C-site pheromone

According to the requirements of the program group, three groups of people need to record the script separately, and they will edit it out and put it into the feature film later.

Wen Yaofeng didn't think about how to deal with the susceptible period for the time being, so he went to the study and took a piece of equipment and set it up in front of the dining table.

The script was enclosed in two large envelopes, sealed with names in gold lacquer pen.

The two ate and read the script next to the smoky soup stove, leaving the camera on and not speaking for 15 minutes.

The white radish is stewed sweet and delicious, the shiitake mushrooms are cut into a cross and float next to the chopped green onion, the konjac shredded kelp knot and the fat beef are stacked into a crescent, and there is a hot spring egg in the middle.

There are three things in the envelope.

The map of Xidu, the script "Golden Poison Feather", wishful bag.

The map has the texture of folk paintings of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the old parchment was specially selected, and it was packed in a small brown bamboo tube and tied with hemp rope.

The script is not too long. After three pages explaining the background setting, individual identity, and final goal, there is no remark for a single line, and then it all depends on their impromptu performance.

Ruyi bags are made of brocade silk, Wen Yaofeng's side is dark purple, and Bai Chun's is bamboo green.

Wen Yaofeng put the script aside, scooped up a bowl of soup and rice, and said casually, "Let's talk?"

"Yeah." Bai Chun said indifferently: "Maybe we can't chat casually."

"That can't be done." Wen Yaofeng leaned over to scoop up a spoonful of soup for him, with a smile on his tone.

"Speaking of which, you have to call me Brother Prince."

Bai Chun glanced at him, pretending not to hear.

The tips of the ears were slightly red.

In the 23rd year of Zhaocan in the Dayong Dynasty, the old emperor was seriously ill, and he was not in power for four years, and his life was hanging by the old ginseng soup.

Powerful ministers suspect that this is a fake illness, and there are also filial emperors and grandchildren who kneel in Shou'an Temple and copy scriptures day and night to pray for blessings.

Internally and externally, the disputes between the two parties have become more and more obvious.

A faction of veterans centered on the prime minister, Pan Xiao, supported the crown prince Yao, and was willing to assist him in inheriting the throne.

A group of new ministers, only Taifu Jiang Qie, followed suit, intending to support Prince Chun to be promoted to the new emperor.

When the situation was dark and dark, rumors suddenly spread in the market, saying that there was a strange thing called Jin Zhenyu, which was colorless and odorless when killing people, and could kill the drinker after two hours by lightly dipping it in tea.

If either party finds such a strange thing, it will inevitably lead the general trend and move forward indomitably.

The story begins here.

One of the twin sisters is a favorite concubine, the other is a flower girl, and their character files are marked with 'unknown faction'.

Wen Yaofeng didn't expect that he and Bai Chun would stand on opposite sides so soon, and after reading his pages again and again, he touched the contents of the wish bag under the table.

Half a tiger charm, half a jade pendant, and a hickory nut.

Bai Chun put the wishful bag on the other side and was not in a hurry to untie it.

"We need to analyze the script and the map." He scooped up a few pieces of white radish, and said unhurriedly: "There are four scenes in total, Taihe Hall, Fengliuji, Shanglin Garden, and Qingyu Mansion."

Wen Yaofeng stared at his wrist, feeling the urge to lean over and kiss him.

"Prince Chun is in Qingyu Mansion?"

"Well," Bai Chun said with a subtle smile, "The prince is chic and suave. He spends his days in Hualiu Lane. If courtiers want to find you, of course they have to go to Fengliuji."

Wen Yaofeng glanced at the map, and inexplicably had a picture in his mind.

If a cold and desireless person like Bai Chun is dressed in black hair and waist, he will be taken to Shanglinyuan for a boat trip, and he will be pushed down in the boat to do something, and the pond will be full of ripples...

Bai Chun didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, and was still doing his best to help explain the setting.

Although he and Wen Yaofeng are in opposing camps in this episode, they both belong to ECHO.

It's one thing to win, it's another to win the lottery.

In terms of professionalism, Bai Chun never loses to anyone.

Although Wen Yaofeng also wanted to concentrate on preparations and analyze more game ideas, his blood was like retrograde insects and ants, constantly burning his nerves.

No matter which corner of the map you look at, gorgeous and fragrant pictures will also appear.

The Qingyu Mansion is full of bamboo forests, if you take Bai Chun there and rub the back of your neck to rub his waist...

"Are you listening?"

"I'm listening." Wen Yaofeng said calmly: "I'm thinking about how to break the situation."

Bai Chun stopped talking, lowered his head, ate a few mouthfuls, and whispered: "I don't believe it."

Wen Yaofeng was restless and nervous, thinking that after the susceptible period, he would become this kind of virtue, and his appearance would become more and more refined, and he boasted a few words in a decent way: "You have always had a good sense of drama, and I may make trouble if I act alone in the future. joke."

Bai Chun smiled lightly.

"You better live to the end."

The six people from the two parties fought openly and secretly to eliminate dissidents and achieve the final victory.

At present, the plot setting has been unlocked, and there are two ways to kill people.

The first type is Jin Zhenyu.

Dip the highly poisonous Toba into the wine glass, and after drinking it, you will die from the poison within two hours.

Wen Yaofeng snorted: "Then we don't drink, isn't the game impossible to play?"

Having said that, it automatically appeared in his mind that Prince Chun's clothes were half undressed, he was slightly drunk, and he called his elder brother with red eyes.

