Don't make trouble, it will be photographed!

Zhao Moran blushed to the base of his neck immediately, and said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble, you're still filming!"

Ji Hao whispered, "Brother, you are too cute."

Zhao Moran smiled and glared at him, then bowed to Director Lai, "Director, you can start now!"

Director Lai made an OK gesture to the director, and the director knocked on the slate.

Ji Hao straightened the wine glass that was upside down on the stone table, and while pouring the wine, he asked as if chatting, "Is the general married?"

Zhao Moran lowered his eyes, "I have been on the battlefield all year round, with my head on the blade all the time, how dare I hurt others."

"It's a pity..." Ji Hao sighed softly.

Zhao Moran raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that it's a full moon night, and no one can accompany the general." Ji Hao raised his glass, "Why don't you let me accompany the general to have a good Mid-Autumn Festival today."

"Wait a minute," Zhao Moran's eyes flickered, and he quickly reached out his hand to block the wine glass that Ji Hao was about to drink, "Save the wine for later."

"Oh?" Ji Hao smiled with interest, "Could it be that the general is still reluctant to part with this wine?"

Zhao Moran got up and snatched the wine glass from Ji Hao's hand, and hurriedly said: "Yunhe, how long are you going to pretend to be with me! Are you still blaming me!"

Ji Hao's wrist trembled, and he closed his eyes slightly, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

Du Yang, who was watching the play at the side, snapped his fingers and leaned into He Sheng's ear, "It's cool! It's so cool to watch them act! I haven't seen such a smooth and wonderful dialogue for a long time."

He Sheng, who was fascinated by watching, said impatiently: "Keep your voice down, don't interrupt me."

......

"Yunhe, I didn't abandon you back then. In the second year of my exile, I went back to look for you, but everything changed after I went back..."

"Stop talking!" Ji Hao suddenly put down the wine glass, and a crack appeared on the bottom of the white jade glass instantly.

"Listen to me!" Zhao Moran roared softly, and then slumped down on the stone bench, "It was also a mid-autumn night, and I originally wanted to use my military exploits to rescue you, but when I went back, the house had already Easy master."

Zhao Moran's eyes turned red immediately, "I only found out afterwards that everyone in my family had passed away. I've been looking for you for three years, but I still can't find you. Uncle, who sells sesame seed cakes at the alley, told me that you... ...already dead."

"What's the use of talking about this now!" Ji Hao, who was originally calm, finally lost his mind for a moment, "You clearly promised me that you would definitely come back before the Mid-Autumn Festival, why...why you didn't come!"

At that moment, the two of them suddenly realized that everything is a trick of creation.

Li Yuyan originally sent a letter from his family promising Yunhe to arrive before the Mid-Autumn Festival, but on the day before leaving, he was entangled in military affairs and delayed for a day. On that day, bandits suddenly sneaked into the house and abducted the young Li Yunhe.

"I'm sorry..." Zhao Moran half-kneeled on the ground, looked at Jihao with tears in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "It's all my brother's fault...you forgive me."

Ji Hao moved his throat, swallowed the tears swirling in his eyes, and took a deep breath, "It's too late... everything is too late, it's God's will."

Ji Hao's acting skills are very skillful. Everyone present can feel the grief and anger in Ji Hao's chest, but he restrains it very well. This restrained method can most arouse the emotions of the audience.

Several girls in the coordinating team couldn't help covering their mouths with their hands, tears streaming down.

Zhao Moran looked up at Ji Hao, and said anxiously: "It's not too late, as long as you don't help the princess anymore, the fifth prince will definitely be lenient to you."

Ji Hao took a deep breath and shook his head, "My hands have already been stained with the blood of too many people. Even if the Fifth Prince would let me go, I would have no face to live in this world. I have abandoned the precepts of my ancestors and my family. , Now is the time for my redemption."

After speaking, Ji Hao quickly picked up the wine glass, downed it violently, and smashed the wine glass to the ground.

"Brother, you once told me that there is a kind of flower in the West that is purple, and its unique fragrance can be put in a sachet. I really want to...go and have a look." As he said, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of Ji Hao's mouth .

"How, how is it possible?" Zhao Moran hastily stepped forward to wipe off the blood stains on the corner of Ji Hao's mouth with his hands, and hugged him into his arms, "This wine has obviously been replaced before I came, and the poisoned wine has already been replaced. Splashed by me."

Ji Hao's pupils slowly dilated, and he smiled angrily, "I know you are reluctant to kill me, but...if I don't die, how can the Fifth Prince let you go so easily."

It turned out that Li Yunhe had added He and Dinghong into his cup just now.

Zhao Moran burst into tears. He held Ji Hao's already cold hand tightly with one hand, and stroked his face with the other, "What did you add to the wine? Where is the antidote?"

Ji Hao shook his head, and said softly: "Turn to Zhuge, a low-key house, and a sleepless night. There should be no hatred, so what's the point of longing for another time?"

This is a poem written by Su Shi after drinking on the Mid-Autumn Festival to express his missing for his younger brother Su Zhe.Li Yuyan wrote this poem in his family letter eight years ago to express his longing for his younger brother.

Zhao Moran cried out in pain, he held his younger brother tightly in his arms, "It's all my fault, it's my fault!" He wanted to hug his younger brother, but found that his body was getting heavier, he roared to the sky : "Fuck the righteousness of the world, fuck the throne, I will take you away now..."

Before the words were finished, Ji Hao's hand that was holding Zhao Moran suddenly lost his strength and dropped down.

Zhao Moran's heart was twisted like a knife, and he sat on the ground and hugged Ji Hao's body tightly and cried loudly, his bun fell loose at this moment, and the long hair on his forehead hung down on Ji Hao's pale face.

He burst into tears, trembling all over, and took out a jade pendant from his sleeve. The jade pendant was originally a gift for Li Yunhe on the Mid-Autumn Festival eight years ago.

Everyone in the arena was silent, He Sheng fell into Du Yang's arms and began to cry loudly, it was too cruel, too cruel...."

One minute later, there was applause in the arena. Director Lai sighed softly, cleared his throat, "Perfect, call it a day!"

After hearing Director Lai's instructions, Ji Hao slowly opened his eyes, only to see that Zhao Moran was still holding him tightly, and was already sobbing.

"Brother?" Ji Hao asked softly.

Zhao Moran cried even more uncontrollably, tears dripping down Ji Hao's face.

With tender eyes, Ji Hao gently hugged Zhao Moran, patted his back, and said softly: "Okay...it's just filming, it's all for acting, don't cry."

Zhao Moran wiped the snot from his face, and smiled, "It's because you acted so well...I'm too involved in the drama, and I can't get out."

Taking advantage of people not paying attention, Ji Hao kissed Zhao Moran on the face, "I really picked up a treasure."

On the other side, Director Lai stretched his waist, and smiled at Zheng Xiang: "Look, if I hadn't insisted on Ji Hao playing the role of Li Yunhe at the beginning, how could it have the current effect!"

Zheng Xiang nodded in agreement, "Indeed! They really played well, these two roles were tailor-made for them."