How to fall in love with each other in the script

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Book Title: [Quick Transmigration] On How to Love Each Other in the Script

Author: Feng Sheng Yusheng

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When it was time to take back the trophy representing the highest honor in the entertainment industry, Fu Jun realized that the organizer had made a mistake in the name.The other party's name was Fu Jun, not Fu Jun.The trophy just flew away, and Fu Jun expressed his depression.But if you think he's going to just give up like that...hhh, you're so naive.

It is said that as long as the hero and heroine HE are achieved, the male supporting role will be the perfect ending. As the male supporting role, Fu Jun has a well-thought-out plan.Very good, let's move towards the perfect ending!But...huh?Master, what are you doing?Hey, come back to me about the runaway plot...

Fu Junyu: No matter what the actor's development plan is, let me come here, I am the man who wants to become an actor.

This is the journey of a second-rate youth who is usually funny and cute once he enters the show and immediately becomes smart.

In fact, this article can also be called:

#The War of Two Film Kings#

#The Romance of the Male Lead and the Supporting Male#

◇This article: Joyful √ Goofy √ Serious √ G-spot √ Brain Hole √ Fine Score √ Morality × Logic × Preservation ×

◇Attack and Shou: Unconscious fine division vs conscious fine division

Content tags: fast travel system fantasy space

Search keywords: Protagonist: Fu Jun┃Supporting role: Fu Jun┃Others: script, fast travel

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☆、Script [-] ([-])

[The script is being read, beep—the reading is successful. ]

A cold metallic sound sounded in the small room, and Fu Jun casually flipped through the thin script, looking at ten lines at a glance.Soon, Fu Jun closed the script, closed his eyes and went through the plot in his mind, then threw the script aside casually, stood up and stretched his arms to do stretching exercises.

Huh, isn't it just a role-playing game?Twisting his neck, Fu Jun was doing radio exercises but his face was expressionless.

That's right, this Fu Jun is not that Fu Jun, but in the final analysis, he is still a well-known second-tier artist - in the singing circle.In fact, Fu Junzhu is attacking the entertainment industry, and occasionally guest singers shout a few times.Not to mention, with a good voice, even a slight pentatonic insufficiency is negligible under the influence of the later stage. Of course, the more important thing is that Fu Jun has a good face.

There is a saying: whatever a handsome guy does is right.After releasing a few singles sporadically, Fu Jun accidentally won the hearts of many young girls, and they generally have a common characteristic, commonly known as face control.Regarding this, Fu Jun only raised his chin silently in his heart.

In this superficial world, mortals cannot appreciate our natural sounds.

In fact, for Fu Jun, he prefers and cares more about acting, but with the help of his company or agent, he has cooperated with various directors, big and small, and played countless roles, but Fu Jun has never been popular. , even if the current showbiz is starving except for a few great gods, Fu Jun is still a drop in the ocean, small and without a sense of existence.

It's not that Fu Jun's acting skills are not good, on the contrary, Fu Jun's acting skills are as handsome and sharp as his people. Every time he is filming, the screenwriter and director are all optimistic about him. He is the next superstar, but every time a TV or movie is released, Fu Jun is always the one who is ignored, there is no topic, no discussion, no one knows why, even Fu Jun himself is very depressed.

Is he cursed? ←_← This is a sentence Fu Jun used to laugh at himself, but now, Fu Jun really feels that he is the emperor of truth.

The Chrysanthemum Gold Cup Award is the highest award in the entertainment industry, and any actor will take home this trophy as an honor.

That day, Fu Jun had just participated in the filming of a big-budget film, and Fu Jun was notified of being nominated for the Chrysanthemum Gold Cup Award. It is conceivable that excitement is inevitable.Then on the day of the award ceremony, Fu Jun attended with anticipation. When the trophy winner was announced, Fu Jun even suspected that he had heard it wrong.

The host's name is Fu Jun... God, I'm not dreaming.

All the way to the podium with excitement and joy.Of course, the appearance of the aura must be full, with a calm smile and steady steps.However, at the moment when he was about to receive the trophy, the host told him that their name was Fu Jun, not Fu Jun.

Is there a bolt from the blue? !

