And the actor became popular after the CP of the comprehensive group

three days later.

Lu Zeqing quickly returned to the crew.

"You look good." These were the first words Director Zhen said when he saw Lu Zeqing.

The screenwriter stood beside Director Zhen, looked Lu Zeqing up and down, and agreed.

"Indeed, the complexion is rosy, and the skin has become smoother and more delicate."

"Xiao Jiang has raised you very well."

Lu Zeqing: "..."

What a fart.

Toss him in different ways every night.

Lu Zeqing began to wonder if Jiang Siyu looked at his phone, and if he did, why did he make it worse...

If not read.

Jiang Siyu was in a slightly depressed mood that night.

"Qingqing, where have you been for the past three days?"

"Nowhere."

Last night, Jiang Siyu went to play early, so the two of them went to bed early.Lu Zeqing was in good spirits today and had a delicious breakfast.

In fact, it is noodles in clear soup.

Lu Zeqing, who hadn't had any appetite for half a month, ate two poached eggs this morning, and his appetite suddenly improved a lot.

"You just stay at home, how boring it is."

"Yes, I have."

Lu Zeqing and Le Jing walked into the dressing room while chatting. Lu Zeqing's scene was not so early, and he went out nearly an hour later than Jiang Siyu.

As soon as he entered, Jiang Siyu had already changed his clothes and put on makeup.

"Morning, Teacher Jiang." Le Jing greeted him.

"morning."

Jiang Siyu's eyes fell on Lu Zeqing. When he got up in the morning, Lu Zeqing was still sleeping, and he hadn't had time to say good morning to him.

"Good morning, Qingqing."

"Good morning."

Lu Zeqing was in a good mood, so he didn't care about the unhappiness in bed last night with Jiang Siyu for the time being, and sat down in front of his exclusive dressing table with a calm expression.

"I'm going out first, the next scene will be my play."

As soon as Jiang Siyu went out, Le Jing smiled and bumped Xia Lu Zeqing's shoulder.

"You and Mr. Jiang are so sweet even if you don't talk, and the eye contact is so dramatic."

Lu Zeqing didn't answer, Le Jing spoke again.

"It feels like you're back on set today, and your condition is much better."

More than one person said that to Lu Zeqing today.

"which aspect?"

"All aspects." Le Jing pulled out a chair and sat beside Lu Zeqing. "Some time ago, you were a little too tense."

"It's not that you're not good at filming, it's just that you're still quite tense during the break."

Le Jing has been filming for many years, and he has more experience in this area than Lu Zeqing. He also understands that Lu Zeqing's first drama is more stressful. Maybe it is because he wants to be recognized more, or it may be that he is too demanding of himself and wants to do his best. .

"Actors have received many roles. Maybe the last drama was set as a comedy character, and the next drama is set as a tragic one. This kind of performance of great joy and great sorrow can easily affect our emotions."

"You still have to rely on self-regulation. My suggestion is to take the film seriously when filming, and stop thinking about the things in the film after the film. You must distinguish between the inside and the outside of the film, and rest when you need to rest."

"Understood." Lu Zeqing joked with a smile, "Thank you, Teacher Le, for your experience."

Le Jing waved his hand.

"Just let me talk too much, you don't need me to share with you."

Lu Zeqing rolled his eyes.

"Is Teacher Le reconciled with his girlfriend?"

"No." Le Jing sighed, "She doesn't answer the phone now."

"Why are you arguing?"

"I've been talking with her for several years. I already planned to get married. She wanted to make it public, but I wanted to keep it secret."

"I can't tell, Teacher Le is such a scumbag?"

"Go, don't make fun of me." Le Jing cursed with a smile.

"Most of my fans are only fans, and I'm afraid that making it public will have a bad influence on her. She is an outsider, and I don't want her to be discussed."

"In the past few years, the Internet atmosphere has not been very good. Many artists, Internet celebrities and even amateurs may be bullied by the Internet because of a casual incident."

"I can't protect her very well, so I don't want her to be seen by the public."

Lu Zeqing couldn't say much, he didn't know much about Le Jing's fans, but he could understand Le Jing's desire to protect his girlfriend.

This matter can only be discussed by Le Jing and his girlfriend, outsiders really cannot intervene.

