I, the emperor, aspired to the top of the entertainment industry

The soldiers approached the city, the horse neighed, and the blood-stained man in silver armor seemed to have a heart, and he turned his head to look at him again. His cold eyes were as cold as a dead pool of water.

Looking at each other, Xie Mingzhou narrowed his eyes, as if thousands of years of time and space were hovering.

In the next second, the screen went black, and Xie Mingzhou suddenly opened his eyes.

He propped his head up, his brain was momentarily dizzy and his breathing was disordered.

It was so real that he could even feel the cold wind blowing on his face, which made his face ache.And the man in the dream is Shen Shuxing.

Xie Mingzhou's heartbeat stopped for a moment as those dead eyes flashed past.In his memory, even though Shen Shuxing was cold, his eyes were bright and energetic, but in his dream he was so cold that he was lifeless, and even had a will to die.

Before dawn, Xie Mingzhou reached out to wipe off the thin sweat on his forehead, put on a thin T-shirt, turned over and got up, opened the window and let the wind blow to calm down.

The cold night wind blew chicken skin all over her body, and the fragrance of flowers filled the courtyard.

A silk nightgown covered him, smooth and soft.

"Not asleep yet?" Accompanied by the deep voice of the man behind him.

Xie Mingzhou raised his eyes, those equally alienated and indifferent eyes were now reflecting the warm light.

He saw his own reflection in the light.

"Boss Fu is not the same." Xie Mingzhou said with a light smile, "Just finished dealing with the company's affairs?"

"Yeah." Fu Chengu said lightly, "What's the matter, are you thinking about that old friend again?"

Xie Mingzhou looked out the window without denying it.

Sensing Xie Mingzhou's reaction, Fu Chengu's face slowly darkened.

"Boss Fu, have you finished reading the "Chronicle of Ming Emperor"?" Xie Mingzhou asked.

"Yeah." Not only did I finish watching it, but I also watched it many times.

"Is it mentioned in the book that Prime Minister Shen has encountered any deeds of defending the city in a deadly battle?" Xie Mingzhou asked doubtfully, still faintly worried. He had never seen Shen Shuxing on the battlefield, but the scene in the dream just now was incomparable. clear.

Fu Chen thought for a moment: "During the Battle of Beiliao, it was mentioned that Prime Minister Shen defended the city, but it was only mentioned very rarely."

He glanced at Xie Mingzhou delicately, "Apart from Prime Minister Shen, don't you want to talk to me about anything else?"

Xie Mingzhou looked at him amusedly, slowly hooked his hands on Fu Chengu's stiff neck, and said with a smile, "Why, I can't be interested in historical figures?"

The warm breath sprayed on the face, and a pair of charming eyes focused on him. Fu Chengu's eyes darkened quietly, and his temples moved faintly, but he was quickly suppressed by the cold look.

Xie Mingzhou hooked his lips, and continued to push forward: "Or, Mr. Fu even eats the jealousy of an ancient man?"

Fu Chengu looked at him, and said in a deep voice, "You are not afraid that I will press you like last night..."

Xie Mingzhou clasped Fu Chengu's hand instead, pressing it on the table, rubbing his ears and temples together, brooding over what happened last night, and confidently said with a smile: "Boss Fu thinks too much, I'm the one who suppresses you."

Fu Chengu raised his brows lightly, without any disturbance in his heart.

……

Three days later, the crew of "Old Dreams in Liyuan" ushered in a big scene, which was also an important scene at the end of Jianglou's scene.

The whole crew is busy arranging the soil and sandbags for the blasting scene, and the blasters are also arranging pyrotechnic devices.

And Xie Mingzhou, Ye Rong, and the prop master stood outside the theater together, making the final arrangements.

"Brother Xie, pay attention to standing in the center of the stage in this scene." The prop master said, "In order to create a fire effect outside the garden, a pyrotechnic device will be placed outside the theater. Brother Xie, you and the group performers are in the garden together, singing The last scene."

Xie Mingzhou readily made an OK gesture.

"Mingzhou, it will be a bit hot then, try to go through it again." Ye Dao said seriously, after all, there will be fires burning outside the yard, "It's fine until the last line is sung, and the camera will switch to the explosion scene later. .”

"Okay." Xie Mingzhou responded with a smile, "I'm going in to change my clothes."

All the actors and directors were watching, and that tall and straight figure stepped into the dressing room.