Stiff, sluggish.After regaining his senses, Fu Jun walked off the stage with a paralyzed face, and passed by Fu Jun.

Fu Jun and Fu Jun are really good names. The nominated film is still the one that the two collaborated on. The only difference is that Fu Jun is a master and a leading actor, while Fu Jun is just a small star and supporting actor.Ah, no wonder he made a mistake, Fu Jun sighed in his heart.

No, it's all the sponsor's fault.Fu Jun, who was calm on the surface and embarrassed inside, returned to his seat and changed his words silently.

The next step is the emergence of a system that claims to be '30 years dedicated to cultivating movie stars'.What really impresses Fu Jun is not becoming the best actor, but that he will definitely win the Chrysanthemum Gold Cup Award, the system guarantees integrity, and it is absolutely perfect.

So Fu Jun said, "Okay."

In a trance, Fu Jun withdrew his wandering eyes, shook off a lot of things in his mind, swung his arms, twisted his waist, and muttered something.

Three laps to the left, three laps to the right, twisting the neck, twisting the buttocks... There is no sense of disobedience in the serious look.Finally, Fu Jun stretched his waist and ended this series of exercises.Then slightly raised his head and nodded in the void.

[Are you sure to enter the script? ]

Yes.

There was a flash of "swish", and there was no one in the room.

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The carved railings are built with jade, and the painted buildings are flying.

Open your eyes, the antique decorations come into view, and the tip of the nose is still lingering with a touch of incense, fresh and elegant.The waist-length black hair spread out and covered the bed, almost blending with the black bedding, and also made the fair skin more radiant.

The pitch-black eyes blinked, and it took almost an instant from confusion to clarity.Slightly frowning, his exquisite facial features suddenly revealed a distressing melancholy and loneliness, making one wish to heal all the injustices between his brows immediately.It's a pity that in the next second, such beauty was completely destroyed.

Wrapped in the quilt, Fu Jun rolled all the way from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and then from the end of the bed to the head of the bed. The well-dressed underwear suddenly fell apart, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin.

This script is a typical time-traveling female strong type.Once the originally cowardly Third Miss Murong was transmigrated, she blossomed into a peerless beauty, attracting countless young talents to compete for her waist, and from then on, she was at ease in the world.

And as a supporting role, as long as he achieves the perfect ending—the male and female protagonist HE, the male supporting role dies, a script will end, and the so-called system will also generate rewards or points according to the degree of completion to achieve his original goal, yes , is the trophy.

Although there is such a goal to complete, it is actually not difficult as long as you follow the script.In other words, as long as you play your role well and maintain the plot well, you can achieve a perfect ending. The premise is that there are no accidents. Of course, Fu Jun said that he will not let accidents happen.

The system will automatically generate all the external abilities and skills of the character, such as the internal strength of ancient martial arts, the manipulation of warships in the future world, etc., that is to say, he only needs to play.However, for Fu Jun, it's just getting into the drama, so what's the difficulty?

[Are you sure to officially open the scene? ]

The cold system sounded.Fu Jun closed his eyes slightly, and silently said in his heart: "Confirm." The imprisoned space flowed instantly, and when he opened his eyes again, Fu Jun was still Fu Jun, but he was also the master of Sanssouci Palace.

The soft and smooth black hair hangs behind her, forming a beautiful arc with every move of its owner.Fu Jun's long and curly eyelashes drooped slightly, covering a shadow, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes.

"Come here." A faint and cold voice sounded in this huge bedroom.As soon as the words were finished, a man in a black suit suddenly appeared three feet in front of the bed. He knelt on one knee and lowered his head, "The subordinate is here." His voice was calm and calm.

"Changing clothes." A pair of black eyes were darker than the night, Fu Jun stood up and naturally raised his arms to wait for the service.

"Yes." The man skillfully stepped forward to take the clothes that had been prepared on the side, and put them on for their master.A strict eye, not exceeding the slightest, only the eyes that are as calm as stagnant water will ripple at certain times.

It is well known that the palace lord does not like women to be close to him, so such personal matters are generally replaced by the hidden guards, and there is no doubt that they are the closest people to the palace lord.

