Forced to open business after picking up a tyrant [Entertainment]

At the end of winter, thick snow fell all over the capital.

The sun was frozen, without the slightest temperature.

On the official road, a dilapidated carriage drove slowly.

From time to time there was a low-pitched coughing sound in the carriage, and the guard driving the carriage waved his whip unhurriedly: "My lord, with half a stick of incense, we will be able to reach the capital."

Heavy snow fell profusely, the road was sparse, and few people were seen.

Standing on the side of the road not far away was a half-sized figure, a 12-year-old boy, wearing a thick fox fur, with a straight waist.Holding an oil-paper umbrella in hand,

In the wind and snow, it is tough and tall, like the tallest and most luxuriant phoenix tree in the imperial city, burning red and proud.

"Hey, that seems to be the little prince." The guard said in surprise.

The curtain of the car was pulled open, and a man in his twenties bent out.

The guard raised his whip and pointed in the boy's direction: "My lord, that is the young prince, right?"

"Hey, my lord, why don't you wear a cloak. It's windy and snowy outside."

The guard stopped the carriage and urged the people around him to go back to the carriage.

"Master."

The young man walked over quickly, not allowing the man to refuse, took off his fur coat and put it on the man.He frowned rather dissatisfied, "If Xichen doesn't follow you, you won't be able to take care of yourself."

The man rubbed the boy's head, and pulled the boy into the carriage: "I'm not in a hurry to go back to Beijing to see you, ahem."

The two returned to the carriage.

The young man sighed helplessly, and lightly patted the man's back with his palm: "Mr. Cao's memorial is here, saying that the matter in Yiluo Village has been settled."

"Well. Those human skins have been dug out." The man was wrapped in black fur, and the soft fur barely covered his chin. The black fur made his skin pale.

He also intentionally frightened the children, "Strung together with skins, like strips of fried chicken feet. Hahahaha."

"Teacher..." The young man looked at him with angry and funny eyes.

"How old is he, yet so childish."

A tinge of blush quietly appeared on the man's pale face, and he said bluntly, "...Who is the Tai Tuo?"

The young man stretched out his palm and caressed the man's cheek. His palm was very warm, which was the unique vitality of young people.

The man rushed all the way non-stop, his cheeks felt cold, and when he was warmed by the young man, the heat plunged into his heart, unscrupulously invading every inch of his blood and bones, scorching hot.

The boy frowned and asked, "The shadow guard said you were injured, what about now? Are you alright?"

"It's been good."

The young man straightened his legs and patted his thigh: "It will take a while to enter the city, so I will borrow the Taifu to lie down for a while. When I arrive, I will call you."

The man lowered his gaze, tightened his jawbone, obediently lay on the boy's lap, looked at him from bottom to top, and slowly closed his eyes.

Outside the carriage, flying snow covered the sky and the earth, and in the white world, two shallow scratches were made on the wheels of the carriage, and soon, it was submerged by heavy snow.

……

When Shen Nian woke up, she found that she was lying on Jian Xichen's arm, sleeping wildly, with two hands holding on to the other's arm, and one leg was pressing on the other's thigh in a big way.

The wire bed in the board room is not very big, Shen Nian sleeps on the inside, occupying three quarters of the space.

Jian Xichen was only touched by a small side, the kind that could fall off as soon as she turned over.

Shen Nian's soul went out of his body for 3 minutes.

Trying to recall what happened in the middle of last night, he just ate two more wine-flavored chocolates, and then?

There's no after that?

The morning light passed through the gap in the curtains, and the thin light swept across Jian Xichen's face.

The man's eyelashes moved, he opened his eyes, and said calmly, "Morning, Shen Qing."

Shen Nian's soul fled and ran even further.

Between turning over and ignoring people, and pretending to be calm, Shen Nian was stupid for a moment, then wiped the corner of his mouth embarrassingly: "That... Your Majesty... Good morning."

Jian Xichen's eyes fell lightly, his eyes were clear, the so-called waking up breath disappeared the moment he opened his eyes.

Looking back at Shen Nian, the sluggishness of just waking up covered her whole body, and the most important thing...

It is the reaction that every normal man will have when he wakes up in the morning.

Shen Nian's leg was still resting on someone's thigh, and the reaction there happened to be an intimate contact with Jian Xichen's leg intuitively.

Jian Xichen's gaze stopped at the place where the skin of the two touched.

Shen Nian: "..."

He hoped his soul would not come back.

"........."

Half a second later, Shen Nian had a flash of inspiration, his body was as light as a swallow, he jumped over Jian Xichen, grabbed the clothes thrown on the back of the chair, and ran to the shower room at a speed of [-] meters, with a "bang" Lock yourself in.

Jian Xichen sat on the edge of the bed, her palms were pressed on the quilt, and the warmth of each other was still kept in the quilt.

He got up and pushed open the window, the snow that had fallen all night stopped, the freshness after the snow filled the air, and the wind in the mountains was a little more gentle.

Jian Xichen took a deep breath, the corners of his eyes were lightly closed, and there was a flashing smile.

He was in a good mood.

