that, as a painter himself, the characters in his works would wear this outfit to fight, it would definitely look like a mountain, full of immortality, but if he really wears it on himself—"I'm not afraid to tell you, we At that time, when I first saw the drawing of the person drawn by the director, I thought that the owner of the small pavilion was an oiran living in the martial arts huh, huh, huh~" The costumer's words lingered for three days, and the magic voice pierced through his ears.

An Wangjun: Why does Laozi look so unmanly?

"Oh boy, you should eat more, this waist is too thin! I'm worried that your waist will be broken!" Master Wia exhorted cheerfully.

An Wang-jun: Well, I get it, you just kept talking...

Su Yang stood at the other end, holding the script in his hand, his eyes drifted to nowhere.

"Pay attention to your eyes, they are about to fly out." Le Xingzhi reminded sourly.

Su Yang was confident: "I just want to see if Navia is fastened."

"I have been a master for many years, and I have hung an elephant. Besides, look at Xiaojun's body, pulling him is not like pulling a leaf."

Su Yang nodded absent-mindedly, and continued to glance at someone—what the hell are you touching!That's my brother's waist!My brother's!mine! ...

Le Xingzhi felt very tired, huh.

The sloppy son of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials molested the girl in the street. After being beaten back by the woman's husband, he became angry and asked his family to throw him into the moat.Just at this critical moment, our pavilion master Linghu flew from the private room of the tea house on the street to the water surface like a god, and then stepped on the water to fish out the man, and finally kicked the servants back in to take a bath.

The little prince who observed all this from the restaurant across the street said that this skill is really handsome!

It's like the man in black who tied me up in the wilderness in the middle of the night and took all the travel expenses!

An Wang-jun, who was flying in mid-air, didn't think so. Every time when he was concentrating on self-brainwashing, the best martial arts in the world, the world's best dictatorship, his wig and his sleeves would always smear his face...

It's all ostentatious!Fancy but not useful!An Wangjun sulked while being hung in the air like an octopus.

Gu Chang'an thought for a while, called for someone to come down, and found a costumer to change the clothes on the spot.

Su Yang wobbled over, gesticulating and cutting off the sleeves by an inch, and directly tied them back to his arms to wrap up the overly wide sleeves, and the extra straps could still hang down for a section of ecstasy.

The costumer made three mistakes and fixed it: "Expert! This effect is good, it is immortal and abstinent! Just looking at it makes me want to strip him naked!"

Mr. An Wang said that this bitch can lie down and play as she pleases, and has nothing to say.

Gu Chang'an gave Su Yang an inscrutable look, and beckoned to continue shooting.

Su Yang rubbed his nose, this kind of inexplicable guilty conscience is a thing...

Continue shooting.

Linghu Yuan drank his fourth cup of tea in the private room of the tea house, and heard insults and sadism outside, frowned slightly, and pushed open the carved window with his plain hand holding a celadon cup.

"Aww, this gesture of pushing the window! It's beautiful!" Le Xingzhi stretched out his head like a goose, and kept patting his thigh.

Su Yang continued to shake his fan, feeling very terrified: That's ~ I don't want to see whose younger brother ~

The man was dragged to the river by the servants, and Wei Ya was about to release him into the river while hanging him.It was too late and then soon, a streak of sky blue flew out of the carved window, and the spring breeze blew up Linghu Yuan's long-haired robe belt, flowing and transparent like a newly sprouted willow.

"Aww, this figure! It looks like dancing, no, it looks better than dancing!" Le Xingzhi continued to stretch his neck and slapped his thigh fiercely.

Su Yang kept shaking his fan reservedly: Can you calm down a bit, don't I know that my brother is good-looking?

Although he was carrying Wia on his back, Linghu Yuanren didn't seem to be under any strength, and passed by the water like an egret.The hands of the Wia masters pulling the rope outside the camera are as fast as afterimages, leading the young master to gallop across the river.The pavilion master's figure is not only not shaking at all, but has both strength and beauty, tough and beautiful.Before the ripples on the river's surface cleared away, Linghu Yuan slipped the man with one hand and pulled him to the bank.The brocade boots embroidered with exquisite dark patterns landed gracefully like a butterfly resting on a flower with a light touch.

"Aww, I want to marry the little pavilion master! I want to marry—"

Su Yang couldn't stand it any longer, and threw a fan away.

