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Fortunately, the director team took the necessary shots and did not continue to restrict them, leaving a few young children and a table full of delicious food.

The little maid next to him evacuated secretly, Qi Weiyi rolled up his sleeves and started directly, chomping off the big chicken leg.

"Look at your grandson, tsk tsk!" Qi Yuanan sighed and shook his head.

Qi Weiyi looked as if he had been hungry for ten years and never had enough, probably the founder of Anyuan felt that he had lost his rich family.

The staff next to him thought secretly.

He only heard Qi Yuanan turn to Pan Lingling, and ended up feeling wronged, "You don't even know how to give me meat first, how did you teach him?"

Unmoved, Pan Lingling protected her grandson and said, "You are three high, drink porridge."

"Not at home again, wait for me to go back to drink porridge." Qi Yuan'an glanced at the big chicken leg in his grandson's hand, and said greedily, "Shall I take a bite?"

"Drink the porridge." Pan Lingling pushed the light vegetable porridge over, squinted her eyes and warned sinisterly, "If you don't drink it, don't go back."

Qi Yuan'an was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth and picked up the porridge bowl obediently.

The onlookers looked away knowingly, pretending they didn't see anything.I'm afraid that if I spy on the daily life of the wealthy couple, they will be silenced when they turn around.

Qi Weiyi over there has already finished eating the chicken legs.The program team really provided a lot of dishes, but there were not many that could be eaten.

He doesn't touch stir-fried vegetables. There are shiitake mushrooms in the stewed soup, carrots in the roasted meat, and even the fennel root that he doesn't like in the three shredded dishes.

I don't know which ghost chef prepared it, but it's not easy to be able to step on the thunder perfectly.

Qi Weiyi wrote the chef of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in a small notebook, and then drew a horizontal line on the words.

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When the recording is over, I have to tell Qi Han to get a new chef!Qi Weiyi swore secretly, jumped off the high platform and dangled in front of other guests' tables.

In order to distinguish between superior and inferior, there were not many dishes in front of them, only two or three dishes, all of which looked delicious.

"Teacher Weiwei, why did you come down?" Han Yin had exhausted his energy playing football just now, and now he was eating like a woman.

Seeing Qi Weiyi, she habitually used the name in the show, and pushed the untouched soup cup beside her, "Tremella pear, do you want to drink?"

"Why do you have dessert?" Qi Weiyi muttered in protest, squatting by her table, picked up the spoon, and finished the sweet white fungus pear in two or three sips.

The screenwriter explained next to it, "Originally, you also had dessert, which was served after the main course. But when arranging the process, everyone felt that the behind-the-scenes shots were not needed, so they didn't prepare it for you."

"What nonsense?" The soup was not enough, Qi Weiyi put down the soup cup and glared at him, "You are so unprofessional, I want to strike!"

Just after he finished saying the word strike, he heard Zou Jiu calling his name next to him.

"Do you want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake? I still have fresh iced lychees." Zou Jiu hugged a big ice bowl, and when he peeled off the ice, he found some lychees and watermelon underneath.

"Eat!" Qi Weiyi, who just said he was going to strike, walked over without principle.

After lunch, the playwright eunuch came over to read out the imperial decree.

"The emperor wants to watch a song and dance performance tonight, please prepare carefully." He didn't even bother to perform the ceremony of enshrining the heaven, and his attitude of reading the imperial decree was very perfunctory.

"I don't need to criticize the memorial or something?" Qi Weiyi asked seriously with an expression of concern for the country and the people, "I can change history now, for example, let's take out everything in the treasury and manufacture the most advanced weapons. Then take the initiative to attack and level off..."

"Stop! It's too dangerous for you to speak, this episode can't be broadcast!" The screenwriter hurriedly stopped him.

"If I were the emperor, the world war might be brought forward 500 years, and it would end with our complete victory and rule of the earth." Qi Weiyi had a dream.

The screenwriter couldn't stop him, so he could only pray to the gods of all parties, hoping that this kid would never become the ruling class.

Otherwise, according to the militant factor in his body, the years will never be quiet.

Even though Qi Weiyi sprouted a strong desire to work, since the program team did not prepare a memorial, there was nothing for him to review.

Qi Weiyi sat on the dragon chair, boredly looking at the book sent over, the poems and essays on it he had memorized in elementary school.

"Actually, the emperor's review of the memorials is also very boring. Not everything reported by the officials is so important. But the emperor has to approve every memorial." The screenwriter fanned him beside him, playing the role of the eunuch dutifully, "You If you become the emperor, you will have no patience for two days."

"Why are you impatient? Let's hear it." Qi Weiyi has already entered the play, and his tone is quite majestic as an emperor.

The screenwriter acted as if he was telling a story to coax the children, "According to the textual research, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty left a lot of memorials. You also know that it was not convenient to transport horses and horses at that time, and there were often delays when sending them over. But the officials below did not get answers, maybe Will keep reporting the same thing to the Emperor."

Qi Weiyi tried to think about it, and it was still convenient to have a mobile phone.

"For example, in a certain year in the Qing Dynasty, there was a heavy rain in April. In June, the emperor received a note saying that there was a heavy rain in a certain place in June. He approved it and immediately sent someone to appease the people. As a result, a few days later, another note was delivered. Come up, it said that it rained heavily in April. After a few months, someone still presented a memorial..."

"The rain in April lasted for a year." Didn't the Qing Dynasty have anything like a weather forecast?Qi Weiyi came up with this idea, thinking that he couldn't ask too much of a dynasty that didn't even have a mobile phone.

