The Road to Rebirth of the Movie King

In history, this year was a mourning year for the dynasty. The king, who was in his prime, died suddenly, and the prince was often ill. There was no one to control the government for a while, but the five countries that had always been at odds united and led troops to besiege the border cities. Yan Guonan I met a team from Xiling Gobi all the way to the east to break through Wuchang Pass, Lihan Pass and Zhenzhou, and seized several cities of the dynasty. Less than one third of the [-] soldiers were lost. No man's land.

The bad news kept spreading to the capital, to the court, and to the palace, but the prince’s east palace was completely silent. Civil servants and generals came in a hurry and returned without success. Since the prince fell ill, he locked himself in the house for several months. The food and clothing are in the hall, no one is allowed to see him, the gate of the palace is always closed, no one knows what is going on inside, so they can only kneel outside and ask for instructions.

"I implore His Royal Highness to ascend the throne as soon as possible to benefit the people..."

"Your Highness, Du Jun has captured Ni City, General Lian hastened to send troops to support..."

"Your Highness, the Ming army has broken through Changling Pass..."

"Your Highness, there is an urgent report from the frontier. King Yuan is leading an army of [-] troops coming from the north..."

"Your Highness, Yan Jun has occupied Hezhou, and the capital will be after Shenluo Pass..."

... The voices of the ministers were eager and loud, but they never received a reply.

It was another morning, the weather was very good, the sky was clear, and there was not a single cloud in the blue sky. More than a dozen veterans knelt outside the hall. The door of the hall was opened, and a maid came out with a basin in her hand. Everyone saw this. Qi Zou said: "Prince, the country cannot be left without a master for a day. Today, we once again beg the prince to ascend the throne, so as to revive the foundation of our dynasty forever!"

A breeze came, the scorching sun rose, and the gate of the palace was closed again. After the earnest pleas of the veterans, only a weak voice came from inside—"Come back, today's Shaofu, what qualifications does he have to become emperor... "

Day after day, coming and going, still no response, fewer and fewer old officials who came to kneel down, or were disappointed, or were seriously ill, and the prince has been reluctant to go out, or he just He went out once, and that was when he went to the prison one night, and the next day news spread that the traitor Bai Mo committed suicide in fear of crime.

……

The wind blows in front of the window, the night is low, the moonlight is still as quiet as in the past, a candle is flickering in front of the desk, and the tip of the pen dipped in ink is carefully drawn on the paper. It is a clear lotus pond, the lotus leaves are tender and tender, and the lotus flowers are blooming. It is a beautiful picture of enjoying the flowers, but the fly in the ointment is that the facial features of the boy in white in the painting are always blank.

Shao Fu stared at the man on the paper for a moment, and then sighed heavily. After several months, his complexion gradually became paler, and the melancholy between his brows persisted. Like a sick, taciturn melancholy person, heavy guilt made him breathless, and the blood-stained Longta lingered in his mind like a nightmare—why did the emperor die, Because of him, but also because of myself!

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Just as he put down his pen, there were sporadic noises outside the hall.

"boom!"

The door of the palace was forcibly opened, Shao Fu turned his head silently and saw his queen mother walking in with a solemn face, he got up slowly and bowed his head to say hello.

Everyone was pushed back, the palace door was closed, the queen stared at him for a while, then raised her hand and slapped him across the face!

"Crack!" There was no avoidance or avoidance, it was impartial, and the sound was crisp.

"Your Majesty!"

The female voice was solemn and slightly angry. Shao Fu froze and knelt down slowly. The queen glanced at the painting on the desk, raised her hand to hold a corner of the paper, stared at it for a moment, sneered, and then tore it to pieces Throwing it hard on his head, snow-white shreds of paper fell to the ground like snowflakes, but the person kneeling on the ground remained numb as if he didn't see or feel it.

"Your Highness, do you know what you are doing?" The queen's voice was condescending, with uncontrollable anger, but when she listened carefully, there was still a trace of trembling in her voice. She flicked her sleeves and pointed at the papers all over the floor, "He, you The person you miss day and night is your father-killing enemy!"

Shao Fu lowered his eyes and kept silent. Since that day, he has been so distraught and abnormally calm.

"Your mother is just a girl, I don't know how to teach you, but at least I know that the lifeblood of our Jiang family is connected with the dynasty!"

"Look at what you think now. Do you remember who you are? Your father gave you all the lands and mountains that your ancestors conquered for generations, but now that the country is in danger and the world is in chaos, you are huddled here all day long. You are in a daze in the room, sighing, avoiding seeing and listening to the old officials who come to ask you for instructions every day, are your actions worthy of the late emperor, worthy of the ancestors of the royal family!"

Speaking of this, her voice suddenly became sharp, and there was some bitter pleading in the scolding: "Shao Fu, Shao Fu, your father gave you this name for Shaolang and talent, I hope you can give the dynasty The mountains and rivers are a bright and beautiful scene. Now, my mother doesn't ask you to keep the world prosperous and prosperous, but I beg you to open your eyes and see if it's okay. If you use your heart to see if this dilapidated country is okay, you just have to watch your ancestors die Are you willing to ruin the painstaking efforts of several generations in your hands!"

The candle on the table has been burned to the end and will not be extinguished, as if it indicates that the broken country is coming to an end. The female voice in the silent room is crying intermittently, mournful and bewildered, and distraught.

"I was wrong." Amidst her slight sobs, the man's slightly hoarse voice sounded.

"I was wrong." He said again after a while, already whimpering.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..." The man kneeling on the ground sobbed softly, and gradually wept loudly. The abnormal calm was finally broken, like a belated apology, long-suppressed grief, silence After many days of misery, it finally broke out in an instant. The sound of sobbing and crying mixed with remorse and despair made the listener cry and the listener sad!