His gaze swept over the person who was very close to him, and the tip of his nose was surrounded by a faint fragrance. The dark guard lowered his head, his hands moved gently and neatly, and the obsession flashed across his eyes, which no one saw.

Gently brushing the front of the shirt with your fingers, the crescent-colored robe is exquisite and gorgeous, but it can't hide the man's elegance at all.A head of black hair was tied into a simple bun under the hands of the dark guard, and more casually scattered down, only a white jade hairpin was inserted in vain.

Fu Jun put his eyes on the table in the outer room. On the table were orderly but numerous official documents. Undoubtedly, as the master of Sanssouci Palace, he needed to deal with these.In the face of these, even Fu Jun felt a sense of powerlessness in his forehead. He really didn't like work, especially the work of dealing with a lot of written content.

Rubbing the forehead without any trace, Fu Jun turned around decisively, he didn't know what it was.Glancing at the dark guard, Fu Jun said coldly: "Get ready and leave the palace."

"Yes." The dark guard bowed and disappeared in a flash.

Linyang City.

The young lady of aristocratic families in fine clothes, the peddler civilians in coarse clothes, the sound of hawking, bargaining, and laughter, draw and weave a picture of various life styles, which is also the prosperity of living and working in peace and contentment.

Suddenly, all the noise returned to silence, and soon, there were endless exclamations and praises.Many women who had just begun to fall in love blushed with embarrassment, but looked at that place without blinking, secretly excited.But he couldn't help but push and fight with the little sisters around him, and at the same time watched, hesitant to speak, hoping to attract that person's attention.In addition, many men can't help but stop their pace. In this open country, they admire, admire, and love openly.

"He is a son of the dust, and he is worthy of being the first of the top ten sons. He is really handsome."

"Young Master Chuchen is still the Mistress of the Palace of Sanssouci, ah, I really want to be the Mistress of the Mistress."

"Stop dreaming, can a man who is born out of the world have a crush on you?"

"Why is it impossible? Do you think that Mr. Dust is a person who pays attention to his skin?"

"Then why don't you try..."

Several pretty girls watched from a distance, arguing endlessly.

The lord of the Palace of Sanssouci, known by people in the world as the son of dust.Not only is his martial arts superb, but his person is as clear as a name, like a banished immortal.I once heard that Meng Fu, the number one oiran of Furong Pavilion, fell in love with him, but Luo Hua was intentional and ruthless, and he was notoriously unfeminine, and he broke the hearts of many women.

"Just go." A woman in a yellow shirt was provoked by her companions, and immediately ran out angrily. This young man is not the kind of superficial person who only looks at the skin.However, before he ran to the front, those pitch-black eyes suddenly swept over, and the woman in the yellow shirt froze in place, her face was pale and shivered, it was so cold.

A few women on the side walked over with light steps, and made fun of the woman in the yellow shirt, "Why don't you go? Or are you finally a little bit self-aware?"

The woman in the yellow shirt turned her head stiffly, and said with a dry smile: "Master Chuchen, let me wait for ordinary people to watch from a distance." Don't dare, dare not go over.

"Indeed, you can only watch from a distance and not profane." A woman in green sighed and echoed.

"Palace Master?" the dark guard asked softly behind Fu Jun.

Looking away, Fu Jun shook his head, "It's nothing." After saying that, he took a step forward, while the others subconsciously backed away, revealing a wide road.

[Beep - found the target task. ]

The metallic sound of the system sounded. This is the most prosperous restaurant in Linyang City. He raised his head subconsciously. There was a pair of scarlet eyes in the elegant seat by the window on the second floor.

Footsteps paused slightly, black and red intertwined, after a while, Fu Jun looked away.

King Yan of Linyang Kingdom, Yuji.He went to the battlefield at the age of eight, led troops to fight the first battle at the age of 12, and returned triumphantly at the age of 16, ending the eight-year war at the same time. There are two out of twenty, and he is already a well-known iron-blooded prince in the four countries.And more importantly, he is the hero in this script.

Lowering his eyes and meditating slightly, Fu Jun turned around and walked into the restaurant.