Just as Le Jing was about to say something, two makeup artists walked in, and he changed the subject in a timely manner.

"I had a play with Mr. Jiang today."

Le Jing giggled, "If you accidentally hurt Teacher Jiang, you won't be angry with me, will you?"

"Don't you know that Jiang Siyu has learned Muay Thai and fighting?"

Lejing:? ? ?

"How come he has learned everything?" Le Jing frowned.

"Who knows then."

……

Near noon.

After Jiang Siyu finished filming, the staff was distributing cold drinks. He glanced at Lu Zeqing who was filming, and Jiang Siyu stepped forward to get a cup.

Pearl milk tea.

When walking back, I passed a shed where several girls were chatting.Jiang Siyu didn't have a habit of listening to girls chatting, so he was planning to rest in another place.

"I love this author so much, yesterday was three o'clock, it was full of cars!"

Jiang Siyu's ears pricked up consciously.

"It's so fragrant, woo woo."

"Brother Yu is too good at it."

"Brother Yu's bed skills are getting better and better. For the first time, Qingqing complained about his poor work, but now...hehehe."

"I really love handcuff play."

"I love the bathroom part, the tub and the hugging... ahem."

"The chair play is also very astringent."

Jiang Siyu raised his eyebrows.

handcuffs?

tub?

……

Are you having such a good time?

Jiang Siyu was shocked, did CP Wen drive so hard?

Why does one author know so much?

He doesn't understand! ! !

"The author said that the women's clothing play will be updated in the next chapter, so I'm looking forward to it."

"I want to see Qing Qing in a miniskirt, hee hee."

"Don't you guys think that Brother Yu is also very awkward in a princess dress, and he took it out to compare... Jiang, Mr. Jiang."

"When did he stand there?" The girl's face was terrified, her eyes widened, "You said, can he hear our voices?"

The other girl turned her head, turned back stiffly, and she swallowed.

"Yes, you shouldn't be able to hear it?"

Jiang Siyu heard everything: "..."

He walked away as if nothing had happened, and waited for a long time without hearing who the author was.

Jiang Siyu took out his mobile phone and checked his fanart on Weibo.

I found several tweets and a CP group.

A fan CP group, he clicked to apply.

Then it was rejected.

Jiang Siyu frowned, the cooking of the CP text was turned away?

How can this be so?

He reapplied again.

The reason for rejection was received this time.

[Fake fans, get lost. 】

Jiang Siyu: "..." He didn't say anything, why did he become a fake fan?

Jiang Siyu posted it again patiently. He definitely didn't want to read fanfiction, but just wanted to get closer to the lives of fans and communicate more.

【I'm a new fan. 】

1 minute later.

[Who are you lying to?I didn't even pay attention to CP Chaohua, and there was no news about the unfinished love]

Jiang Siyu: "..."

Are the entry requirements so harsh?

Jiang Siyu gave up joining the group and entered Chaohua, and sure enough, he saw related fan-humanities recommendations.

[Remaining love/short story/Dark-bellied and sickly attack x Cool and beautiful woman weak/Rolls-Royce/Speed ​​up]

Jiang Siyu clicked on the picture below, which was still a mirror image. Seeing that the comment area was full of screaming speeches, Jiang Siyu was even more curious about what he wrote.

Click to open and close, search several times, but can't find the button to flip the picture.He almost... clicked on the share icon for friends.

Jiang Siyu simply saved the picture and studied it when he went back at night.

"Teacher Jiang, get ready, the shooting will start in 10 minutes."

"it is good."

Jiang Siyu handed the phone to the assistant, turned around to look for Lu Zeqing, and the next scene was a rivalry between the two.

……

dong dong dong-

There was a hasty knock on the door.

The national teacher opened the door, holding a dagger to his neck.The next moment, the door closed again, and the person who attacked at night was the little prince who had escaped from prison.

"Surprised to see me?"

The national teacher didn't answer, the little prince sneered, the sharp blade cut through the skin and there were blood oozing out, "I don't know if the national teacher regretted that he didn't kill me directly."

"I never regret what happened in the past." The national teacher narrowed his eyes, and a sharp flash flashed between his brows and eyes, knocking away the dagger in the prince's hand.

Before he could grab the little prince's hand, the sleeve of the other hand conjured up another dagger as if by magic, and this time it landed on the position of the national teacher's heart.