Jian Xichen put on her coat, knocked on the frosted door of the shower room, and said calmly, "Qing used to rest on my legs, but now rests on her hands. There is nothing wrong with her, so don't be shy."

There was the sound of water flowing in the shower room, and the door was gradually submerged in the steaming white mist.

In the small bathroom, Shen Nian squatted in the corner, pricked up his ears, and heard the sound of the door opening and closing outside.

"call……"

The water gushed out of the shower, which can be regarded as extinguishing his embarrassment.

Shen Nian scratched his hair heavily, thinking hopelessly: What is this called!

Thinking about it, he paused uneasily, circled his legs, and water droplets trickled down his eyes, like tears.

After the incident at the university, last night was the first time Shen Nian had such close contact with someone else.

What made Shen Nian even more astonished was that he didn't resist Jian Xichen, and brazenly allowed this person to sleep beside him.

In the past, even if you were drunk, your body would subconsciously reject other people.

Tang Duo had never slept in the same bed with him.

Shen Nian also had a very long, very sweet dream.In this night's dream, there is no Jiang Danian, nor the bad intentions of those years.

On the glass door filled with moisture, Shen Nian scribbled a few words in a mess, the same as what he wrote in the office when he met Jian Xichen that day.

Xichen...

At that time, these two words were blacklisted by Shen Nian.

Now, from the blacklist, he suddenly jumped into the whitelist, a privileged territory.

Yes, and only Jian Xichen is alone.

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Since the crew entered the mountain, under Han Qiu's high pressure, the filming progressed very quickly.

Han Qiu is a drama lunatic, and when the camera turns, he is lifelessly harsh.

Jian Xichen was scolded countless times by him, Fang Xiangyu even worse, his eyes were swollen from crying several times.

After joining Han Qiu's group, Shen Nian seemed to have changed. He either followed the director and watched the show, or stayed in the container in the middle of the night to adjust the next day's show.

The scene of these two days was in the mountains and forests, at Sangzhu's inn.

On the set, in order to create a dim light, the three headlights were not facing the scene directly, complementing each other with interlaced light, making the shot look hazy and dark.

After Jian Xichen finished her styling, she came out of the lounge wrapped in a thick cloak, looking very weak.

Fang Xiangyu was wearing a lake-blue skirt. After putting on his makeup, he looked like a clever girl.

In this scene, Master Shen secretly came to the secret room of the inn to investigate the truth while Sang Zhu was out, but when he came out, he was bumped into by Sang Zhu.Sangzhu wanted to kill the man several times, but she was so instigated by her mind that she couldn't do it for a long time.

"The second scene of No. 40 of "The Lantern of the River", four mirrors, the ninth time."

Sang Zhu, played by Fang Xiangyu, walked from a distance in the snow, step by step, stepping on the footprints that Jian Xichen stepped on just now.It seems like this, you can get closer to men.

Mr. Shen pushed the door out of the house, and when he saw the girl, he was taken aback for a moment, then stood still: "Did you walk away on purpose?"

"No." Sangzhu tilted her head, rolled her eyes in aggrieved way, "Brother River God told me, he...he..."

"He asked you to kill me?"

"Sangzhu doesn't want to kill your lord."

"Why?"

There was a lantern hanging under the eaves in front of the inn, Mr. Shen poked it casually, and said lightly, "Kill me, and no outsiders will know the secrets of your village."

Master Shen gestured at Sang Zhu, and Sang Zhu walked up to him noncommittally, blinking.

In order to show Sangzhu's inhuman attributes, Fang Xiangyu wore pure black colored contact lenses. The pupils were black and big. If you look at them for a long time, you will feel a little fear.

"Because..." Sangzhu looked at him anxiously, sniffling and said, "Sir, Sangzhu doesn't want your human skin anymore, can you promise Sangzhu that you don't want the water from Mirage Lake?"

Mr. Shen held a piece of yellow paper between his fingers, and his eyes showed laziness: "No, I'm here to solve the matter of Mirage Lake."

Sangzhu said anxiously: "But if this is the case, the river god will not let you go, you will die."

At this time, the high-power blower started to work, and large snowflakes were blown around.

Sang Zhu was shocked, grabbed Lord Shen by the sleeve, and stepped back: "The river god is angry."

Mr. Shen pulled her behind, held a formula with two fingers, and held out a piece of yellow paper.

"Card!"

Han Qiu urged the props to be put on quickly: "Don't delay, light the fire quickly."

"continue."

The talisman paper spontaneously ignited without fire, burning out a wisp of blue flame.

Shen Nian sat beside Han Qiu, watching the screen on the monitor, holding a pen, and quickly recorded in the blank space of the script.

Han Qiu turned his head and looked at him.

Han Qiu tapped his fingers several times on the script circled by Shen Nian: "It still doesn't work."

On the field.

"Why don't you let us go."

Sangzhu looked at the fire, her eyes were red, and tears fell down: "The river god wants to kill you, but... I like you, what should I do?"

She paused, leaned forward, and bit the man's lip.

Jian Xichen turned slightly to avoid her kiss.

"Kakaka!"

Han Qiu couldn't help but jumped up, and shouted angrily: "Jian Xichen, what are you doing so stupidly!"