The author has something to say: Xinkeng, remember to keep a nest~~

☆、Script [-] ([-])

"Please, guest officer." The waiter in the restaurant stepped forward, tossing a towel, and smiled even more flatteringly when he saw the other party's clothes.

"Is there a private seat on the second floor?" The guard who went out to act as a bodyguard asked.

"Yes, yes, guest officer, please." Xiao Er hurriedly turned sideways to lead the way, smiling and enthusiastically introducing everything in the restaurant.Fu Jun pursed his lips and did not speak, and Xi Jing, the Mistress of Sanssouci Palace, was also well known.The dark guard glanced at Xiao Er knowingly, and the aura exuding from his body made Xiao Er, who was just an ordinary person, shut up immediately, and took them to their seats with a dry smile, and said, "Guest officer, please wait a minute" after ordering food. Then he walked downstairs quickly.He secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and exhaled, these two guests are not ordinary people, they are really Alexander.

The man in white is sitting in the elegant seat, holding a purple sand cup, which is still steaming.The wide sleeves slipped slightly due to the movement of the master raising his hand, revealing the slender and white wrists.Bow your head and sniff lightly, the fragrance of tea does not enter the tip of your nose, it is good tea.

The slightly closed eyelids opened, and Fu Jun slowly put down the teacup, but he didn't drink it.The originally quiet second floor became even more silent because of the man's movements. The secret guard dutifully stood behind Fu Jun, and gave murderous eyes to the other people who were about to move. He turned his head and took a sneak peek.

Fu Jun didn't pay attention to these gazes, and focused on the teacup in front of him, as if he couldn't hold anything else in his eyes.Suddenly, a strong killing intent caused Fu Jun to slowly raise his head, and finally met the man who had been looking at him all this time.

One was dressed in white clothes, and the other was dressed in a red dress with a smile on the corner of his mouth. His black eyes were intertwined with scarlet, which made everyone present feel that something was wrong almost instantly, and couldn't help but take a breath.

Fu Jun's eyes flickered.The script he got only introduced the main plot and the background of the characters, but he didn't expect that the famous iron-blooded prince of the Four Kingdoms turned out to be a monstrous type. He thought it would be the cruel and hostile type in most novels.

Thoughts were flying in his heart, but nothing was shown on his face, so everyone only saw the expressionless face of Mr. Chuchen, and their Yan Wang of Linyang seemed to be smiling but not smiling, but the atmosphere of blending between the two made it impossible for anyone to intervene.

But I saw the man in red leaning on the window screen beside him playing with the cup. The dark cup made his hands look like white jade, which was extraordinarily slender and beautiful.The long and narrow phoenix eyes were raised slightly upwards, as if there was a flash of red light, matched with the smile on the corner of his mouth, it suddenly showed a kind of careless laziness, but it was also noble and inviolable.

Yu Ji raised his glass to Fu Jun, as if he was saying hello, and it turned out that he was indeed saying hello, "Master of Sanssouci Palace." The corner of his smiling mouth made his words seem to be smiling, and his magnetic voice could almost Instantly fascinated.

"King Yan." Fu Jun also raised his glass, reciprocating courtesy.He was right about the killing intent just now, it was indeed emanating from this man, but why?Then after thinking about it, Fu Jun understood.

The Palace of Sanssouci has always been the imperial court's intention to eradicate it, but due to some reasons it has not been able to succeed, and now that he, the Palace Master of the Sanssouci Palace, is here, as a member of the imperial court, Yu Ji's killing intent is understandable.

It's just that we have to see if we have the ability!There was a trace of coldness in Fu Jun's eyes.

Looking away, the long eyelashes trembled slightly. No one saw the icy coldness. Only the dark guard seemed to have noticed something. He grasped the saber tightly and looked at the man in red with murderous intent in his eyes.Anyone who dares to offend the palace lord will be killed!

"bluestone."

The two faint words made the dark guard restrain his momentum in an instant, and lowered his head respectfully, "Yes." He originally had no name, only a code name. He was An Yi, the leader of the dark guard.As for Qingshi, he was given the name after the palace lord, and Hongyu was also given the name, but he was very fortunate that he was the one who followed the palace lord.

