Waiting Upon You

Ling Lang took the object from the opponent's hand with a sullen face, and immediately looked away, building an aura that strangers should not get close to.

The visitor smiled slightly, bypassed Ling Lang, walked straight to Feng Hao, and stretched out his hand, "Wu Guanfeng."

No matter where Feng Hao goes, no matter who he treats, he is always polite.However, at this moment, he sat motionless in his original position, and only glanced at the other party lightly, neither introducing himself nor shaking hands with him.

Seeing this, Wu Guanfeng was neither embarrassed nor annoyed. He took back his hand that was hanging in the air and put it in his pocket.

"I've admired your name for a long time, but I've never had the chance to see him. Today I see you." He looked at Feng Hao meaningfully from head to toe again, "It's really extraordinary."

Feng Hao still didn't express anything, but Wu Guanfeng didn't mind talking to himself, "I've heard your new song, it's really good, but..."

He leaned down slightly, "The MV shooting made me even more amazed."

The two looked at each other calmly, and there was a tense confrontation under the calm surface.

"People who don't understand can't understand it naturally, but people who can understand can understand it at a glance," Wu Guanfeng spit out each word, "Your cabinet is too obvious."

Only then did Feng Hao react. He smiled noncommittally, "I don't understand what you are talking about. If you are praising the effect of the MV, I will thank you on behalf of the director."

Wu Guanfeng straightened up again, as if he had expected that the other party would use this excuse to cover up the past, so he didn't press the question any longer, but shifted the blame to Ling Lang, "As for the name of the film king, it is even more impressive. Although he has never worked with him before, But I have also heard a lot of rumors..."

His gaze continued to go back and forth between the two, "It's just that at this moment, these rumors may not be true."

He looked at Ling Lang, "a senior," then looked at Feng Hao, "a junior, when there is only one chair in the room, it's not the junior who offered the chair to the senior, but the opposite," he said When I got here, I paused, "This doesn't fit Bingshan's image in the eyes of the public at all, does it?"

Ling Lang only took him as air, no matter what he said, he ignored it, but Feng Hao smiled dismissively, "The so-called image in the eyes of the public is nothing more than created by the media. You are a mess in the entertainment circle. It’s been so long, I’m sure you don’t know that nine out of ten of the media’s words can’t be trusted, just like the media also portrayed you as a good young man, but who knows the truth?”

"Seniors are sympathetic to the younger generation, and give up the seat. This is called caring and courteous. If you have such a big obsession with this chair, I don't mind showing sympathy to you. Anyway, this is just an ordinary seat, not the throne, anyone You can sit if you want, and the movie hasn't started yet, so there's really no need for you to get into the movie so early."

None of the three people in the room spoke again, and there was an aura of tit-for-tat in the air, which intensified until the director, producer and others pushed the door to break the strange silence. Seeing them coming, Feng Hao stepped out of the chair. stood up.

"Eh? The three of you came so early, what are you doing standing up? Sit down," the producer saw that the atmosphere in the meeting room was not right, and immediately adjusted his voice, but he looked around only to find that something was wrong, "Where are all the chairs?"

A person who looked like a secretary hurriedly explained, "Yesterday, the meeting room next door was not enough, so I moved there. I will move back right away."

Ten minutes later, a group of people finally sat down. Ling Lang sat next to Feng Hao, and Wu Guanfeng sat directly opposite, and continued to provoke this side with his eyes. Feng Hao resumed his usual gentle image, turning a blind eye to the provocation from the other side.

No matter how blind the producer was, he could tell. He coughed and coughed halfway through the speech, "It's rare that the main actors in our movie all come from the same agency, so everyone must be familiar with each other..."

"NONO," Wu Guanfeng shook his finger and interrupted him, "Although we are all artists under Ye's banner, I am just a small person. As for those two, they are big names who don't even bother to attend the company's annual meeting. How dare I climb high."

"Uh," the producer choked for a moment, "Then it's just a good opportunity to take this filming opportunity to develop a relationship with each other."

"I hope so too," Wu Guanfeng said without changing his expression. "After all, I'm a senior in a company, and I don't want negative news that the actors don't fit before the film is shot."

"I also feel the same way," Feng Hao agreed quietly.

Wu Guanfeng grinned, showing his white teeth, "I will ask the two senior brothers to take care of me from now on."

Feng Hao tilted his head slightly, and returned him a charming smile, "Both each other."

Ling Lang ascended to the throne under the attention of all the people. He has never been seen as a director of a costume drama. After his first appearance, he was full of praise. It is above tens of millions of people.

He secretly rejoiced that he didn't choose the wrong person for this role. Feng Hao and Wu Guanfeng's performances were also remarkable. Incomparably subtle.

Ling Lang was reviewing the script for the next scene, his brows twisted into a Sichuan shape.

"What's the matter?" Feng Hao walked over, "Have any difficulties?"

Ling Lang didn't make a sound, it was a tacit consent.

"I know the next scene might be a bit difficult for you," Feng Hao reminded him, "but don't forget, you are an actor."

Ling Lang raised his eyes and looked at him, the look of embarrassment still remained between his brows.

"Start!" The director ordered, and the cameraman slowly moved the camera forward.

In the imperial study room, Ling Lang slammed the memorial on the desk, "Tell me, what is written in this memorial?"

Feng Hao stood at the side with his hands down, although he was respectful, but his attitude also had the firmness of an admonishing minister, "I think there must be something strange about this matter, the prefect of Huzhou is an upright person, and he is upright and self-serving. I hope His Majesty will allow you to find out and play again."