"The national teacher is still so cunning." The little prince chuckled, "Fortunately, this prince saved a hand."

He gently stroked the cheek of the national teacher with one hand, "You are right, this emperor likes your face, otherwise wait until this prince kills you, then cut off this face of yours."

The little prince leaned forward slightly, his lips brushed against the national teacher's ears, as intimate as a couple.

"The face of the national teacher is really stunning, I really can't bear to kill you."

"Why don't you obediently resign from the position of the national teacher and be my male favorite? Then I can consider to spare your life."

The national teacher's expression was indifferent, and his tone was cold.

"If you leave overnight, no one will notice. But you insist on coming to my room. Are you so reluctant to part with me?"

The little prince's expression changed, and he soon returned to his smile. He raised the corners of his lips and caressed the corners of the imperial teacher's eyes, "These eyes are cold and charming, I really want to gouge them out and treasure them."

"it's beautiful."

"See more if you like it."

The national teacher pulled away the hairpin stuck in his hair, and flipped the hairpin over with his beautiful knuckles. The little prince didn't even see his movements clearly, and the tip of the hairpin touched his neck.

The little prince was stunned for a moment, then chuckled lightly.

"I don't know, I'm so important in the heart of the national teacher, you want to pull me to die for love? Unfortunately, if it was earlier, I would be willing. But now... if the national teacher is dead, I will erect a monument for you, How about making a side concubine?"

"Anyway, it's been up and down so many times, it's my kindness to give you a title."

The index finger pressed on the bright red lips of the national teacher, pressed it heavily, retracted the fingertip, and stretched out his tongue to lick it lightly.

"The national teacher still likes sweet-scented osmanthus cake so much, it's too sweet." The little prince's face was cold and stern, "I thought that a person as cold and heartless as the national teacher would not care about anything."

"A piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from my Sanhuang brother is worth your longing for so long."

"If you knew that the national teacher liked you, as early as the first time I saw you, I should send someone to offer it to the national teacher every day."

The little prince's tone was full of sarcasm.

The national teacher didn't take it seriously.

"You broke into my room late at night just to tell me this?"

The little prince frowned.

The national teacher raised his hand and slapped off the little prince's hand holding the dagger.

"You don't want to kill me, so why pretend..."

The dagger pierced the national teacher's chest, and the white clothes were instantly stained red with blood.

"Who says I won't kill you, I wish I could kill you right now." The little prince pulled out the dagger with a cold expression.

"Since you choose my Brother Sanhuang, then I will let you watch carefully...who will own this country."

The little prince dropped these words, turned around and jumped out of the window.

——Boom boom boom.

"Enter."

"Eldest Young Master, Little Huang... Are you injured!?" The old butler's voice was a little higher, "I'll send for a doctor."

"No need."

The national teacher didn't even look at the wound on his chest, as if he couldn't feel the pain, the old housekeeper sighed.

"Is it the little prince?"

The national teacher didn't speak, but the old housekeeper sighed.

"Our people will patrol from here to the gate of the city. The little prince will leave the imperial city safely. You don't have to worry about him. He is the only heir of the late emperor. The people from Zhaixing Tower will take care of him."

"Since you are worried about him, why..."

"Uncle Feng, I'm not at ease. Please...too much trouble."

"The little prince has no fewer supporters than the third prince... Now that the Holy Majesty is still alive, why do you conclude that the throne will definitely fall into the hands of the third prince?" Uncle Feng persuaded.

"Uncle Feng, I have been able to observe the sky since I was seven years old, and learned the true biography of my master at the age of 12. My destiny is to follow the instructions of Tianji and assist the next emperor to ascend the throne. The person chosen by Tianji is the third prince."

Uncle Feng sighed.

"The little prince was still in his infancy. The first emperor was framed by traitors and charged with eternal crimes. Now the country has changed hands, and the person who the little prince has called 'Father Emperor' for more than [-] years is his father-killing enemy. If the little prince doesn't know Regardless of the truth, since you know it, how can you not fight or grab it."

"There will definitely be a battle to seize the country. If there is a real fight...you don't have the slightest selfishness?" Uncle Feng's eyes fell on the blood-stained clothes.

"Have."

The national teacher closed his eyes.