The queen couldn't bear to watch this scene anymore, turned around and wanted to leave, but he suddenly hugged the queen's waist, crying these three words over and over again with a crying voice, repeatedly admitting his mistake, it seemed that this made everything go wrong. Nothing happened, his eyes were crimson, big teardrops trickled down, soaking their robes, the whole room was filled with his desperate cries, which spread outside the hall and throughout the entire East Palace...

Probably infected by the sadness and remorse in the crying, the maids at the door, the guards on guard, and the eunuchs running away gradually got wet in their eyes, weeping for their highness, weeping for the dead emperor, and weeping for the declining country ...

They can't help but wonder how long the once prosperous dynasty can survive. If the country is ruined and the family is destroyed, what should these people do?

……

Prince Shaofu was immersed in the pain of losing his father and the betrayal of his lover for nearly half a year. After crying and venting, he finally woke up. Unfortunately, time waits for no one. At this time, the world is no longer what it used to be. The country is no longer the country, the mountains and rivers are broken, In the end, he only had time to see off the dynasty for the last time!

The afterglow of the west wind, bleak and desolate, soldiers approaching the city, drums and thunder, after a mighty army and horses fought, only the city was left with corpses strewn across the fields and blood flowing into rivers.

The capital city of the dynasty, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, was completely burned in a wildfire. The people hid and fled in the billowing smoke, and there was a lot of wailing everywhere. , blood and stumps paved a historical process!

Thick dark clouds gathered in the sky above the city, the sky was dark for a hundred miles, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and a violent storm was brewing.

The high wall was dilapidated due to the flames of war, and there may still be blood of generations of ancestors on it. The prince of the dynasty stood on the city wall in a gorgeous court dress. Even though he was surrounded by enemy troops, his face was always calm and fearless. , his handsome appearance and extraordinary figure still amazed and overwhelmed the soldiers who surrounded him at close range. He stared at the dilapidated high walls of the palace in the distance, his eyes flashed sadly, and he breathed a sigh of relief , Close your eyes and fall backwards!

The remnant wind swept the blue robe and black hair flying in the wind, but after all, he couldn't keep his body. The soldiers who were killing people in the city turned their eyes away at this moment, unwilling to look at this cruel scene.

"Do not--"

A mournful cry resounded through the city tower, Bai Mo's eyes widened and he got off his horse, ignoring the surrounding soldiers to stop him and ran towards the man in the pool of blood. The autumn wind was rustling, and the scene was bleak. It has become unrecognizable in a short time, it is always so simple to destroy a person!

The background music of the movie became sad, and the scene changed to two months ago. In the dark prison, Shao Fu quietly looked at the thin figure of the man in white who was imprisoned in it. No one spoke. The silent atmosphere made time seem to be trapped After a long pause, he asked: "It's been three years, have you ever truly loved me?"

Bai Mo never turned his head to look at him, and always had a clear and cold look, facing him with the most unfamiliar posture for Shao Fu. Hearing this, he replied without any hesitation: "No."

With the expected answer, Shao Fu smiled wryly, and seemed to be mocking himself: "Okay, I see..."

The dim picture gradually faded away and merged with the billowing gunpowder smoke outside the city. The surroundings were desolate and miserable, as if one could smell the breath of death in the air.

Bai Mo squatted down carefully in front of Shao Fu's body, wiped the blood on his face with his fingers, his eyes were obviously extremely sad, but he couldn't shed a single tear, in the end, he only sighed softly: "I lied to you... "

The big raindrops poured down, the blood was washed away, the bones were buried, and the blood of the last prince of the dynasty soaked his land!

A few months later, in the morning light, the red sun rose in the east, and the camera slowly moved from the magnificent palace where the new king ascended the throne and hundreds of officials worshiped to the bustling streets of the capital city, and then quickly passed through the vast wasteland forests, and the vast city cliffs reached a small city. Town, the camera paused for a moment on the "Nanyang Town" engraved on the stone tablet outside the town, and then a familiar figure appeared in the picture, still dressed in white, with a lingering sadness between his brows, it was white ink. 】

The big screen went dark, and the melodious and sad prelude of the ending song sounded. The music echoed the melancholy of the movie. After a while, the elegant male voice interjected, and the sad lyrics slowly sang:

"The wind and frost wear away the pride and make the dust, another spring, the yellow sand buries a few books of merit and deeds, the sound of an old-fashioned flute in the old days is only a shadow, the twilight lingers and refuses to sink... Familiar with the writing burns the heart, it has nothing to do with Fengyue Lining, for me to turn around and guard the mountains and rivers for a ride."

The entire auditorium was silent, no one got up, no one spoke, everyone listened to the song quietly, and calmed down. Some more emotional audiences are still wiping tears with red eyes, probably because the singing tune is too sad, even after the movie is over. , They still couldn't help feeling sad for the talented and beautiful prince, and tried their best to press their lips to prevent tears from falling.

It wasn't until the song came to an end and the lights in the auditorium were turned on one by one that everyone's emotions gradually calmed down. They all left the stage with their heads down and embarrassed. Xia Qiyao blew his nose with a tissue and sighed: "As expected of Mr. Zhang's apprentice, the movie is really well shot, and the script is also good, it's a conscience movie!"

"No matter how good a movie is, it needs good actors to have this kind of effect!" Yang Nianhong said quietly beside him.

Xia Qiyao laughed: "Okay, I know how good your future godson's acting skills are!"

Yang Nianhong snorted: "That is!"

Xia Qiyao laughed and stood up: "Oh, it's not a waste of time to see a good movie, go back and write a movie review!"