Do you deserve to tease me?

That feeling is far better than anything I've ever experienced.

I responded to his half-sentence.

I said, "It's not worth it." Of course, there was nothing not worth it.

When I held the knife in the past, I had no ambitions or enthusiasm.

For me, that's just a road I've long wanted to embark on.

What the scenery on the road is like, what I will see when I finally arrive, are not within my consideration.

Only the one who makes me carry the knife.

He also asked me.

He asked me - if there are nine grades of loyalty in this world, which one are you?

I can't say that I am a person who values ​​affection and righteousness.

So I also answer very frankly.

Not last, not first.

As I am now.Neither think it's worth it nor say it's not worth it.

But he chose the way he wanted to go.

Just have to go to the end, until there is no way to go.

I should stop and continue to ask: "Are you worth it?"

Fu Yanxu was silent for a moment.

His gaze seemed to be set in a very far place, empty and ethereal.

"It's worth it, it's worth it," he said to me.

That's the biggest difference between him and me.

He has attachments and convictions, but I don't.

Others say that I am loyal to the emperor, but I am not very loyal.

In his answer, I thought of all the promises the prince made when he wooed me for no reason.

I have never been moved by wealth, status, fame and fortune.

But I still should.

It's like the day I met the Holy Spirit for the first time.

I said, I am neither the last nor the first.

The emperor who sat on the top was not angry.

He just replied to me: "In that case, that would be great."

I sighed.

I asked Fu Yanxu: "His Royal Highness just ask you to count a few hexagrams, but you can't figure out a single hexagram. The reason is that you don't think it can be counted, or--you don't want to count?"

Fu Yanxu didn't care about him.

It was a rare time that he was quite candid, just like I was back then.

Fu Yanxu said, "I don't want to count."

I laughed and said that the prince is a prince after all, and he will surely ascend to the throne in the coming year, so there is nothing he doesn't care about.

Fu Yanxu said: "Because of this, I don't want to count."

"Things like fate are impermanent and hard to understand, and you can't tell them clearly. Maybe today is counted, but tomorrow it won't be counted." He said lightly, "I can indeed figure out a little bit by looking at his face, but—what His Royal Highness is asking for is not what I want If I can reach it, when I can reach it, he doesn't need me to count."

I was silent for a moment.

I said, "Then why are you counting me?"

Fu Yanxu did not speak.

He raised his hand and stared at me as if across the sky.

Then he spoke softly.

Said to me with a hoarse voice that made countless midnight dreams startling - "Master Fang, what do you think?"

After the filming of the next few scenes, the screenwriter was already full of ideas, and added eight more scenes for me.

I saw it in my eyes, and it was a little hard to say.

I really want to tell her that those who can restrain themselves don't have to squander their talents so much.

Because if it goes on, I suspect that I am the hero, not the prince.

Xiaofeng also deeply agrees.

She thought more.

She felt that the one who played the prince was really unlucky and bumped into me. I added so many scenes, and a good male lead was reduced to a male supporting role.

So she insinuated and asked me if I could cut my part.

I was shocked.

I said who is your boss, and you actually proposed to cut my part?

Could it be that my acting skills are not superb enough, isn't my performance penetrating?

Am I not Commander Fang himself?

Xiaofeng had a complicated expression, and the screenwriter nodded repeatedly.

But Fu Yanxu was sitting next to him sluggish, and when he heard the sound, he sneered, "Heh."

I turned my head and stared at him silently for two seconds.

Then he said, "What are you laughing at?"

Fu Yanxu asked: "I can't even laugh anymore?"

I said no.

Fu Yanxu showed doubts.

He asked, "Why can't I laugh?"

I replied lightly: "I am the male lead, and you are the one who follows me, so in front of me, what I say is what I say."

Fu Yanxu didn't say a word.

But having said that, I discussed it with the director.

After all, I don't need big hits, let alone thousands of fans.

I am who I am.

I just have money.

Let me say this, since I don't want to cut the scenes, why don't I add more scenes to the prince.

The director thinks it is possible.

The screenwriter rushed out the door, howling.

The assistant director rushed out without saying a word, and snatched the door back.

Three minutes later, Xiaofeng walked back with the screenwriter.

I don't know what she comforted the screenwriter.

In short, the screenwriter didn't shake his head and say that she couldn't write it anymore.

Instead, she said loudly that she would make the prince shine.

At the time, I didn't expect what plot she was going to write.

When I saw the latest script, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed and marvel at the talent of the screenwriter.

The heroine is no longer the heroine, and the hero is not the hero either.

The misunderstandings caused by the love they had talked about were all resolved.

What's left is that they cooperate with each other, sincerity is as good as gold and stone, and men and women are not tired of working together, etc., and they are slapped in the face.

Yes.

In the following plot, the hero and heroine are in charge of slapping faces, and Fu Yanxu and I are in charge of hypocrisy.

Whether they took the wrong script, I don't know.

but I know.

This script is after such a set of illogical operations by the screenwriter.

It has become richer.

Xiaofeng was listening to the screenwriter explaining the plot concept for half an hour, and at the end he was so excited that his eyes were tearful.

She told me: "Based on my experience of watching dramas for many years, if this drama is not popular, I would eat two buckets of popcorn raw."