The scrutinizing eyes were so bright and unscrupulous, Yu Ji held the cup to his lips to cover the curve.The slightly raised eyebrows brought a hint of ambiguity.

I have heard for a long time that the first son of the Four Kingdoms, Shenlong, sees his head but never ends, but he did not expect to meet him today. Should it be his (Yuji) luck or his (Fu Jun) misfortune?He remembered that Uncle Huang had wanted to eradicate the forces of Sansou Palace for a long time.A smoldering anger flashed across the scarlet eyes, and it disappeared in an instant.

But what does this have to do with him?Putting down the teacup, the tea in the cup has not moved at all.

Everyone looked at the two people who were equally magnificent, amazed and admiring them. For a while, there were a lot of whispers about the two people on the second floor. The smile is not a smile, making it impossible to see what he is thinking.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the restaurant, and there was a woman's sharp voice, and the source was the stairs leading to the private seats on the second floor.

Fu Jun's eyes lit up suddenly, and he couldn't help leaning slightly.If he remembers correctly, this is the first time the heroine and the heroine in the main plot meet. It is the scene where Miss Murong, who has been time-traveled, is picked on by other cannon fodder women in a restaurant and fights back against them.

But Fu Jun didn't expect that it was his abnormal behavior that made Yu Ji, who had been paying attention to him, not interested in the following farce at first, but now he became a little interested. It was just his original intention, but he had already changed.He was very curious about what could make the Mistress of Sanssouci Palace, who was indifferent to everything, to have such a reaction.

"Hey, isn't this our good-for-nothing third lady? You actually come here to eat too." A woman in purple looked at the indifferent woman in front of her with disdain, and her beautiful face with delicate makeup was distorted by jealousy. This bitch, It turned out to be so outstanding.

"Hehe, isn't that right, Sister Jingwu, Miss Murong is no longer what she used to be. I heard that she even beat up the eldest son of the Shangshu Mansion a few days ago." A woman in a peach pink dress echoed with a smile. , covering his lips and nose lightly with his hands, revealing eyes full of malice.

No one in Linyang Kingdom knows that the eldest son of Shangshu's Mansion is the favorite of Sima Jingwu, the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Sima Jingwu is even more vicious and ruthless, and everyone she hates will either die or be injured.

Sure enough, the woman in purple became even more angry when she heard about it. She flicked her wrist, and a red whip crackled, "Well, Murong Wan'er, see if I won't beat you to death today."

"Sister Jingwu and so on." The woman in the peach pink dress said.

"What's the matter?" the woman in purple asked in surprise.

I saw the woman bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "People are not saints, so there is no fault. Sister Jingwu, we can't make people think that we are bullying, right? Today, as long as Third Miss Murong can kneel here Three rings, and if we apologize in public, we can let the past go."

Sima Jingwu frowned and pondered for a moment, then seemed to have figured something out, raised her head and said proudly: "Hmph, since sister Xuan said so. Murong Waner, you heard me, as long as you kowtow to apologize, I will forgive you this time." about you."

"Enough?" A cold voice rang out.

Sima Jingwu, who was waiting for the woman in front of her to beg for mercy, couldn't believe it, her eyes widened, "What did you say?"

"I said you've said enough?" The woman in white glanced at them lightly, then walked upstairs without squinting, "Since you've said enough, get the hell out of here."

As soon as the woman's voice fell, there were bursts of gasps. Is this woman crazy?How dare you speak like that.

Unbelievable followed by great rage.Turning around abruptly and looking at the white figure who kept walking, Sima Jingwu sternly said, "You don't have to drink a toast." After saying that, the red whip hit Murong Wan'er as if it had life, and even sent out There was a sharp piercing sound.

Everyone in the restaurant couldn't help but hide their faces, they couldn't bear to see the miserable condition of the woman in white.Fu Jun watched but was not worried. Knowing the plot, he should be worried about the two women now, and even if something happened to the female lead, there would be a male lead.Glancing at Yuji who seemed to be in high spirits, Fu Jun looked away, quite relieved.Little did he know that after he looked away, there was a coldness in those red eyes.