"How did Ming Zhou do it? He's so handsome off stage, so beautiful on stage?" The assistant director rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Ming Zhou is the most unique actor I have seen in recent years." Ye Rong thought, "It is no longer enough to describe him as an actor."

The coquettish charm exuded from the inside out makes people unable to take their eyes off at first glance, not even looking like a modern person.

And this is the foundation of the attractive singing of tricks.A little less looks charming, a little more is too rigid.

When his father is discharged from the hospital, he wants to immediately recommend Xie Mingzhou to show his father's older generation of artists. The current opera has not yet declined.

Half an hour later, the last scene of Jianglou officially started, with prop masters, extras, and photographers all in place.

"Action!"

The lights flickered.

"Extraordinary, extraordinary——" the voice of the newsboy came from the streets in the south of the city. The frontline battle was not optimistic, and a large number of teams were ambushed.

People in the city were even more panicked, and the sound of crying and howling was everywhere.

When everyone was wise and safe, Wangjiang Tower sent out an invitation card, inviting officers and soldiers to go to his theater to have a rest for one night, listening to the play and resting.

Boss Jiang is a romantic man, and his operas are famous overseas. When the officers and soldiers who have never heard of operas heard it, they were naturally very curious, and they gathered friends to come to listen to operas.

At night, the theater was full of seats and was extremely lively.

Jiang Lou sat in front of the pear blossom mirror in the backstage. It had been more than half a month since Pei Yan went to war. The letter had not been answered, and his life and death were uncertain. One after another, bad news came. He went from worry and anxiety at the beginning to despair to numbness.

He lowered his eyes and spread out the note in his hand with his long fingers. It was the list of today's guests.

In the list, more than 20 people are the leaders of the enemy and the head of the chamber of commerce, among them are the leaders who have fought against the Governor Pei Yan.

A trace of cruelty flashed in Jiang Lou's beautiful eyes.

He promised Pei Yan that he would only sing to him in the future, but now that Pei Yan's life and death are uncertain, he can only put all his eggs in one basket.

"Boss Jiang, all the guests are here, waiting for you." Xiao Zhang waited at the door.

"Understood." Jiang Lou's eyes were cold, and he responded lightly, looking at the mirror for a moment, and then slowly picked up the eyebrow pencil.

"Mr. Fu, last time you asked me to keep an eye on Wang's remnants, I already have some clues." Secretary Li sat in the front seat of the car, handed the information to Fu Chengu, and reported, "Wang should be just that person in Huaguo. The branch is to use capital to control Huaguo's entertainment market."

"In recent years, many foreign blockbusters have entered the Huaguo market, and they have a cooperative relationship with this boss." Secretary Li said seriously.

Fu Chengu lowered his eyelids and looked at the documents in his hand.

"The remnants of the Wang family have been active in City B recently, Mr. Fu, we—" Secretary Li turned his head, but saw Fu Chengu frowned in thought.

"Boss Fu, is... is there any problem with the information?" Secretary Li asked nervously.

Fu Chengu asked in a deep voice, "What time is the flight?"

"Huh? At twelve noon, there is still an hour and a half left." Secretary Li said looking at the ticket information in his hand.

Fu Chengu pursed his lips and did not speak. He rubbed the white bracelet with his thumb up and down. He clearly knew the rhythm of the bracelet's beating, but he always felt uneasy.

During the play, Pei Yan didn't see Jiang Lou, but outside of the play... even though he was given a protective jade pendant, he was still worried.

Seeing Mr. Fu's brows getting tighter, Secretary Li asked worriedly, "Mr. Fu, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Chengu's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Turn around."

Secretary Li was stunned: "Mr. Fu, what do you mean?"

"Go back to the theatre." Fu Chen ordered in a simple and concise manner.

"Snapped--"

The opera curtain was lifted by a slender hand like a strong bamboo, the sound of gongs and drums sounded, and the water sleeves rose and fell.

Jianglou was dressed in plain white, with white jade around his waist, and a handful of light red begonias embroidered on the cuffs. It was elegant and quiet, quite different from its usual beauty.

But even if it is a natural and undecorated dress, standing there, it is clear and proud, elegant and extravagant.

The presidents and leaders who were listening to the show for the first time in the audience were dumbfounded.

Boss Jiang's thin lips parted slightly, and a clear song "The Peony Pavilion" was narrated. He stood alone in the center of the theater building, and everyone's eyes and lights were focused on him, but his eyes subconsciously searched inch by inch, searching That familiar face.Last time the man secretly came to see him because he couldn't restrain his miss.And this time—

However, off the stage, there are strange and obsessed faces.

