I, the emperor, aspired to the top of the entertainment industry

It was like a long dream.

Xie Mingzhou opened his eyes, his eyelids were heavy, his throat was so dry that he wanted to cough, and just about to get up from the bed, he found that his hands were firmly locked in powerful palms.

He raised his eyes, but met the man's deep and burning eyes, without hiding it.

Fu Chengu's always meticulous shirt was untied, revealing his wheat-colored chest. Perhaps his eyes were bloodshot because he hadn't closed his eyes for two consecutive nights.

Seeing him open his eyes, Fu Chengu immediately stood up and leaned over, his voice hoarse: "How does your body feel?"

Xie Mingzhou leaned against the head of the bed, his face was sickly white, his peach blossom eyes were extremely attractive, looking at Fu Chengu's eyes, and the restrained eyes in his dream overlapped, as if he had been in a lifetime.

After a while, Xie Mingzhou sighed and said, "Fortunately, I just had a strange dream."

He hooked his lips, changed his words and said, "No, it was a good dream."

It can be regarded as a matter of his mind.

Fortunately, they didn't pass by in Zhouzhuang in this life, nor were they bound, and they could live from their hearts.

Fu Chengu took the water glass, handed it to Xie Mingzhou, pursed his lips and looked at him, as if he wanted to wait for him to talk about the dream, but after waiting for a long time, Xie Mingzhou did not speak.He said: "The doctor said that you have insufficient blood supply to the brain and need recuperation recently. I will ask for leave for you from the production team."

Xie Mingzhou drank a glass of water, his throat became a little moist, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. The taciturn Mr. Fu has unconsciously talked more recently.

"Okay." He said, "My role in "Old Dreams in the Liyuan" has already wrapped up, so I can rest for a few days."

Fu Chengu asked with concern: "Is there any discomfort on your body?"

Looking at Fu Chengu's tired face, Xie Mingzhou closed his eyes, leaned lazily on the pillow, and laughed softly: "Don't worry, with you here, the King of Hades wouldn't dare to take me away. You also go back for a rest." .”

It looked like I hadn't slept for several nights.

Seeing that Xie Mingzhou closed his eyes and rested his mind, Fu Chen therefore did not bother, walked out of the room and closed the door.

"Boss Fu, you asked me to buy Shen Xiang's hole flute that day, and I'm negotiating with the people at the exhibition." Secretary Li said respectfully.

Fu Chen nodded lightly, he had long noticed that Xie Mingzhou cared and obsessed about Shen Shuxing beyond ordinary people, just like he did for Emperor Ming.A few days ago, he happened to see the hole flute used by Shen Shuxing in the news of the museum exhibition in city B, and his first reaction was to buy it.

Wait for Xie Mingzhou to recover before giving it to him.

Fu Chengu thought about it, and was startled by his own thoughts. Before meeting Xie Mingzhou, he had always been cold-hearted. He never thought that one day he would spend a lot of money, just to smile for Bomei.

Xie Mingzhou was hospitalized for a total of seven days, during which time people came to visit him one after another without interruption.Director Ye first, followed by the entire crew of "Old Dreams in the Liyuan", and even colleagues from the former crew.

"Brother Xie, when I heard about your blasting scene at the company, something happened, and it scared me!" Xie Mingzhou's number one apprentice, Wu Haoran, moved a small bench and sat beside Xie Mingzhou, with a worried face on his face, "Brother Xie, are you okay?"

Xie Mingzhou gnawed on an apple and said with a smile, "I'll be discharged tonight. How is it? Have you improved your swordsmanship recently?"

"Brother Xie, thanks to you!" Wu Haoran looks tough, but when he called Brother Xie, he always had childishness and admiration, "Brother Xie, you helped me recommend Mingwen, the dispute with Wang during that time, The announcements have all been withdrawn."

Xie Mingzhou hooked his lips. He just appreciated Wu Haoran's obsession with martial arts, so he helped him with a little effort and recommended him to Mingwen Media. He didn't expect that Young Master Wu's reaction would be so intense, and he would chase after him every day. He thanks.

He touched Wu Haoran's prickly cropped head, like an elder: "It's all a company now, so why not be polite."

Wu Haoran lowered his head and smiled, his ears were slightly red, just about to say something.

At this time, the door was gently pushed open.

Fu Chengu glanced over Xie Mingzhou's hand, and then fell on Xie Mingzhou's half-smile face, his eyes turned cold.Xie Mingzhou raised his eyebrows, calmly withdrew his hand, and continued to gnaw on the apple.

