[Rebirth] The gold master's husband is not easy to coax

"Oh?" Yu Yao thought that the "hate" understood by the young man in front of him was at the level of the general public, but unexpectedly, he said, "Prince Ji has no hatred for his father."

This has greatly exceeded his expectations, so there is no need to say the next thing.

"Okay, you go there, get ready, the shooting will start in 10 minutes."

"Ah? Teacher Yu, don't you want to teach me a play?"

"It's just such a scene. If you can understand the emotions in it, are you afraid that you can't act it well? Go! Go through it first and then talk about it."

"Okay, then I'll go and get ready."

"Hua Dao" is a serious and earnest program, different from other playful entertainment variety shows, and Producer Yu is a more rigorous person, which also determines that this program cannot be broadcast live, but should be like a real TV series , One shot is not enough, then come, think again and again.

After 10 minutes, the shooting officially started. There was no shout of "several shots and several times". After the lights and cameras were in place, the director called "Action", and the actors instantly fell into the state.

In the dilapidated small temple, there is a statue of a benevolent Buddha.It was supposed to be brightly lit and full of pilgrims, but for some reason the incense was cut off and it was abandoned in this unknown corner.

Under the wall of the Buddhist hall, there are two people clinging tightly, one is older and the other is relatively young, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The brocade clothes these two people were wearing were already dirty and torn, but they couldn't hide their noble aura at all.

These two people are exactly Prince Ji who fled into the mountains for several days without hearing from him, and his son Ji Xuan.

Here in the barren mountains and wild mountains, no one can be found everywhere. After days and nights of fleeing, Ji Xun is exhausted.He was about to close his eyes and lean against the wall to rest for a while, but he heard his son's terrified cry, "Aweng! Aweng! They are coming!"

Ji Xun suddenly opened his eyes and listened attentively. Sure enough, there were faint sounds of weapons colliding not far away.

The chasers are coming!

This realization made his heart sink forever, but he couldn't panic, because his son was looking at him full of hope.

He stabilized his voice, fumbled to hold Ji Xuan's hand, "Ah Xuan, don't panic."

"Ah Weng, what should we do?" The young man's clear voice was full of fear at the moment.

Ji Xun glanced at the closed door, he could feel the sound of fighting had stopped, and they had already stopped in front of the door.

This cognition made Ji Xun feel a little disappointed and unwilling deep in his heart.

Did the emperor really want to put him to death?

After today... no, he will never see tomorrow again.

He closed his eyes fiercely, and opened them again, with a complete determination.

"Xuan'er, are you willing to follow and be your father?"

"..." The emperor pursed his pale lips and looked away, not knowing how to respond for a long time.

"Don't want to?"

"No, it's not that I don't want to. My son... My son is just worried about the great-grandson of the emperor who is still in Beijing."

"..." Huang's great-grandson, Ji Xun also fell silent when he heard about the baby in swaddling clothes. He held his hand on the hilt of the saber and held it tightly until his fingertips turned white before he let go.

"Xuan'er, it's Ah Weng who is sorry for you."

"No, Ah Weng. Ah Weng is the best Ah Weng in the world." Ji Xuan knelt beside Ji Xun, also put his hands on the hilt of his sword, with admiration on his face and tears in his eyes.

At this time, there was an impatient shout and question outside the door, which made the two of them tremble violently.

"The one inside is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Ji Xun's father and son looked at each other, and they both saw relief in each other's eyes.Now that this was the case, they relaxed instead.

"Don't talk, we can come in!"

"His Royal Highness! Don't blame the little faux pas!" Immediately afterwards, there was a violent impact.

The ancient temple has gone through many years of wind and frost, but it can resist that short period of time.But no matter how many, it is impossible.

Maybe they should break in the next moment.

At this time, there was only a sound of "Zheng", and the saber on Ji Xun's waist was already pulled out by Ji Xuan.

The young emperor and grandson held the sword tremblingly, and looked up at his young A Weng, as if he wanted to engrave this last look into his heart.

"Ah Weng, use this sword to kill Xuan'er."

"Xuan'er, you..."

"The child would rather die in the hands of A Weng than be humiliated by others."

This is the last pride of the royal family.

But can he really do it?

Ji Xun took the sword, holding the hilt in one hand, caressing the blade with the other hand, lowered his head, tears fell down unexpectedly, and fell on the sword glowing with silver light.

The sound of the impact became louder and louder, Ji Xuan quickly glanced back at the crumbling door, then tightly squeezed Ji Xun's arm, "Ah Weng! It's too late!"

"what--!"

Accompanied by the sound of the sword piercing into the body, the door was broken open, and several soldiers in armor stepped into the small temple first, but what greeted them was the body of the emperor's grandson lying on the ground, and the crown prince with a sword across his neck. Your Highness.

"Cut!"

It was not until a long time after the order was issued that the rest of the program group finally got out of this scene.

"It's touching, it's so touching! I cried. At that moment just now, I felt as if I had traveled through time and space to witness such a touching scene with my own eyes. Mr. Yu, I have a hunch that our show may explode .”

"That's fine with Mr. Zhuang, why is Qian Zhou's acting skills so good? Is this really only 16 years old?"

"That's it! It's completely different from the previous performance! I want to kneel down and call His Royal Highness a thousand years old."

Qian Zhou got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and said to Zhuang Ling, "Brother Zhuang, I'm sorry! I didn't scratch you just now, did I?"

"Pfft!" The crowd broke their efforts in a second, but the kid Qian Zhou was still serious and bluffed.

"I'm fine, but you, are you hurting from the fall?" Others didn't know yet, but Zhuang Ling was the closest, and he really heard the sound of "boom".

The child fell to the ground without a trace of water.With this professional quality, he will be able to go for a long time in the show business circle in the future.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt! I have learned the technique! It really doesn't hurt at all!" Actually...it still hurts a little bit, but Qian Zhou didn't have the nerve to say it out, and besides, his father was there, and he didn't want to let him underestimated.

"Zhuang Ling, you did a good job, that's how it feels."

"But Teacher Yu, I think something is wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I can't tell, maybe it's a way of death?"

"How to die?"

"Does Mr. Zhuang feel that the death of the crown prince and the emperor's grandson is not tragic enough?" In front of Yu and the director, Deputy Director Chen could not always call Zhuang Ling "Zhuang Zhuang" or "Ling Ling".

"It's not that it's tragic, it's just that I don't think the prince should die like this."

Producer Yu pondered for a while, and said, "There is no record in the history books about the method of the prince's death, and there are various theories. There is no conclusion after all. What's the matter? Do you have any better ideas?"