"Master Chuchen doesn't seem to be worried at all." Yu Ji said lazily.

Fu Jun didn't turn his head, "Why worry?"

Yuji paused for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Haha, well said." His voice sank suddenly, "There is really no need to worry." Then he changed the subject, "Who do you think will win?" At this time , the stairway has already played against each other.

"Murong." Fu Jun didn't even think about it.

"Young Master Chuchen is sure." Yu Ji raised his eyebrows.

"Naturally." How could the heroine lose?

After getting the answer, Yu Ji didn't speak, and Fu Jun didn't speak again.The farce downstairs is coming to an end. The women in purple clothes and peach pink skirts who were provocative at the beginning have been beaten and lay on the ground humming. Suddenly, I saw that white figure suddenly fall down the stairs, bringing Her dress was fluttering, her pale face was devoid of focus, and there was a distressing weakness.

Fu Jun naturally knew that if she was the heroine in the past, this would not pose a threat to her at all, but now she suddenly has a hidden illness, and there is no way to save herself, that is to say, if no one saves her, she will fall down the stairs from the cliff.But it doesn't matter, there is also the male lead.Fu Jun is still very relieved.

But soon, Fu Jun was not calm.He suddenly turned his head to look at Yu Ji who was still lazily leaning on the window hinge, wait, what are you still doing, male lead?It's time for you to play, hero save the beauty!

Yu Ji seemed to have sensed it, and turned his head to Fu Jun and smiled.

Laughing peat!

Fu Jun said that he really wanted to swear.Seeing that the heroine was about to fall to the ground, without time to think more, Fu Jun jumped up from his seat, took up the corner of his clothes and flew around, grabbed the waist of the heroine with light work, and landed firmly on the second floor with his toes lightly. building.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and everyone dropped their jaws.Did they read correctly, the unfeminine young man took the initiative to save that good-for-nothing girl?The women in the restaurant couldn't help twisting their handkerchiefs and looked at the woman in the arms of Mr. Chuchen with envy, and really wanted to replace it with their own bodies, blah blah~~

Seeing this scene, Yu Jiwu tightly clenched the cup in his hand and narrowed his eyes.The same white clothes and the same black hair gave him the illusion that the two were an incomparable match.

After saving the man, Fu Jun let go of his hands and took a few steps back, letting the heroine fall to the ground.Although his face was expressionless, his heart was definitely not happy.Pursing her lips, what's wrong with the plot?

Without looking at anyone, Fu Jun flicked his sleeves, "Let's go." Turning around and leaving, Qingshi followed.

Fu Jun's action made many people breathe a sigh of relief.They just said, how could the dusty young man fall in love with that good-for-nothing girl? Although she looks different now, she's still good-for-nothing, isn't she?

Yu Ji glanced at the lonely heroine on the ground, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his mood seemed to get better all of a sudden.Standing up, Yu Ji walked past the heroine without looking sideways, and left.

However, the heroine who was supposed to wake up after being rescued hadn't woken up yet, lying on the ground rather embarrassed, and finally was sent back to the Murong Mansion under the arrangement of the shopkeeper of the restaurant.

The author has something to say:

☆、Script [-] ([-])

Back in the Sanssouci Palace, Fu Jun sat at the desk and dealt with the affairs of the palace while his mind wandered.In his mind, the plot settings in the script flashed one after another. Fu Jun recalled it carefully. He was sure that he did not do anything that would cause the plot to change course. So why is there such a big deviation?

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't find the answer. In the end, Fu Jun attributed it to the undeterminability of people. Although he has a script, there are still some things that cannot be grasped, such as: human heart.Such a conclusion also made Fu Jun realize one thing, that is, the so-called maintaining a good plot is actually not that simple.

fall!Is it not difficult to follow the script as agreed before?The premise is that you have to follow the script.

Fu Jun stroked his forehead unconsciously, the villain in his heart was rolling and spitting, biting the handkerchief and groaning, he was cheated of his feelings, his head hurts, please comfort QAQ!Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, their palace lord is still so expressionless and unattainable, except for stroking his forehead with one hand, but obviously, this does not affect the tall image of the palace lord in their hearts. Let them feel that their palace master's every move is so chic and charming.