It's a joke, if you want to marry, I will marry you.

Linghu Yuan landed lightly on the shore, and the good-for-nothing Shangshu saw someone smashing his place, and his temper became even more angry.Looking again, it was a little fairy who hit him, and her little eyes became even brighter.

Master Shang Shu cleared his throat: "This beauty has never seen—"

"I didn't know that at the foot of the imperial city, in broad daylight, such a lawless thing could happen." Linghu Yuan interrupted his opening very coldly.

"Eng, ying, ying, ying, ying, ying, ying, ying, my ears are pregnant..." Manager Le, who was slapped aside, stomped his feet and bit his handkerchief.

Su Yang was so disgusted, he took a few steps away from this shameful old classmate, and leaned against the railing of the private room on the second floor of the restaurant.

As soon as the camera turned, it caught sight of the real good-for-nothing Li Xiuran who was hidden deep above everyone's heads. The little prince covered half of his face with a folding fan, watching the good show downstairs with great interest.

Young Master Shangshu was very angry in his heart, but he still kept a smile on his face, and at the same time, he took a step closer and planned to make a move.

Linghu Yuan's face was expressionless, but he turned sideways in disgust, making people feel empty.

Seeing that the master was being ignored, the servants all rolled up their sleeves viciously, and were stopped by Mr. Shangshu.

"It's useless to talk too much, see the government."

Mr. Shangshu smiled: "What? Does the little beauty want to go directly to my house? It seems that the little beauty and I really have a destiny!"

Linghu Yuan looked at the idiot who was laughing wildly, and the idiot's followers.Without saying anything, he turned around to let the unlucky young couple leave first, but was stopped by two vicious servants.

Gu Chang'an waved from behind, Master Wia understood, and pulled Linghu Yuan up, and at the same time Linghu Yuan swept across the air, kicking the two servants away.

Young Master Shang Shu couldn't pretend anymore, he bared his teeth and beckoned to beat him up.

The climax is coming. Facing a group of idiots with their teeth and claws stretched out, the current No. [-] master of the Xiaoyao Pavilion in the martial arts world first uses an iron bridge to avoid a punch from the front man, and bends his waist back to an incredible angle. Picking, Linghu Yuan splits in the air and spins to the ground, lifts a long leg and sweeps down a large area, and two of them fly directly into the river.

Li Xiuran, who was watching the battle from a distance, closed his folding fan and clapped his hands in praise: "Beautiful!"

However, what Su Yang was thinking at the moment was: I knew this kid was very flexible since I was a child, but I didn't expect that he could split the iron bridge so easily now that he was so big...then try again in the next fight...ah It feels better to pinch the circle and rub it flat...

Mr. Shangshu saw his thugs lying on the ground crying for father and mother, and the onlookers on the street were all watching. With so many people, he felt that he couldn't hold back his face, so he shouted: "It's your luck that I see you!" ! Do you know who my father is! My father—ah!"

Everyone only heard a crisp slap on the face, and then saw the prodigal son being thrown to the ground, and the young man in green clothes raised his hand five steps away from him. Together, they brushed across the face as cold as white jade, extremely lingering.The eyes are clear and sharp, but because of their shape like peach blossoms, they have a romantic taste.

Linghu Yuan slapped him across the air.

Where did the onlookers have seen such a battle before? After being stunned for a moment, some daring one shouted hello first, followed by a flood of admiration.

This slap is really cool!We have long wanted to smoke this idiot, a prodigal, to death!

Su Yang, who was outside the camera, subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, and suddenly felt that his face was also a little itchy.

The sharp-eyed Gu Changan immediately took a picture of this scene outside the script.

"Clear water comes out of hibiscus, and it is natural to carve." Director Gu suddenly missed two lines of poetry.

Linghu Yuan ran away after pretending to be forceful, and didn't find it very exciting.

The azure long gown gently blows through the human fireworks in the February spring breeze, and the back view of walking in the crowd is beautiful.

Gu Changan was very satisfied, and the shooting of this scene was completed.

Unloading the wire, An Wangjun felt that he had lost ten catties all of a sudden, but the root of his thigh was aching, burning...

The Buddha said: You can't say it, you can't say it...

