The protagonist wants to steal my script again

After returning to his room that night, An Minghui answered the developer's proposal with a sigh.

"Since you said it was unexpected, it means that my initial judgment should be correct, otherwise why would you wait until now to say that?"

After he finished speaking, the developer who didn't know where he was really fell into silence and didn't respond to him for a long time.

In fact, this sentence is the reply of the other party. An Minghui was not sure about guessing the developer's mind at all. After all, the other party's personality is very weird, which is completely unpredictable.

He thought that this eccentric developer might not always be so shrewd, and sometimes he would be stupid without knowing it, so he couldn't help laughing: "Looking at your reaction, I'm probably right? Is it because I'm slightly better this time?"

There was another death-like silence, and the familiar dialog box did not pop up for a long time.

"Cough..." I didn't expect that such a trivial matter would make the other party brood to the point of autism, An Minghui coughed in embarrassment, and changed the subject, "Sorry, don't mind it, it's my fault, I shouldn't laugh at you. What do you want me to do, I promise it, if I do it, you tell me whether the protagonist is the same person every time, how about it?"

Message from the developer: Do you know what happened to the last guy who tried to plot against me?

"Okay, don't be angry anymore. Anyway, you and I have known each other for so long, so please forgive me once?" An Minghui smiled kindly, and was not frightened by the threat implied in that sentence. "Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you very much yet. You have blocked my consciousness so many times when you left. There is no need for tit-for-tat between you and me. Isn't it good to calm down and have a good talk once in a while?"

Message from the developer: Well said, but unfortunately I don’t need to communicate with a low-level existence that can be easily wiped out.

He blinked his eyes, a little puzzled: "Recently, you appear from time to time in these worlds, I thought it was because you wanted to communicate with me."

After saying this, the dialog box never appeared again, which made An Minghui realize that he might have accidentally pissed off the developer again.

So he said softly again: "Don't be angry, I won't say more."

However, the somewhat tempered developer has not said a word since then, and seems to be really angry.

And this temperament together, is nearly ten years.

During the ten years, An Minghui watched several princes who were originally powerful lose their hearts one by one due to various reasons, and saw An's family go from being in power to falling out of power. Very emotional, but not surprised.

An Jia was on the wrong team. This kind of thing is a matter of prosperity and loss, not to mention that there are many people in the court who want to make trouble, and they will try their best to suppress as long as they get a chance.

While Lu Tingshen has emerged over the years, he is also gradually alienating the connection with An's family. Occasionally, he will no longer catch up with him and shout "Brother An" with a smile as he did at the beginning, but nod and greet each other with his usual expression. It was just a one-sided acquaintance.

Now the holy dragon is not in good health, and the remaining princes are secretly fighting more and more fiercely. Under this situation, it is not a bad thing to avoid the edge temporarily. After all, the green hills are left without worrying about firewood. It's nothing more than cynicism or bullying from the enemy.

As far as the current An family is concerned, the most difficult enemy is probably Zhang Lin who is the Minister of the Household Department.

This person is a bit clever, but he doesn't have the foresight to achieve great things. It can be said that he is more than the best, but he has an arrogant temper that doesn't know how to restrain himself. After Lu Tingshen gained power, he hesitated to stand in the team of the Seventh Prince. The more the prince he supported, the more likely he was to win, and the more arrogant he became.

Half a month later, it will be the emperor's [-]th birthday. At that time, all officials, concubines and envoys from other countries will send congratulatory gifts, and famous actors from all over the country will be arranged to perform.

On such an occasion, it is not uncommon to want to use some hands and feet to trip someone up.

So when An Minghui was found by Patriarch An in private, and he was not surprised when he heard the order from the other party with a livid expression.

The order was to dress up as a woman at the emperor's birthday banquet to play the piano and play music instead of an actor who could not come to perform because of a wrist injury.

The original musician was a well-known luthier in the south of the Yangtze River. She has always been famous for her superb piano skills and looks like a fairy. Now that she can't come, the original program must be replaced by someone else. Work is a blatant humiliation.

The An family didn't want his elder brother to do this kind of thing, but let his shadow do it, which is perfectly normal. After all, it was for this purpose that he left his face that could cause disaster.

An Minghui asked in sign language: Did you ever know about this matter?

Patriarch An was silent for a moment, and then replied: "Don't let him know about this."