"Boss Jiang's play is indeed true! It has the charm of Huaguo!"

"It's worth the trip haha!"

The paper fan opened and closed, but the pear blossoms were still there, and the people on the stage sang old songs, but those who listened to the songs might never come again.

"Bang bang bang-"

The theater garden is elegant and quiet, but outside the theater building, gunshots and flames splatter everywhere, and the whole south of the city is precarious.

Jiang Lou hid his joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in his thick and colorful makeup, and smiled as the tune rose.

Everyone in the audience was suffocated.

In the next second, the original long tune changed sharply, and the libretto changed from the sentimental "Peony Pavilion" to the domineering "Dingjun Mountain", which sang about the rise and fall of the country.

The beacon fire outside the garden burned all over the city gate, and the hunting flames covered the entire garden red like iron. Jianglou's plain white clothes were illuminated by the fire into a stunning red, murderous but extremely beautiful.

The officer who stepped down was full of astonishment, but the more he heard the word, the more wrong it became, and the more he heard it, the more absurd it became.

"Boldly—"

The assistant director and Ye Dao stared at the camera firmly, wiping the sweat from their foreheads over and over again.There was a scorching fire outside Xie Mingzhou's theater, and they were almost sunstroke in the heat even in single clothes, but Xie Mingzhou was wearing a three-layer costume, and they were waiting for Xie Mingzhou to stop at any time.

But never heard.Xie Mingzhou's spine was straight, calm and elegant, showing the domineering lord of the pear garden.

Xie Mingzhou's gaze was unprecedentedly firm, reflecting the light of the fire, but his breathing gradually became rapid, and his forehead was sweating.

The fire behind was getting bigger and bigger, and the red clothes almost burned into the same color as the fire.

A lot of thick smoke entered his throat, Xie Mingzhou supported his throat, and sang to the last line——

"Card! Passed once!!"

Director Ye yelled, "Everyone has worked hard, come back quickly, drink some water to cool down the fever."

"Brother Xie, come back quickly, below is the theater explosion—"

"Brother Xie?? Come back for a break!"

"Thank you brother, are you okay?"

Wearing a heavy costume, his back was covered with sweat, and the carbon monoxide inhaled made his tinnitus slightly, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

"boom--!!"

The moment the theater building exploded, Fu Chengu just stepped into the set, his mind was buzzing, his heart was full of bowstrings, and he shouted that name sharply, but his voice was stuck in his throat.

He saw a white figure walking towards him step by step in the firelight, wearing the jade pendant he gave him around his neck, reflecting the color of the flickering fire, coquettish and decisive.

Behind the ruins of fire, devastated.

That day, a sharp explosion was heard throughout the city, and the Wangjiang Tower, which had stood upright for nearly a hundred years, collapsed. Twenty leaders of the enemy chamber of commerce and elders, as well as everyone in the Wangjiang Tower, were buried in the sea of ​​flames.

No life.

The building collapsed, floating into the air together with the sand and stones, and stacks of letter papers hidden deep in the Jianglou.

The letter paper flying all over the sky reflects the flames of war, and gently sprinkles on the earth like snow.

One after another, one line after another.

"Meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend."

——You said I resemble an old friend of yours, who is he?

"Pei Yan, I bet you will come, and I won."

——Boss Fu, I'm actually betting too.Bet you're that guy.

"When the Liyuan prospers and the world is peaceful, we will be together again."

They looked at each other in the gunfire, and never mentioned a word of love, but the ink paper flying all over the sky was full of love, and they were all romantic affairs.

At that time, the carriages and horses were slow, but the short messages were long.

Xie Mingzhou's brain was extremely hypoxic, he squinted his eyes, and looked at Fu Chengu who had turned back, and he smiled meaningfully. In his last consciousness, it was Fu Chengu who hugged him tightly into his arms with anger on his face. , as tight as kneading into the flesh and blood.

"Thanks! Ming! Zhou!"

"What's going on? Why did brother Xie faint!!"

"Mr. Xie inhaled too much smoke!! Send him to the hospital!"

Xie Mingzhou fell into a deep sleep, and all sounds were moving away from him, as if time and space were split.

I don't know how long it has passed, but it seems that a century has passed.

His consciousness gradually became clear, but he felt that he was still in a dream, his whole body was blown to the bone by the cold wind, and he even heard the sound of war horses and weapons handing over.