An Wangjun sighed silently, pushed back his long hair that had been blown to the front by the wind, and walked to the next shooting location.

In the camera, the owner of the Xiaoyao Pavilion is walking on the breeze, and his clothes are flowing like a peach petal in the bustling streets of the capital. The Xiaoyao Prince who has been watching people secretly feels that he will not know where he is going to fly in the next second.

So quickly jumped down to pull people.

But the little prince has never been good at martial arts, jumping down in such a hurry, and not falling on all fours in front of the beautiful woman is considered an extraordinary performance, and he is very precise - he didn't hold her hand - but rolled up her sleeve His cuff was ripped off.

An Wangjun was stunned on the spot: This is so different from the script!

Su Yang was also dumbfounded: What do you mean when you see me approaching, you hide forward!What the script says is pulling the arm, if you don’t hide from me, why is it pulling?

In the spring, the willow wind is blowing and the face is not cold. The small pavilion master's lingering sky blue wide sleeves are blown up and thrown down by the wind. Through the translucent gauze fabric, one can vaguely see the owner's face, which is prettier than spring.A cuff of the same color was held in the little prince's hand, fluttering.

If you want to sue, you will rest, if you want to sue, you will rest.

The two people in the center of the line of sight stared wide-eyed, maintaining such an inexplicable posture like a freeze-frame sculpture.

All the people who eat melons are dumbfounded...

"Come on, this is over." Director Gu was still calm, unruffled in the face of danger, sticking to his job, he really deserved to have seen a lot of the world.

Wait, Director Gu, are you sure you won't be strangled to death by the screenwriter if you change the script on the spot like this!

So during the 15-minute break, everyone saw An huddled in a corner, rolling his sleeves with a complicated expression.But because of the backhand and the big and long sleeves, Classmate An couldn't get around it even after holding on for a long time.

The little pavilion master is in trouble, so hurry up and find the little prince——Chigualu thought at the same time.

And what about our little prince?

Our Old Demon Su is wondering whether it is his own handicap and lame eyes, or that kid's blindness and stage fright, or Director Gu Tianranji's aura poisoning the entire crew.

To put it simply, we Su Laoyao are deeply reflecting on the reasons and analyzing human nature.

The innocent little brother Yan Qitong couldn't stand it any longer, so he squatted down and helped An Wangjun tie up his sleeves.It seemed that he was afraid of untying the cuff again, this time he tied a tight knot firmly.

"Okay, Brother Su won't be able to tear it apart no matter how hard he tries!" Brother Yan clapped his hands to reassure.

These words sounded as if he had just been forced to bow by the overlord... An Wangjun squeezed out a smile: "So I have to thank you."

"It's a little effort, you're welcome!" Brother Yan patted An Wangjun's shoulder heroically, sat down with his arms around his shoulder, and discussed with him one-sidedly how he did that lower back just now, and why he couldn't bend down anyway...

Lao Yao Su, who failed to analyze human nature, watched from a distance. He suddenly wanted to help this little brother with a fancy name, and by the way, he also lowered his groping paw.

Yan Qitong, who was speaking with Balabala, suddenly shivered: "Strange, why is it so cold? Has the temperature dropped?"

After Deng Tuzi Li Quran, an abrupt nobleman on the street, and the two broke up unhappy, they did not expect that the two met again in the same day in the huge capital city.

Li Quran was overjoyed, he closed his fan and stroked his palms and said, "It's really a fate!"

Linghu Yuan turned around and left.

The little prince followed cheekily: "Your Majesty, Li Quran, I offended you just now, please accompany me."

Linghu Yuan ignored him and continued to walk forward, but he was a little surprised at Li Churan's direct report to the house, and didn't know whether he was really stupid or fake.

Li Churan was not discouraged: "The young master left so quickly just now, but the next moment he lost his mind, and he didn't have time to apologize."

"You don't need to apologize." Linghu Yuan said, but his feet didn't stop.

Who is Li Churan, the number one devil king in the capital, how much money is his face worth?Straight away, he stood in front of Linghu Yuan with his long legs, and made a bow with his fan: "In this way, I will punish myself with three cups as an apology. The Xianghe fine wine in Wenxianglou near here is famous far and wide, and it just happens to cleanse the dust for the young master. , so that Li can do his best as a landlord, what do you think, my lord?"

