After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

The outside noise did not affect the normal filming of the crew.

Yan Congsheng, who was at the scene, did not see the arrow that hit the bull's eye fifty meters away. He was just shocked for a moment by Chi Qing's light tone and the loud sound of stone hitting wood in the distance.

That subconscious reaction just fits the psychological mapping of Ling Jun in the play.

Those words seemed to have turned into a gust of cold wind, seeping into his past without leaving any hole, just like the corrosion of hundreds of insects.

"Then, then why are you helping me?" Ling Jun forced himself to calm down, but in fact he even forgot to use honorifics.

Chi Qing didn't care about this bit of etiquette, frowned and said calmly: "The King of Qin is the eldest princess's younger brother, and they are brothers from the same mother."

Ling Jun's eyes widened. Wasn't Chi Qing his cousin?

No wonder……

All the past events came to mind, and everything had its answer. It turned out that they were the only blood relatives in the world...

Ling Jun has always regarded Chi Qing as a role model, and now he has an even greater admiration for her.

Before he could speak, Chi Qing shot another arrow with such force that the wooden target in front of him kept shaking: "Don't trust anyone so easily in the future."

Otherwise, you will be the next Qin Wangfu...

Chi Qing pursed his lips, but didn't say this out loud.

Ling Jun raised his head slightly and looked at the thin figure in front of him. His cousin was only one year older than him. His family was full of loyal and brave men. His mother died when the eldest princess was only fourteen years old.

He entered the palace at the age of fifteen and served as the General of the Central Army beside the emperor. From then on, he was always surrounded by blood and gore.

The sixteen-year-old general died on the battlefield, and the general went into battle alone to take his father's place and uphold the glory of the general's mansion.

Ever since he knew that the Emperor and the Prince were not as harmonious as they seemed, his father's death was most likely an assassination. So how did the eldest princess die?

How true is the rumor that the general died of illness in the sand tent?

Ling Jun didn't dare to think further.

"Do you want to learn?" Chi Qing suddenly asked.

"What?" He was stunned.

The thin muscles between the boy's arms were stretched, and you could vaguely see the beautiful blue veins running through them.

Another casual arrow was fired, accompanied by the whistling north wind. Chi Qing's eyes were bright and his lips slightly opened: "Learn archery, spear, martial arts, and learn to control your own power."

He stared blankly at the dust flying in the sky. Ling Jun would never forget that day when the road that had been distorted six years ago accidentally got back on track under the light of the morning star.

"Kuh—this one passed!"

The director's words spoiled the mood and pulled Yan Congsheng, who was immersed in self-admiration, back from the plot.

Yan Congsheng came back to his senses and looked at Lu Rong, whose emotions changed freely, and sighed: "It's such a pleasure to act with you..."

"Brother Yan, you're too polite." Lu Rong's face was calm, and he didn't show much emotion because of the compliment from this popular star.

"Sometimes I really doubt, Xiao Lu, are you really seventeen years old?"

Lu Rong just smiled and didn't answer.

"Go and have a look!"

"Hey, don't squeeze me—"

Before the two of them had exchanged a few words, they saw several people who were watching from afar rushing forward and running towards the target several dozen meters away.

Yan Congsheng, who was pushed aside, was full of confusion. Looking at the crowd going away, he suddenly thought of something. He looked at Lu Rong in disbelief and followed the crowd to squeeze in.

At the end of the shooting range, there is a row of wooden targets.

An arrow hit the center of the target accurately, the arrow head sank into it, leaving only half of the arrow body swaying slightly outside.

The second arrow grazed the edge of the first arrow and embedded deeply into the target. The three arrows were close together, forming a tight triangle.

The target was slightly tilted by the continuous force, but fortunately the director had strict control over the quality of the props and it did not fall apart.

The area around the props was packed with people; even the serious-looking assistant director squeezed in with his hands behind his back.

When the crowd saw three arrows hitting the same target, it was as if they were cast under a spell, and the originally noisy venue instantly fell into dead silence.

After a few seconds, there was a burst of exclamations from the crowd, one after another.

Some people opened their eyes wide with an expression of disbelief on their faces and took out their mobile phones immediately.

Some even jumped up excitedly, their eyes full of admiration and praise for Lu Rong's superb skills.

If one arrow hits the target, it can be considered luck, but what if all three arrows hit the same target?

I can't criticize you, this requires real skill.

Director Fan struggled to pull the assistant director out from the crowd and asked earnestly, "Did you shoot it?"

"Don't worry, the behind-the-scenes footage is ready!" said the assistant director as he dived deeper into it, occasionally expressing surprise.

Yan Congsheng, who was numb from the crowd, came to the main person and looked at the young man's calm and fair face in shock: "Xiao Lu, are you a professional archer?"

"But nowadays, if children want to learn archery, shouldn't they learn to use competitive recurve bows or compound bows? It's rare to see children learning to use traditional bows."

Moreover, the accuracy is so amazing that it would take more than ten years of practice to master it.

What, did you learn it from birth? Or did you come from Mongolia? Did you hear it from childhood?

Yan Congsheng was extremely puzzled. He himself was a hard-working actor and whenever he encountered martial arts scenes and traditional skills in his career, he would perform them himself if he could.

But Chinese culture is broad and profound, and some people spend their entire lives specializing in just one skill.

He could only pretend to be as standard as possible. For example, in this archery shot, a normal crew would first show the panoramic view, and then take close-ups of the character's bow drawing and facial expressions.

All you have to do is follow the flight trajectory of the arrow. No one will care whether it is accurate or not.

After all, those who can act cannot shoot archery, and those who can shoot archery cannot act. We can only watch how the director shoots and present to the audience the effect of the archers' superb skills.

But now there is an exception, and Yan Congsheng is sure that the director will choose to reshoot.

Sure enough, as soon as this thought came to their mind, they were pulled over by Director Fan to talk.

Because it was not a problem with the two people's acting skills, the scene was over very quickly, but the crowd of onlookers became even larger. Many people had received the news in advance, and those who were eating or getting ready to get off work all came to join in the fun.

Lu Rong did not disappoint everyone's expectations. His mentality was incredibly stable and he completed Director Fan's shooting task with ease.

"Brother Lu, the information you provided about being able to ride a horse and being good at spearmanship can't be at this level, right?"

Yan Congsheng's mouth twitched as he recalled Lu Rong's free-wheeling horsemanship during the previous parade. Although he didn't demonstrate any complicated skills, it must have been quite impressive now that he thought about it.

Lu Rong looked at Yan, who had already begun to lower his generation, with a smile, but said nothing.

Yan Congsheng's scalp tingled when he was looked at, and he muttered: "Are kids nowadays so smart? It's really worthy of being called brother... Hey, Brother Lu, Brother Lu, don't go, teach Xiaoyan how to ride a horse..."