"There was also an official in the Qing Dynasty who liked to greet the emperor. Every time he played a performance, he asked if the emperor was all right. The emperor always commented on 'Zhen is very safe', and occasionally said that he had eaten too much food, and he was heart-warming and fat. Later he saw That person's notes all directly write 'Zhen Zhen'an'. According to the records, once that person reported other things, the emperor also replied with these three words." As the screenwriter talked, he laughed out loud, feeling that the emperor paid for it. The auto-reply is awesome too.

Qi Weiyi didn't find it funny, but thought to himself that being an emperor was not only busy but also boring.

It's still easy to be a starlet.

If he was born into the family of an ancient emperor, such a boring job would definitely be handed over to Qi Han.Find a brothel by yourself, and go be the brothel inside.

The kind that doesn't have art and doesn't sell itself, just show your face.

Take a look at 10 taels of silver and smile to exchange for a city.

In the historical legends of such descendants, he is the one who buys a lot of money to laugh, and he is the one who makes a country and a city.

The screenwriter didn't know what big plans Qi Weiyi had in mind, he glanced at the time, stopped his fan and said to Qi Weiyi, "It should be ready over there, let's go and watch the show."

"Finally we can go!" Qi Weiyi propped himself up bored, ready to leave this boring imperial study room quickly.

"Wait, let me get the sign." The screenwriter took down a tray from the shelf next to it. There were several wooden boards in the tray, engraved with the names of several female guests.

Qi Weiyi had an ominous premonition, and narrowed his eyes to look at the screenwriter.

The screenwriter didn't dodge, and said frankly, "After watching the song and dance later, you can choose a lucky one from it."

"Is there no such link as agreed?" Qi Weiyi felt that he had been deceived.

According to the standard just now, if he wanted to sleep with someone, at least he would have to exchange the whole world.

He was casually sold by the director team, and he lost hundreds of millions.

"It is definitely impossible to arrange for you to sleep together, but there is still a process, you can just flip through one." The screenwriter told him.

Qi Weiyi rolled his eyes angrily, walked around the long corridor with carved railings and painted columns, and walked towards the huge courtyard where he watched the singing and dancing.

It is a sunny day during the day, and the moon is full of stars at night, which is very beautiful to shoot.A stage was set up under the sky, and several female guests took turns performing on stage.

Someone nearby announced, "First of all, I invite Concubine Yin to perform the Dance under the Moon."

Han Yin is the dancer, and this session should have been the home game.She walked onto the stage and tugged at the complicated belt and the overly long skirt, obviously uncomfortable.

"It's the first time I've danced in this kind of dress." Later, if I stepped on the skirt that dragged the floor for half a meter, it would be bad if I fell off.

"This girl has a good personality." The Supreme Emperor on the table next to her stared at Han Yin and applauded with satisfaction.

Pan Lingling glared at him, "You've only known each other for a long time, and you can see that you have a good personality."

"I saw her on A Yi's show, and she has a pretty good personality." After Qi Yuan'an finished speaking, he hurriedly explained to his sour wife, "I'm getting old, and I don't like those young girls."

"I think so." Even if she knew, as a woman, Pan Lingling couldn't hear the old man praising the young and beautiful girl.She glanced over there, and said with satisfaction, "You look pretty good, too."

You are only allowed to say yes, but I am not allowed to say, what logic?Qi Yuan'an was wronged, but he dared not say it.

"Tell me, do we seem to be choosing a grandson's wife for Xiaoyi?" Pan Lingling glanced at Qi Weiyi who was sitting upright, and said in a low voice.

Qi Yuan'an also looked over, and looked at his grandson's side face, "I don't think it's like that, it's hard to like A Yi's personality."

It was true, Pan Lingling dispelled the vague illusions in her heart.

On the stage, Han Yin began to dance.After all, she was born in dance practice, and she can also master classical dance very well.Even if I didn't get used to it at first because of the clothes, I quickly adjusted it later.

When the dance is over, there is applause throughout.

Only another female guest who Qi Weiyi was not familiar with performed Fuqin, Zou Jiu came to the stage with a long sword and performed swordsmanship, and the rest sang the first play.

The guests invited by the program group are also wonderful, each with their own strengths.It's obviously a random performance in a variety show, but it looks more exciting than the arrangement of a TV series.

After the four performed, it was finally up to Yan Qingcheng to play.She couldn't refuse, and walked onto the stage depressed.

She didn't have much talent at first, if the previous few people didn't perform, she could still have a song and dance.Now that Zhuyu is in front, whether Yan Qingcheng sings or dances this time, it's like playing tricks.

"I, how about reciting a poem for everyone?" Yan Qingcheng thought of her talent set, and tried hard to pick it up.

"Xiaoyan, just recite..." Nothing interesting.The screenwriter's tactful and straightforward reminder.

"I know it's not interesting, what do you want me to do? I can't give stand-up comedy on stage!" Yan Qingcheng was a little angry.

"Okay." Qi Weiyi booed from below, "You make me laugh, I'll turn over your sign."

Ancestors!Yan Qingcheng looked at him in panic, wanting to beg Qi Weiyi to take those words back.

In the setting, he is the emperor who promises everything. Outside the setting, he is the younger brother of the boss of the sponsor. No matter how you look at it, his words are very important.

"Do I really want to do cross talk? I don't know how to do it!" Yan Qingcheng walked up to the stage, glanced at the people sitting under the stage, and suddenly became nervous, "Cross talk or something, I'm not a comedian..."

As soon as the words fell, everyone except Qi Weiyi couldn't help laughing out loud.

Is it that funny?

The author has something to say: No prize quiz: whose brand will Weiwei turn over?

a. choose one at random

b. choose no one

c. A mysterious special pet hides guests