[Comprehensive film and television] The daily life of the male god

An Zixuan carried her skirt and ran all the way, trying to stop Shisan and Wang Zhao before they arrived at the Mei Tea House.

Wang Zhao's withdrawn and weird personality is more due to discrimination from relatives.

He was left with scars on his face by his mother since he was a child, and was sent away by his father as a hostage. The hostage life was so bloody. Everyone who saw him said that he had a Yasha face and a Rakshasa heart. How big these words meant to him pain.

How could she just watch him who had just opened up his heart, just learned to overcome his psychological shadow and smile, being hit again?

Wang Zhao, please walk slowly.

On the other side, Wang Zhao was hurriedly sent to the Beauty Tea House by Old Shisan to calm down.

Didn't he say that the brain of the old fourteen can command the three armies?

He has a headache for his soldiers.

Why is the fourth brother feeling like a spring breeze these days?

That's thanks to my sister-in-law!

Fourth brother's joke is that you can make it casually?Make you feel embarrassed, make you fool around, and get rid of the gift from the fourth brother, right?

Fortunately, he quickly dragged the fourth brother away, otherwise you will be out of luck for the old fourteenth.

Thirteen felt that he was clever, and walked faster with the wind. Brother Ten was very lively, if everyone made a fuss, maybe this matter would be over.

Wang Zhao was dragged by Thirteen to the Beauty Tea House, and saw the tenth old man excitedly unwrapping presents one by one. Everyone was talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was just right. As soon as Shisan was glad that he had brought the fourth brother over, he heard the third prince say in a strange way: "Where have you been? Everyone is giving gifts to the tenth brother."

Thirteen started to have a headache again, and it was really a pot that was not opened and which pot was lifted.

"Ah... I was prepared, but I was just dropped into the pond by Fourteen. I'll give another gift to Brother Ten tomorrow." Wang Zhao looked at the expectant eyes of Old Ten and apologized with flickering eyes. After finishing speaking, he was interrupted by the third prince.

"Ah, what should I do?" The third prince said with a smile on his face, "Birthdays are only for one day, so what about gifts that have expired? Tenth brother, why don't you ask for one on the spot, your fourth brother will definitely agree to it. "

As he said that, he looked at the tenth prince who was eager to try with a slight hint.

"That's right, just say what you want." Wang Zhao, who was afraid of his younger brother's disappointment, nodded and agreed.

"Really, will you give me everything?" The simple tenth prince received the signal from the third prince, and remembered the reminder that the third brother had given him just before the fourth brother came.

"Of course, tell me. I will help you get what you want." Wang Zhao said with a smile. This younger brother with a childlike innocence is cute and tight, and he doesn't look like Fourteen at all. .

Encouraged, the ten princes blurted out: "Then, show me the face after taking off the mask!"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the audience cooled down, only the old ten was still immersed in the joy of revealing the secret: "I have heard too many rumors so I am very curious. We are all brothers and not outsiders. What are you afraid of? How serious is the scar? I have to hide it, I really want to see it."

"That, tenth prince..."

"A mere court lady dares to talk too much!"

Xie Shu, who was standing beside the tenth prince, just wanted to make a rescue, but was stopped by the third prince. Now he was standing aside in a dilemma. Why isn't Zixuan by his side at this time!

At this time, An Zixuan didn't have time to say goodbye to the bewildered Eighth Prince, so she ran away with her skirt in her hands.

On the way here, she met Hachioji who was out for a walk, stopped him without saying a word, grabbed the jade pendant hanging from his waist, and ran away.

If it is too late to catch up with him, he can only make sure that he has a gift for the tenth prince at the scene, no matter what he is, as long as he has something to fill up the number first.

Seeing that the Mei Tea House was close in front of her eyes, Wang Zhao and Shisan were already in front of the half-closed door. An Zixuan just wanted to call Wang Zhao's name, but she saw Wang Zhao lift the curtain, turn around and leave the Mei Tea House.

"Wang Zhao!" An Zixuan shouted at the top of her voice, but she saw Wang Zhao turn her head to look at him and quicken her pace.

An Zixuan was taken aback for a moment, then her head exploded.

He didn't wear a mask on his face!

Damn it, the third prince, a scumbag, uses the innocent tenth prince to poke at people's weaknesses. What kind of son does a mother raise? Both mother and son are rubbish.

An Zixuan didn't care to catch her breath, and went to chase Wang Zhao again.

"Wang Zhao!" An Zixuan chased after her tiredly coughing, and finally grabbed Wang Zhao's hand.

"Are you also here to see my joke?" Wang Zhao shook An Zixuan's hand away without turning his head, and continued to stride forward, as if there was something disgusting behind him, and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible .

"It's not Wang Zhao...cough cough..."

An Zixuan was staggered by him, took a few steps back and fell to the ground, covered her mouth and coughed, and struggled to get up to pull him.

Wang Zhao was disturbed to hear that An Zixuan seemed to be coughing up her heart, liver, spleen and lungs in the back. He closed his eyes and turned around struggling inwardly.

"How long have you been running? How did this happen?" Wang Zhao looked at An Zixuan, whose face was flushed from coughing and her eyes were full of tears. While beating her on the back, he asked the maid who brought tea to give her a drink.

"It's okay." An Zixuan drank a glass of water and calmed down, and finally she was able to speak normally, but just as she raised her head, Wang Zhao suddenly turned her face away.

"Wang Zhao." An Zixuan forced his face away: "Wang Zhao, look into my eyes."

Wang Zhao broke off An Zixuan's hand countless times, but An Zixuan held her face stubbornly again, one turned her head vigorously, and the other insisted on straightening it up, so scared that the maid beside her threw away the tray in her hand and ran away. .

"What the hell are you going to do! Why do you stab me, why do you all have trouble with me, why!" Wang Zhao roared with tears all over his face, and finally gave up resistance under An Zixuan's insistence.

An Zixuan looked at Wang Zhao with disheveled hair covering most of his face with distress. Tears couldn't stop falling, but she insisted on holding his head and looking at her.

"I made you look up into my eyes!"

"I'll let you look at my eyes carefully, how is it different from the garbage just now!"

"Wang Zhao, I have never had any prejudice against you. I don't sympathize with you, don't pity you, don't laugh at you, don't hate you, and don't think the scars on your face are a shame."

"Why do you care about their eyes? Those who are perfect in appearance have black stomachs. Why do such disgusting people pay attention to them?"

"Don't care about what other people think of you. Your life can only be decided by yourself. You don't need anyone's approval. Why waste your short life thinking about unimportant things?"

Wang Zhao looked at the pair of eyes that were looking directly at him. There was no sympathy, no joke, no pity, no disgust, no unbearable look in those eyes, and no secret joy after the mystery was revealed.

Full of magnanimity.

Full of magnanimity.

Like that year when he was trapped at the bottom of the valley, the stream in the mountain stream was crystal clear.

That year, he relied on that creek and passed the difficult days.

Now, is he going to rely on this creek to get through this trough in his life?

"It hurts, right? It almost scratched my eye." An Zixuan pushed aside the broken hair in front of Wang Zhao's eyes in distress, and stroked the long scar on his face.

"Wang Zhao, I hope you can let go of this worry..."

"I hope you will come out of the pain. Only by letting go can you be free, have a chance to be calm and breezy, and have the possibility of poetic beauty..."

Wang Zhao raised his hand and put An Zixuan's hand on his face to his heart, and hugged her into his arms: "It doesn't matter to others, promise me, don't look at me like that, don't look at me like they do, because I only have You, I only have you..."

Since everyone broke up on the tenth prince's birthday last time, the relationship between the princes has become more awkward, especially after the prince scolded the third prince for Wang Zhao, the third prince blatantly expressed his determination to fight for the crown prince.

Before this, the princes were in a balanced situation where brothers and sisters lived together peacefully, but once this layer of window paper was broken, the desire to seize the heir apparent could no longer be suppressed.

As a result, the atmosphere among the older princes was extremely tense. Although the younger brothers didn't care about seizing the heir, they were also panicked. Coupled with the long-lasting drought, the common people were displaced. Instead of rain, he fainted, and the entire palace was in a state of depression for a while.

An Zixuan was also worried.

|Tai|Zu|After Wang Jian fainted, Cui Zhimeng went to the school and asked the prince to preside over the rain ceremony instead of the king, but was scolded by An Zixuan.

The plot clearly wanted Wang Zhao to pray for rain instead, but because of his frightening appearance, Wang Zhao had always been regarded as an unknown person by the common people. This rain prayer ceremony clearly pushed Wang Zhao into the fire pit.

But thinking about it the other way around, if praying for rain is successful this time, what Wang Zhao will get is not just the simple merit of praying for rain, but the hearts of the people.

In troubled times, theocracy is the biggest pillar of people's spiritual sustenance.

Therefore, An Zixuan was really looking forward to and worried.

The expectation is that the distance between Wang Zhao and the throne is getting closer, and the worry is whether he, whose scars have just been uncovered, can bear the rejection of the people. Before she can figure out how to deal with this matter, Wang The news came that Zhao was selected to host the Rain Festival.

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