I abducted a mistress to go home

"Are you ready?" Minghua shouted with a loudspeaker, his face serious and indifferent.

Mu Jinxi straightened his sleeves, looked back at her, pursed his lips, and strode into the imperial study.It has been more than a month since the filming started, and nearly half of the scenes have been played, from Mu Huan's accession to the throne, to the wedding reception of Cong Jingrong's entry into the palace, and then to the two gradually falling in love.When we joined forces, we were in big trouble...

"Have you considered it?" Mu Huan sat on the dragon chair with a blank expression on his pen, staring at the memorial in his hand, but his attention was on the kneeling man below.

Jing Jian, the left servant of the Ministry of War, is the third son of Heisei Hou Jingyi, and he is also the one who has developed the best, but what about the Jing family's position...

Mu Huan put down the vermilion pen, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then raised his chin expressionlessly, "Come here, give the head of the country a seat."

Jing Jian hesitated for a while, carefully glanced at the young man's face, and respectfully accepted the order: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"The head of the state should understand what I mean." Mu Huan looked at him expressionlessly, the light in his eyes was cold and piercing, "I don't want to make the queen sad."

There were only three people in the imperial study room. Wei Jiuzheng stood obliquely behind Mu Huan and pretended to be a transparent person. Because of his loyalty, Mu Huan had no scruples. "Master, don't rush to refute," she smiled After a while, "I believe what Qiwuwei said. I turned a blind eye to it before. After all, he is still my emperor's younger brother. I will give you a chance to choose. It's up to the head of the country."

This is very obvious, for the sake of my father, I am too lazy to bother with you about those small actions, but it is not for you to bully me casually!

Jing Jian was secretly startled, he could only pretend to be stupid in this situation, "I must do my best."

"Really." Mu Huan's face turned cold, and the curve of his lips straightened, showing supreme power for no reason, "In this case, the head of the country must remember what he said today."

"No." Jing Jian saluted cautiously.

Since he was Jing Rong's father, Mu Huan didn't bother to make things difficult for him, so he let him go by arguing a few words.

"Your Majesty is a little restless today." Wei Jiucheng saw him staring at the dragon-shaped paperweight for a long time in silence, and carefully tried to figure out the holy meaning to break the silence.

Mu Huan let out a breath slowly, and glanced at him indifferently, "You looked carefully."

Wei Jiuzheng said flatteringly: "Your Majesty Jing doesn't know what is good and what is bad, don't let your majesty get angry."

"Heh." Mu Huan sneered, "They think I'm not as good as that trash, and they got on the wrong boat and are determined not to jump off."

"The empress should always be on your side, don't be angry, Your Majesty, the empress is distressed."

Mu Huan's face softened, and he suddenly thought of something in the next second, and then changed back to the gloomy mode, "It's better like this."

Wei Jiuzheng's eyebrows twitched, he was worried and didn't know how to comfort him, and then a man came, "The empress is here——"

The eunuch's sharp voice interrupted Mu Huan's feelings of self-pity. She threw away the ink pen and rubbed her eyebrows, stood up, walked down to meet Jing Rong, and said, "Why are you here? You're still running around on a hot day .”

"I heard that the concubine's father is here." Jing Rong's pretentious salute successfully made Mu Huan's eyebrows twitch. She coughed, her majestic eyes glanced at the people behind Jing Rong, and waved her hands: "Okay, okay, come in .”

Jing Rong smiled, leaving all the maids outside the hall as she wished, and followed Mu Huan into the large and empty imperial study.

Wei Jiuzheng pinched his throat and called out the Empress Dowager, Wanfu Jin'an, before he got up, Jing Rong drove him out with a smile.

Mu Huan only glanced at it, walked up to the large dragon chair and sat down, and continued to read the memorial with a cold face.Jing Rong walked over slowly, and skillfully took over Wei Jiuzheng's work to grind ink and lay paper for her.She observed Mu Huan's expression for a while, and then said softly after deliberating for a while: "Just now my father came?"

Mu Huan responded coldly.

Jing Rong continued to grind the ink ingots slowly, and Yu Mo gradually melted into a suitable thick and light ink under his hands, with an elegant and simple fragrance.

After Jing Rong reckoned that her mood had calmed down, he smiled and comforted her and said, "What did father say? Look at you, he is a bit stubborn, Your Majesty, please bear with me."

"Let me take more care?" Mu Huan squinted over, snorted, and emphasized again: "I should take care of it."

Jing Rong was stunned, and the movement of his hands also stopped. He turned his head to look at her, and there was nothing else in his amber eyes. pissed myself off,"

Mu Huan opened the memorial, his sharp eyes pierced directly into Jing Rong's eyes, and the next moment he turned his head softly, "It sounds good."

"What happened to the Ministry of War?" Jing Rong thought for a while and asked tentatively.

They have a very close relationship, and now that there is no one else, Jing Rong doesn't care much about the clause of non-interference in politics, and talks to Mu Huan as usual.

Mu Huan snorted.

Jing Rong raised his eyebrows, glanced at the ink in his hand, put down the ink ingot, wiped his hands gracefully, walked around the dragon case, and hugged Mu Huan's neck, "Why do you need to be angry, your majesty, who can stop you from doing what you want?" Is it okay?"