Wu Haoran was taken aback by Fu Chengu's majestic gaze: "Boss Fu..."

Fu Chengu glanced at him coldly, walked to Xie Mingzhou's side, and said softly: "After the discharge procedures are completed, we can go home together."

Hearing "go home together", Wu Haoran's eyebrows twitched. He heard that Brother Xie and Mr. Fu had a good relationship, but he hadn't heard that these two people had already lived together?Isn't he...?

Seeing that Fu Chengu did not shy away from revealing the relationship between the two, with a strong possessive desire, Xie Mingzhou sighed and turned over to stand up, straighten the folded shirt corners, and said to Wu Haoran: "There is a chance, see you later in the crew .”

Wu Haoran didn't dare to say anything because of Fu Chengu's majesty. Looking at the two people standing side by side, he suddenly felt something glowing above his head, and a subtle sense of loss flashed across his head.

"Okay, Brother Xie, rest well."

Fu Chengu walked into the car with Xie Mingzhou in his arms, without saying a word all the way.

Sitting in the car, Xie Mingzhou looked at Fu Chengu's indifferent face, as if he saw through his worries, and said with a smile: "Wu Haoran is still a half-grown child, I have no interest."

Fu Chengu pursed his lips and looked at him, and said for a while, "Just because you're not interested in him doesn't mean he's not interested in you."

Xie Mingzhou laughed lowly, and gently stroked Fu Chengu's resolute chin with his fingertips: "Mr. Fu, how can you feel sorry for a child?"

Lazy tone, with a vague provocation.

Fu Chen therefore let Xie Mingzhou's long fingers whirling around his face. The people who came to see Xie Mingzhou in the past two days, from Ye Rong to Wu Haoran, even bumped into Fu Yan at the entrance of the hospital, all of them had eyes that were not innocent, and felt a little bored.

"Mr. Fu, didn't you ask me what I dreamed last time?" Xie Mingzhou approached him and said frankly, "Actually, I dreamed... Prime Minister Shen."

Fu Chengu frowned slightly, held his hand, and said in a deep voice, "What did you dream of him doing?"

Xie Mingzhou laughed lowly: "I kissed him in my dream, do you mind?"

Without saying a word, he obviously felt the man's hand tightened impressively, and the eyes staring at him were faintly angry but restrained.

"I'm just joking." Xie Mingzhou hurriedly said, putting a bracelet around Fu Chengu's neck, "Don't worry, Mr. Fu, I will only kiss one person in my life—uh——"

In the next second, Fu Chengu grabbed the back of his head and kissed him domineeringly and tenderly.

The previous few times were emotional outbursts that had been suppressed for too long, but this time, considering that his body had just recovered, it was more gentle, lingering and hot, telling the restrained worries and longings of the past few days, as well as the secret anxiety in his heart.

It took Fu Chengu a while to let him go.

"Do it again next time." Fu Chen did not change his face, staring at Xie Mingzhou with deep eyes, and said softly: "When you recover from illness, I don't mind doing what happened that night again."

"?" Xie Mingzhou's provocative gaze paused, remembering that he hadn't had enough time in the lounge that night, and came back several times when he got home, his ears felt hot unconsciously.

Fuck, this guy is addicted.

……

In the evening, Fu's study.

Xie Mingzhou drank tea and flipped through the "Chronicle of Emperor Ming" in his hand. The battle in his dream was too real. Shen Shuxing's dead eyes made him still terrified, and made him subconsciously want to explore the whole story of this battle.

In his dream, he couldn't imagine that if he hadn't dragged his sick body to rescue Shen Shuxing, would Shen Shuxing really not have died in battle?

There is very little historical data on this battle, and there is no way to verify it. We can only look through the more detailed "Mingdi Chronicle".Although this book is mostly essays, Xie Mingzhou somehow feels kind.

"Do you still remember, which volume is the part that records the Battle of the Northern Liao Dynasty?" Xie Mingzhou asked as he searched for the few volumes that had been taken down.

"The last volume." Fu Chen said so.

"The memory is quite good." Xie Mingzhou opened the last volume of "Mingdi Chronicle" at the bottom, searched for a long time and finally found the words Beiliao in the catalogue.

He turned the page along, and the page was like historical materials, with only a few strokes, but there were a few more strokes.

"The battle in the Northern Liao Dynasty was extremely difficult, and Prime Minister Shen led the army to defend the city to the death."

He looked down.