Linghu Yuan frowned, secretly thinking that this man has a thick skin.

Li Churan shook out the folding fan, shaking it in a personable manner, with a pure smile on his face.

So I changed the venue to Wenxianglou, where the little prince invites people to drink.

"Oh my lord, you haven't been here for a long time. The girls in the building miss you so much~" Before entering the door, I asked the shopkeeper of Xianglou, cough cough, and the "mother" of Xianglou shook her handkerchief welcome up.

"Puchi!" The little pavilion master couldn't hold back his laughter.

His face turned red with a smile. "Sorry sorry."

Such a cute young man had crooked peach blossom eyes because of his shy smile, and the half-aged mistress held up her handkerchief and felt that her heart would be moved by her age.

Seeing this, Su Yang snatched him away with his armpit, turned around and said to Gu Changan, "The child is still young."

Gu Changan nodded: "Well, it's eighteen. It's true that in ancient times, the eighteenth courtesan could be carried home."

Su Yang: "..."

Gu Changan smiled even more innocently.

"Oh, by the way, change the lines immediately." Director Gu switched to the professional mode in a second, "Didn't Li Churan ask Linghu's name at the originally scheduled wine table, and then Linghu said that he was Han Tingsong? Change it , not that."

An Wangjun blinked: "Then what should I replace it with? Yingli or Junior Brother Fengqing?"

Gu Changan looked at Su Yang who was still holding An Wangjun, and said very seriously: "Linghu's pseudonym, Su Yi."

Su Yang & "Su Yi": "..."

Until he was seated in the private room on the second floor of Wenxiang Building, the speechlessness in An Wangjun's heart hadn't completely dissipated. Su Yang squinted over and told you to come here to die, blame me?

An Wangjun sighed silently to adjust his mood, and when he raised his eyes again, he was that indifferent little pavilion master again.

"If the lord wants to come here, just tell me clearly, why bother using the pretext of inviting me to drink."

The little prince tilted his head innocently: "I have explained it clearly. I said that Wen Xianglou's Jin Xianghe is famous far and wide, and he wants to use wine to make amends." He poured a full glass for Linghu Yuan.

It was so frank and upright that I almost believed it.

The little pavilion master was noncommittal, but he remembered the fear of being dominated by CH3CH2OH in Jinling Residence that day, but his face was still calm, even unfathomable, and he picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

Still H2O is delicious.

Seeing that he drank so readily, Li Churan also filled his own glass, touched the empty wine cup in Linghu Yuan's hand, and slowly pecked at it mouthful by mouthful.

The cool white open is really tasteless, next time I encourage the props group to replace it with Erguotou.Su Yang thought to himself, and suddenly recalled that night when he lived in Jinling, the little kid was drunk and insane, and his throat was a little bit burnt by the bland cool white.

Hurry up and hold on.

On the other side of the painting screen, the singer and dancer whom Xu Niang greeted was exhaling Nalan, swaying gracefully, how many pairs of shy or hot eyes were turning around the two of them, Linghu Yuan could see clearly. "I've already had the wine, and it's inconvenient for me to disturb the prince's good time, so I'm leaving."

"What did you say?" Li Churan was upset, and directly took Linghu Yuan's hand - this time he pulled Linghu Yuan's hand very accurately, and he didn't pull his sleeves away again.

The little pavilion master with the best martial arts in the world looked down at a certain hooligan's salty pig's claws, but said nothing.

Li Churan was not guilty at all, pulled him back to his seat, and poured another full cup. During the period, he had nothing to say and chatted with Linghu Yuan blindly. Linghu Yuan answered every question seriously, and seemed to know everything. , but after doing reading comprehension, I found that what he said was true and false, and it was unclear.

It seems that the little prince is not very good at Chinese, at this time he is satisfied with the other party's frankness, and he keeps pouring one cup after another for Linghu Yuan.

This scene is a long shot, it doesn’t seem to be difficult, it’s just drinking and chatting, but it has higher requirements for lines and details. Contradictions and conflicts should also be foreshadowed here.Gu Changan was very relieved of Su Yang, after all, the three trophies were not brought home for nothing, and as for Mr. An Wang——

It's not what you act like, but what you act like.

Although Linghu meant to him a part of acting in his true colors, Director Gu still gave An Wangjun a big tick - it can be said that he is very promising.