"If one day, the little prince really invades the imperial city, I only hope... that I can die in his hands."

"You can't stand by his side while you're alive, and you have to haunt him day and night as a ghost after death."

……

"Pass."

"Zeqing also learned fighting? The next fight scene shouldn't be difficult."

In the next game, the general received secret security and stopped people at the gate of the city.

When the national teacher got the news, the little prince had already left the national teacher's mansion.In order not to let the little prince fall into the trap, the national teacher must find the little prince before the general finds someone.

The little prince didn't trust the national teacher, and believed that the national teacher and the general were in the same group, and just wanted to slip away from the national teacher.The national teacher didn't want to hurt the little prince, so he didn't use his sword, and the little prince didn't dare to do it because he cared about the wound on the national teacher's chest.

The two were fighting hand-to-hand, and there was a bit of ambiguity.

Director Zhen asked the martial arts instructor to tell the two about the fight scene, and then made some suggestions.

"Although it's a hand-to-hand fight, you have to bring some emotion into it. The entanglements that are constantly being cut and messed up are still chaotic. You two can experience it yourself."

Lu Zeqing: "..." I can't understand it.

The martial arts instructor taught a few moves, Lu Zeqing followed suit for a while, and then went to Jiang Siyu to practice.

He has learned self-defense and a few simple martial arts moves, and he can get started quickly.

"Teacher Jiang." Lu Zeqing raised his eyebrows, "Try?"

"it is good."

Jiang Siyu raised his chin, motioning for Lu Zeqing to do it.

Lu Zeqing punched first, Jiang Siyu dodged easily.

The two went back and forth a few strokes, Jiang Siyu tricked Lu Zeqing by a sideways feint, and quickly reached out to grab Lu Zeqing's wrist.

Lu Zeqing also reacted quickly, and was about to lift his foot to hook Jiang Siyu's ankle, when Jiang Siyu gasped slightly, Lu Zeqing thought he was injured, and hesitated for a second.

Then, Jiang Siyu threw him on the cushion.

Lu Zeqing: "..."

"Mr. Jiang."

"Can't you have fun?"

Jiang Siyu originally wanted to tease Lu Zeqing, but he suddenly stopped when he heard the familiar words.A more youthful voice broke into my mind, and my thoughts were dragged back to four years ago.

"Can't you afford it?" 16-year-old Lu Zeqing glared at Jiang Siyu.

"Is this angry?"

Seeing that his angry expression was cute, Jiang Siyu couldn't help but continue teasing him.

"If you really meet bad guys, they won't fight you fairly. I'm teaching you not to trust your opponents."

"Are you still coming?" Jiang Siyu asked.

Lu Zeqing snorted softly and turned around.

"Go and play by yourself."

Jiang Siyu: "...Are you really angry?"

"I was wrong." There was no sincerity in his tone, and Lu Zeqing didn't even bother to give him a look.

With his palms up, Jiang Siyu said with great sincerity: "I promise, I won't make small moves this time, and I will teach you seriously."

"Qingqing, give me another chance."

Under Jiang Siyu's expectant gaze, Lu Zeqing held that hand.But before Jiang Siyu had time to say anything, the next second, he was caught off guard and pushed to the ground.

Lu Zeqing rode on Jiang Siyu's waist, with a nasty smile on his lips.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Did I learn it right?"

"Don't trust your opponent in battle, why did you forget?"

……

"Mr. Jiang."

Lu Zeqing yelled both sides, Jiang Siyu came back from that memory, the people on the set were watching a good show, waiting for Lu Zeqing to fight back.

However, Lu Ze raised his chin and said arrogantly.

"Pull me up."

He stretched out his hand towards Jiang Siyu, his wide sleeves slipped off, revealing his slender and white hands.

Jiang Siyu held Lu Zeqing's hand, Lu Zeqing suddenly exerted force and pulled the person down forcefully, Jiang Siyu was unprepared and dragged to the ground.

Lu Zeqing reacted quickly, turning over and sitting on Jiang Siyu's lap, with a smile in the corner of his crooked eyes, and a little joy of succeeding in a prank.

"Mr. Jiang."

He lowered his voice and approached Jiang Siyu's ear.

"You haven't lost your memory. You were tricked four years ago, why don't you remember?"