Mu Huan poked her and glared at her, "Let go of me!"

"Oh?" Jing Rong leaned closer to her on purpose, breathing almost on her cheek. "Ah Huan doesn't like me like this?"

Not surprisingly, Jing Rong saw Mu Huan's cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help laughing at the success of his forced calm.

Mu Huan put down his pen and looked straight into Jing Rong's eyes with a serious expression, as if he wanted to say something but was discouraged in the next second, "It's nothing, I won't do anything to him."

His Majesty's eyes were a little gloomy, Jing Rong tilted his head, his fingertips brushed her cheek and fell to his lips, coaxing: "Tell me, what did father do to make you angry?"

Mu Huan didn't speak, but stared at her for a while, then suddenly said: "Rong'er, I only hope that you will stand by my side, and I can protect you no matter what."

"Anytime, anywhere." She emphasized again.

Jing Rong's heart skipped a beat, her fingers stopped and she involuntarily exerted more force: "Huh?"

Mu Huan turned to the beginning, and passed the memorial in his hand to her with a blank expression, "No."

A memorial successfully diverted Jing Rong's attention, and of course it did not rule out that she herself would not continue to ask questions.In the end, though, years later neither of them kept their word.

The atmosphere in the back is relatively relaxed, and the opponent's drama does not require as much tension in acting as before. The atmosphere in which the two of them usually get along is enough to create a warm sugar-sprinkling scene.All in all, Minghua is satisfied with the results of this day.

"Thank you, why don't you add a chicken leg tonight?" Ming Hua handed Mu Jinxi and Jing Rong a towel each, and raised his eyebrows jokingly.

Mu Jinxi paused, blinked to cover up the momentary confusion in his eyes, coldly took the towel and wiped his face, and his face suddenly became a little horrible.Jing Rong looked funny, shook her head, and wiped the corners of her eyes and lips with a towel, "How dare you wipe the sweat off your head like that."

Mu Jinxi obediently let her move, raising his eyebrows noncommittally.

"Director Ming, this is already halfway through." Mu Jinxi estimated the progress, closed his eyes and enjoyed Jingrong's service.

"Well, halfway through the shooting, the original three-month shooting plan, what's wrong? Are there other arrangements?"

"No." Changed Mu Jinxi to wipe Jing Rong's sweat, and then held hands and prepared to go into the dressing room to remove makeup, "I'm almost running out of manuscripts, can I take a day off?"

"...Speaking of saving manuscripts, you have been slow to update recently." Minghua looked at her quietly, "Are you sorry for the little cuties who are waiting to be fed?"

"If you don't give me a vacation, where will I have the time to write?" Mu Jinxi rolled his eyes and spoke with an accent, "It seems like love, and the scheme is very useless and easy to cut."

Jing Rong glanced at her when he heard the words, raised his eyebrows and smiled without saying a word.

A guy who is well versed in the power of the emperor, who has carried out drastic reforms in the empire within less than 20 years of his reign and succeeded, you tell me that he is not proficient in tactics? ?

"All right, all right, get out." Minghua waved her hand in disgust, but she also knew the recent situation, "The scenes in the next few days will be quite tense, you should pay attention to the distribution, and don't blame me when it's over."

"Oh." Mu Jinxi replied slowly, "I will tell them that I have been squeezed by Zhou Baopi recently and have no time to code, so I write less and more slowly."

In fact, she just changed from [-] to [-] a day to a stable [-].

The corner of Minghua's mouth twitched, almost speechless.

Satisfied, Mu Jinxi took his daughter-in-law away.

While removing her makeup, she glanced at Weibo, and suddenly found that the private messages and Aite almost exploded.

#shock!what do i seeA well-known wife appeared on the set! #

Below is the accompanying picture. The text said that the blogger happened to see a familiar figure when he was playing in Hengdian. After a closer look, he felt familiar. After looking through Weibo, he found that it was someone from the Internet circle who had appeared at the author conference. Big picture left! !It's a pity that she didn't have time to rush over to ask for a group photo before she disappeared in an area where tourists were not allowed to enter. After a second look, she seemed to have entered a film crew!

Ait Ronghuan's is a row below, um, Mu Jinxi's tuba.

Mu Jinxi glanced at the posting time on Weibo, raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Jing Rong and asked, "Rong'er, did you notice someone following me yesterday?"

"Huh?" Jing Rong looked over suspiciously, and immediately exploded nervously when he thought of something, "What's wrong? Someone is following you?"

"Oh no... um... It seems that some fans recognized me, did anyone pay special attention to me just yesterday?"

Jing Rong looked at her for a while, thought for a while and asked, "Which aspect are you referring to?"

"Ok?"

"Pay attention to your face? That's a lot."

Mu Jinxi: "..." I feel embarrassed for such a compliment.

The author has something to say: Ah, and I was released after the last English test. In the past two days, I obviously wanted to code well, but... I can’t find it because I haven’t coded for a long time.

emm... By the way, this is obviously an entertainment article, but I always feel that I have forgotten some settings. There shouldn't be only one drama in the entertainment industry (sigh)...

And, brushing Weibo today is so frustrating