Hiss... I can't stand it anymore.

He tapped his head.

Bai Chun said casually: "There is a second one."

Public scene · Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony is a place where officials and ministers discuss politics, and each of the six players can ring twelve bells here to compulsorily convene all members to participate in the discussion.

If the logic is sufficient and the speech is clear, the player can lead the ministers to vote a specific player out and beheaded at the Meridian Gate.

"Those ministers should be played by extras, but how will the director team design it specifically——Wen Yaofeng, you've been staring at me for a long time."

Bai Chun leaned forward, playing with taste: "You won't start thinking about how to kill my own brother right now?"

They were close enough to kiss with just one side of the head.

I really want to kiss moist.

Wen Yaofeng braced his concentration and only reached out to touch his face.

"Then I can't bear it."

In the past, the reaction during the susceptible period was not so big, what happened recently?

——Or is it like this after marking OMEGA? ?

Bai Chun didn't expect him to touch his face after chatting for a few words, so he slapped him away and continued to write notes.

We ate and chatted for more than half an hour, and when the materials were almost collected, we turned off the camera and cleaned the dining table.

Wen Yaofeng consciously followed him to wash the dishes and wipe the cabinet, and occasionally glanced at him secretly.

"What's going on with you today?" Before Bai Chun finished speaking, he suddenly realized: "The susceptibility period has come?"

Wen Yaofeng put the bowls and chopsticks back to their original place, and hummed calmly.

"Very restless." His voice was hoarse: "Uncomfortable."

Bai Chun took a step back subconsciously, clenched and opened his fingers.

This is a bit beyond his knowledge.

Wen Yaofeng didn't ask for anything, he wrung out the rag and hung it up, and went to get the injection.

He did it on purpose.

As an ALPHA that has differentiated for several years, he has already injected many inhibitors.

But he not only intentionally told Bai Chun about his restlessness, but also gave him an injection in front of Bai Chun.

Just like a wolfhound, it licks the fur of its prey carefully to invade the other party more.

The needle tube is thick and glows with a cold light.

Wen Yaofeng took off his coat, sat down, shook the injection, and drew a whole bottle into the syringe.

Bai Chun's expression changed slightly, and he leaned over to help him wipe the sterilized cotton ball, and hesitated for a few seconds when he pulled his hand away.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Wen Yaofeng rolled up his sleeves slowly, and glanced at him occasionally: "Susceptible period inhibitors will target ALPHA's aggressiveness, and basically contain tranquilizers and interferon."

"But the program will be recorded tomorrow." Bai Chun frowned and said, "Maybe there will be a lot of physical exertion, which is a bit dangerous."

"You help me?" He laughed: "Just kidding, I can handle it."

When the syringe was pushed, a few drops of liquid dripped out of the needle and landed on the marble table.

Wen Yaofeng took a light breath, pointed the needle at the right arm vein, and slowly sank.

"Wait a moment."

He looked up at him, tilting his head slightly as a questioning expression.

"Inhibitors can be given within three days, right?"

This is nonsense.

He has worked in Alpha for four years, and Bai Chun, him and Rong Zishe have also been together for four years, and they have seen too many times without needing to.

Wen Yaofeng didn't answer, but continued to look at Bai Chun.

The latter frowned and said, "I'll think about it."

"That's not good." Wen Yaofeng laughed lowly: "We are all teammates, I owe you these...it's hard to pay back."

Bai Chun raised his hand to close his side face, leaned over and said softly: "Did you want to fuck me just now? Huh?"

"Susceptible period." Wen Yaofeng let him touch him, and the anxiety in his heart immediately receded like a tide, and he simply pressed his cheek against his palm, panting lightly: "I'm very pure, don't be so defensive .”

Bai Chun withdrew his hand, stared at him and left.

Wen Yaofeng played with the injection for a while, and sent a message to his assistant casually.

Bring a spare with me tomorrow, just in case.

OMEGA, which helps ALPHA in the susceptible period to solve the problem, is basically feeding a tiger with his body. The probability of Bai Chun being so cautious is too low.

Early the next morning, both of them went out at 07:30.

Although the recording time of "The Moment of Killing" was in the afternoon, part of the shooting and interviews were scheduled in the morning because Wen Yaofeng asked for leave.

The media is nothing more than watching the show's popularity and good ratings, and want to use some traffic to send questions and answers, and the question repetition rate is very high.

There were also tricky gossip questions, but they were all blocked by Sister Su cleanly.

"Please don't ask questions that have nothing to do with the program, cherish the time of both parties!"

"This reporter asks you to pay attention to your distance!"

Wen Yaofeng was on the verge of a susceptibility period, and the late injection of the inhibitor caused aggravated irritability, and the five senses were amplified to a more acute level.

He could smell the stench of cigarette smoke on the fingers and collars of the journalists, and the rattling flashes made one want to get angry.

The same question has been asked back and forth by five self-media and new media, and it is not easy to be irritable during the susceptible period.

Bai Chun always had a decent smile, and accompanied Wen Yaofeng to help answer.

It's so annoying, why it's not over yet.

Another reporter recklessly jumped in line and rushed over, the microphone was almost hitting his face, and his dialect was still smelly: "Excuse me—"

Wen Yaofeng's sanity is on the verge of breaking.

—Stay away from me, put the microphone away!

One second before he got angry, Bai Chun's palm pressed against his spine.

Soft to the touch, like the best tranquilizer.