The little prince had already poured out a pot of wine while he was speaking, Linghu Yuan stopped him from calling for more wine, "It's getting late, I should take my leave."

"My son's words are wrong. You see, raising a glass to invite the moon is the joy of life."

The upright little pavilion master smiled, with a sly light in his eyes: "It turns out that the prince wants to stay overnight, but I don't understand the style."

Li Churan didn't speak, but looked at him aggrievedly.

Linghu Yuan doesn't care about him.

Li Churan was even more aggrieved, and pitifully, he began to murmur: "I just think we are destined, and I want to treat you to my favorite wine, but you think of me like this, it really hurts people's hearts. Sigh, my heart is really old, The world is getting worse. I put my heart in the bright moon, but the bright moon doesn't shine on me..."

Linghu Yuan didn't want to hear him chant, so he turned around and was about to leave.

"Bang!" The little prince pretended to slap the table, stood up and raised his chin like a rooster who refused to admit defeat, "You dare to leave? This is the first time this prince has been humiliated like this!"

Really the first time?Obviously, I once stripped him down to only his underwear and threw it on the official road, so I forgot about it when I returned to the capital.

Linghu Yuan watched him blow his hair very calmly, and smoothed out the messy cuff.

Li Churan swallowed his saliva, what's the matter with this unreasonable guilt?

"You, look, the wine has passed three rounds, and you didn't tell me your name!"

You've been following me since I showed up in Beijing, and you still say you don't know who I am?

Linghu Yuan smiled helplessly: "It's nothing to be concerned about, just a commoner."

Li Churan twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a row of dense teeth.

Wulin No. [-] raised his forehead silently: "I am Su Yi."

The little prince who was still furious suddenly regained his energy, and pulled out the folding fan pinned to his waist with his backhand. He was so coquettish that he tied a flower, and finally hooked it on the chin of the little pavilion master, with a meaningful smile on his face: "Oh, Su Yi! ? Then do you have an older brother named Su Yang?"

An Wang-jun was stunned again.

What kind of trouble is it that Ma De likes to temporarily change the lines one by one!

Not only An Wang-jun, but also the crew on the set were stunned, and they all looked at Gu Changan with stiff necks while maintaining their original postures.

The wise and mighty director Gu curled his lips and waved his hands. The oiran actor next door who had already prepared immediately understood and screamed in a shrill voice: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The tent is warmed by red candles, and the red sleeves add fragrance. Some people are lying in this golden cave, dying.

The eyes are protruding, the face is distorted, and the mouth is spitting blood, which is very ferocious.

"This, isn't this the third son of the Minister of Rites!"

When the two of them saw it, well, it wasn't the idiot during the day.

"Ah! It's you!" Among the onlookers, no one in his clothes was dressed properly, and he pointed at Linghu Yuan, his face flushed with excitement, "You were at the lake during the day, and you had an argument with him!"

In an instant, the crowd was in a commotion, and they automatically kept a distance of three feet from Linghu Yuan. Li Churan looked around, touched his nose, and sneaked closer.

Once the seed of doubt is planted, it grows fast: "Yes! I saw it too!"

"Slapped people away with one slap!"

"Thanks for being so good-looking and having such a vicious mind!"

There was a squeak.Li Churan looked at Linghu Yuan, frowned, stepped forward and shouted: "What's the noise, it's giving me a headache."

Shut up the instant he yelled.

Linghu Yuan walked into the corpse, probed the neck of this hapless dude with two fingers, and understood.

"Is the cause of death strange?" Li Churan asked him.

Linghu Yuan wiped his fingers and was very calm: "An hour ago, he was killed by Xiaoyao Pavilion's unique sword technique."

The author has something to say:

Shock!Xiaoyao Pavilion, the leader of the martial arts, wantonly slaughtered all the people in the court. Do they want to rebel, or do they want to rebel, or do they want to rebel?

I'm sorry to ask for a leave of absence. Materia Medica has to go out to prepare for the exam until the weekend. It is estimated that it will not be updated until next Monday, which is the 26th.

Although there are still about [-] words in the manuscript, it is estimated that the follow-up will be overhauled... After all, it was written last year, and now I look back and there are still many places that I can't bear to look at (cover my face)

Mother can't think her son is ugly (cover face)