"Prince Shen defended himself, his life was hanging by a thread, and he had to help each other with a sword, and then the reinforcements arrived, and the situation turned—"

Xie Mingzhou narrowed his eyes, and tapped his fingers on the page.

"What's wrong?" Fu Chengu asked him.

Xie Mingzhou stared at the records on the page in silence, his chest heaved slightly, and he touched his neck under the collar——

The jade pendant is gone.

The impact was too great, and Xie Mingzhou's mind went blank for a moment.

Isn't it a dream...

Everything happened very strangely.The last time he felt this strange feeling was the day when he was reborn from ancient times to modern times.

Fu Chengu didn't look at him for a moment, and didn't interrupt abruptly, but waited for him to recover a little bit.

Xie Mingzhou asked: "Boss Fu, there is still a record behind the Chronicle of Emperor Ming. Is there anything related to Prime Minister Shen after the Battle of the Northern Liao Dynasty?"

A trace of complexity flashed across Fu Chengu's eyes, he rubbed his temples, and pursed his lips: "Yes."

"Is... what?"

"After Prime Minister Shen resigned, he seemed to be interested in medicine, and it was mentioned that he devoted himself to the study of medicinal herbs." Fu Chengu recalled.

Xie Mingzhou's face changed slightly.

"Coincidentally, the author of this book also has a lot of research on medicinal herbs, and there are many medicinal materials recorded in the appendix." Fu Chen calmly analyzed, "Although there is no signature, the identity of this person has a great relationship with Shen Shuxing."

Xie Mingzhou frowned lightly.

As for the identity of the author of "Ming Emperor Chronicle", he actually became suspicious very early on.

He asked, "In the book, does the author remember anything else?"

"The author himself seems to have traveled all over the country, recording many customs and customs of the Ming Dynasty."

Xie Mingzhou looked at Fu Chengu's calm expression, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

There are still too many secrets hidden in Shen Shuxing. Unless Fu Chengu can remember something, the clues can only be revealed if he finds his grave first.

A week later.

Xie Mingzhou was strongly requested by Fu Chengu to take a half-month vacation to recuperate his body, but he couldn't stay at home at all, so he called Wen Tao to arrange the next itinerary.

"Brother Xie, it just so happens that the PANA headquarters is also urging." Wen Tao said, "Mr. Louis calls every day to check in. When will we have time to fly to France to finish the endorsement filming?"

"France? So far away?" Xie Mingzhou sat lazily on the sofa, propped his head and asked casually.

"After all, it is an endorsement at the international level." Wen Tao explained, the elegant gentleman Xie Mingzhou in the castle last time flashed in his mind, with a sexy French tone, and straightened his glasses.Not to mention that group of girls, he is almost a straight guy.

"Let's prepare in the next two days." Xie Mingzhou straightened up, faintly looking forward to it.He came to modern times, but he has never been abroad, unlike Fu Chengu who studied abroad in his early years, he was very curious.

"But Mr. Fu—" Didn't he ask you to take a vacation at home?Wen Tao didn't say the second half of the sentence.

"It's fine for me to talk to Mr. Fu." Xie Mingzhou said unhurriedly.

At the same moment, Fu's office.

Fu Chengu listened to Secretary Li and him report on the capital behind the Wang family. Last time he failed to go to City B in person, but sent Secretary Li to investigate.

"We found out that in addition to Wang's influence in the entertainment industry, Wang's gray industry chain, star factories, usury, trafficking, etc., are all behind this foreign businessman." Secretary Li said seriously, "Even There are also cultural relics sales."

Fu Chengu pursed his thin lips tightly and did not speak.After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "The last time I went to City B, what happened to the remnants of the Wang family?"

"The recent museum exhibition in city B, the trend...is unknown," Secretary Li said.

"Keep an eye on them." Fu Chengu's eyes were cold. To be able to invest in so many industries, this boss is definitely the same as Fu's, a major shareholder of leading companies.

"Yes." Secretary Li replied.

At this time, Secretary Li's phone rang.Secretary Li looked at the strange number on the phone and frowned.

"Mr. Fu is the boss of the exhibition."

Fu Chengu nodded, motioning for him to connect.

Secretary Li answered the phone, said a few words, his expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Fu Chengu.

"What happened?" Fu Chen asked calmly.

Secretary Li looked solemn: "Boss Fu...the Dongxiao of Shen Xiang exhibited in City B a few days ago was intercepted and is being sent abroad."

"Overseas?" Fu Chengu's eyes turned cold.

"The news from the exhibition is very likely to be sent to France."