Sure enough, if the elder brother knew about this earlier, the elder brother would not agree with him to do this anyway, and Patriarch An could see this clearly.

So An Minghui didn't ask any more words, just accepted the job, and after being told the song to be played at the birthday banquet, he leaned over and prepared to leave.

"The second day of junior high school," when he was about to walk to the door of the study, Patriarch An suddenly called out to him, but remained silent for a long while before asking, "Do you hate us?"

At this time, his fingertips had just touched the door frame, and he paused on it for a moment, then moved away from the door, and touched the edge of the mask he was wearing on his face. After thinking for a while, he answered directly this time. : "Give me my life, but take away my name, so there is no enmity or resentment, nor kindness or virtue. But if you ask if you hate it, you also hate it."

For him, this was just another special experience. Although it was not beautiful, it was not painful. However, for the original owner, his life was ruined, so he still uttered this word of hatred on behalf of the original owner.

After that, he opened the door and left without waiting for Patriarch An to say anything more.

***

On the night of the birthday, Patriarch An did not take Brother An with him, he just informed him that he had something to do in the second day of junior high school, so he asked him to leave.

An Minghui went out with Patriarch An after he changed his clothes in An's mansion. He didn't put on any makeup, but only wore a veil on his face that was probably worn by women, so he walked away wearing this light gauze skirt out.

This kind of thing is naturally a great humiliation in the eyes of the ancients, but An Minghui doesn't know whether it is because he has traveled through too many worlds or because he was born in the modern age. He just feels a little embarrassed and uncomfortable about this kind of thing, not I think it's a big deal that involves the bottom line of dignity.

Except for this woman's dress, other matters would not embarrass him, not to mention that he is already familiar with playing the piano, even if he is facing the emperor and many high-ranking officials, it is not worth it for him stage fright.

After all, it was the fluffy clothes that made him uncomfortable the most.

His repertoire was ranked very low, and he waited for a long time outside the hall with his piano in his arms, before finally the eunuch who was in charge of the corresponding matters hurried over and informed him that he was going to enter the hall.

This really made An Minghui heave a sigh of relief. Even though his thin body doesn't make him appear strong and weird because of the skirt, his stature is here, and he wears ordinary dresses instead of opera clothes. Actors in different clothes also attracted a lot of attention.

It would be thankful to end this errand and change this clothes earlier.

When the previous show was over and the dancers left the venue one after another, An Minghui walked slowly into the hall with the piano in his arms. In front of him, he bowed to the emperor seated above him, then knelt down and straightened the body of the piano, raising his wrist as if he was about to play the first note.

Before his fingertips landed on the strings, he suddenly felt a particularly strong gaze. When he looked up, he happened to meet Lu Tingshen who was sitting beside the emperor. The Veil returned a hazy smile.

Even though the face below the bridge of the nose is covered, a smile can still be seen from the eyebrows and eyes.With his smile, Lu Tingshen's complexion became even uglier, gloomy as if water would drip out at any time, and his fingers suddenly pinched the wine glass in his hand tightly.

After meeting their eyes this time, An Minghui didn't delay any longer. He brushed his fingertips over the strings of the zither, brought up the sound of flowing music, and officially started his performance.

The ancient world has experienced more than one, and An Minghui's piano skills have long been honed. However, when all the guests present were immersed in it, a sharp sound of a broken cup suddenly broke the exquisite piano sound.

Everyone at the scene looked around, and saw Lu Ting, who was sitting in the high seat, got up with a gloomy face, flicked his sleeves, slapped the table in front of him heavily, and scolded in a deep voice, "It's just nonsense! What happened at the father's birthday banquet?" Farce, where are the people from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Officials?!"

The author has something to say: the year-end summary of the crew

The developer who was speechless by Anbao today: …………………

An oppressed person who did not want to be named: Hey, your face seems a little red? ?Wait, wait a minute, stop why you hit me

The stunned melon-eating crowd: This executor is so crazy that he even teases the mastermind behind the scenes? ? ?

Director; congratulations to Mr. An for achieving the following achievements this year: from running on the ground to flying in the sky, from being a man to a god. According to incomplete statistics, the men, women and children who have been touched can circle the earth three times. I hope to make persistent efforts next year.

Anbao:? ? ? ? ?I'm not the QAQ that I don't have I don't know how to sultry... In short, I wish you all a happy new year