The prefect of Huzhou was an official handpicked by Feng Hao. He was in charge of the important states and counties of the imperial court. In order to loosen this brick, Wu Guanfeng did a lot of work in private. Add insult to injury.

"Everyone knows that the prefect of Huzhou has an unusual relationship with Prime Minister Feng. Now that the prefect has committed a crime and ordered Prime Minister Feng to investigate, who knows whether Prime Minister Feng will act impartially or take the opportunity to destroy the stolen goods?"

Feng Hao glared at him, "Feng has always done things aboveboard, and the emperor has his own decisions in his mind. How can it be your turn to intervene? If the prefect of Huzhou is really framed, Prime Minister Wu must have contributed a lot."

When Wu Guanfeng saw Feng Hao saying this, he naturally wouldn't show weakness. The two argued with each other, completely treating the emperor as a display.

"Enough!" Ling Lang shouted angrily.

The slippery Wu Guanfeng accepted it as soon as he saw it, and the emotional Feng Hao transferred his anger to the emperor, "If your majesty continues to believe in the words of such a villain, if you don't care about indiscriminate harm to Zhongliang, I'm afraid people in the world will scold your majesty behind your back!"

"Bold!" Ling Lang raised his right hand high, but he couldn't lower it.

"Crap! What's going on?" The director didn't understand why Ling Lang's movements stopped suddenly.

Ling Lang frowned even more. He put down his hands and shook his sleeves, "Sorry, let's do it all over again."

Feng Hao brewed his emotions, and scolded Ling Lang bloody again, "...I'm afraid that people in the world will curse His Majesty behind his back!"

"Bold!" Feng Hao raised his neck fearlessly, ready to meet Ling Lang's next palm, but Ling Lang seemed to be immobilized by someone's immobilization spell.

After NGing three times, Ling Lang's hand finally came down reluctantly, but it didn't touch Feng Hao's face at all, and softly brushed past Feng Hao's ear. From a certain angle, it looked more like a tender caress.

The director was helpless and ordered to rest for a while, Ling Lang followed Feng Hao to a corner with few people.

"You are an actor, you have to be more dedicated."

"Sorry, I can not do it."

Feng Hao sighed, "You are just acting now."

"I know, but I still can't do it."

"When filming, you have to forget my identity."

Ling Lang thought for a while, "Impossible."

"Look at me," Feng Hao forced him to look directly into his eyes, "You are now the king of a country, and I am your subject. It is only natural for you to hit me if I offend you."

Ling Lang looked at him seriously for a while, and then replied, "Impossible."

He lowered his eyes, "I know that my current behavior is very childish, but no matter what reason or occasion, let me behave disrespectfully to you," he raised his head, "I'm sorry, I can't do it."

Feng Hao sized him up for a moment, and finally laughed out loud, "I don't know if I should be happy now, or..."

Wu Guanfeng caught a glimpse of the two whispering in the corner, and slowly walked over, "Why, the relationship is so good that you don't even want to slap in the face? If you can't do it, I don't mind doing it for you."

Seeing him approaching, Ling Lang raised his leg and walked away. Before taking a few steps, Feng Hao grabbed his wrist from behind.

He leaned close to Ling Lang's ear, "A number."

Ling Lang opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Feng Hao smiled, "Old rules, if you can't do it, three people will be deducted."

Ling Lang frowned, Feng Hao had already walked to the previous position and stood up, waiting for him with a smile on his face.

Wu Guanfeng also passed by him, looking at the two with interest.

Ling Lang walked over step by step, seemingly calm on the surface, but in fact every step was very difficult.

He walked up to Feng Hao, stood still, turned around with a serious expression.

"Okay, let's start!" The director saw that the three of them were ready, and ordered to start the machine.

The camera's green light turned on, and Feng Hao impassionedly repeated his lines again.

Accompanied by the sound of "Bold", Ling Lang's hand that stopped in mid-air trembled slightly.

Wu Guanfeng on the side raised the corners of his lips and walked over slowly.

"Prime Minister Feng dared to speak such treasonous words, he deserves death, but why should the emperor dirty his hands, why don't you let the humble job do it for you."

After the last word was pronounced, his hand was already raised high, and he slapped it over without any explanation. Unexpectedly, before he even touched Feng Hao, he was sternly stopped in mid-air.

Wu Guanfeng turned his head in surprise, only to see that Ling Lang was clasping his wrist with all his strength, his sword eyebrows raised angrily, his starry eyes were full of power, and the strength in his hands made him unable to move for a while. Extremely weird.

"Stop! What are you guys doing!" The director was puzzled.

The hands of the two slowly lowered, until he was sure that he was no longer a threat, Ling Lang shook his hand away in disgust. Wu Guanfeng rubbed his wrist, leaving a few fingerprints there.

"Do it again, this time I know what to do," Ling Lang returned to his seat expressionlessly.

There was a clear sound of hitting the board, and only heard "bold", Ling Lang Longyan was furious, he raised his right hand high, and his breathing became heavier, as if he was desperately restraining his anger.

Finally, he swiped the dragon table with his backhand, and the origami ink was splashed all over the ground with his wide sleeves rolled up, staining the ground of the imperial study black.

There was silence all around, except for the lid of the teacup rolling on the ground a few times before stopping.

Ling Lang waved his hands and turned his back, his voice was full of supreme majesty, "Go and investigate!"