To put it bluntly, the entire Sanssouci Palace is the brainless fan of the Mistress of Sanssouci Palace.

Fu Jun finally sighed melancholy in his heart. He decided that in order to ensure that the master of the plot would not go abroad, he must not take the initiative to contact the solo heroine, even for the plot.Who knows if the heroine will abandon the heroine and fall into his arms in this world, you know, the young man is also very attractive.

I, I didn't praise myself! O(*////▽////*)q

cough cough.Clenching his fist and coughing twice on his lips, Fu Jun stood up, waved away Qingshi's concern about whether you feel unwell, the Palace Mistress, and thought of another major plot in a few days - the Hundred Flowers Festival.In this way, the heroine will shine brightly, amaze the world, and have further contact with the hero. This event is also the cornerstone of the heroine's complete turnaround.Fu Jun said, let's see how he can turn the tide and pull (tui) the plot master (yue) back (yue) to (yuan).

The Hundred Flowers Festival, as the name suggests, is a banquet where hundreds of flowers compete for splendor.In order to prepare for the banquet, the princes and ladies of various families all prepared the most exquisite costumes and the most dazzling accessories, and as the largest clothing store in the capital with the most embroidered women, Jinxiu Pavilion can be said to have made a lot of money.

Flipping through the ledger in his hand, a series of numbers came into view. After a while, Fu Jun closed the ledger, with a satisfied expression in his eyes, "That's right." With the skills of a young master, he naturally knows such a turnover. How impressive.

"Subordinates will continue to work hard." Finally, when he got the answer, the middle-aged man dressed as Mr. Yi accountant bowed his body and couldn't help showing a smile. These days, because of the Hundred Flowers Fair, Jinxiu Pavilion can be said to be making a fortune every day.

"Go down and get the reward yourself."

"Thank you Palace Master, this subordinate will leave."

After the shopkeeper retreated, Fu Jun turned around, dressed in white clothes to make his figure taller and slender, his waterfall-like black hair swaying gracefully, "When will the Hundred Flowers Festival start?" His voice was cold and magnetic.

"Palace Master, it's time." Qingshi said with a paralyzed face, looking at his nose and heart.

Is it time?Time to go too.

Fu Jun waved his hand, "Leave the palace."

"Yes."

The Hundred Flowers Festival is an annual grand event in Linyang Kingdom. In addition to the ladies who have not left the cabinet, there are many young talents participating in the event, including princes, nobles and royal families.Here, all the rich ladies can show off their talents. They compete in poetry, painting, piano, chess, and dance. Princess Baihua, at the same time get the prize provided by the royal family.

Judging from previous years, every prize can make women all over the world crazy.In fact, what moved the ladies even more was the princes and grandsons who came to the event. On that day, it can be said that the young talents of the entire Linyang Kingdom gathered here, so they all tried their best to show off their talents. By myself, I hope to attract the attention of the person I like.

In the pear orchard, the Yingying Yanyans who arrived early are all dressed up, with exquisite makeup, enchanting or pure, petite or heroic, really like a hundred flowers.Their beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and they hesitated to speak. From time to time, they looked at the princes and grandchildren on the other side, laughing and playing around in twos and threes.

"King Yan and King Li are here!" The sudden sharp voice made the whole Liyuan quiet, followed by the sound of admiration and admiration.The girls couldn't help but blush, Yan Wang, who had never been present before, unexpectedly came!She's so handsome and chic, if she can be married as a concubine... the women couldn't help but move closer.

Yan Wang Yuji and Li Wang walked into the garden together, dressed in red clothes still as enchanting as fire.There was a smile that seemed to be not a smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes quickly swept across the garden, but did not stop at the well-dressed women.

He didn't see the whiteness in his memory, and his scarlet eyes sank.Did you not come?He still had that monstrous appearance, but it made Li Wang beside him tremble all over.

He touched his arm and muttered to himself, what happened to Seventh Brother?Glancing at the man who seemed to be looking for something, Li Wang's eyes suddenly lit up.Brother Seven, who had never attended the Hundred Flowers Club, would take the initiative to participate this time, which surprised him when he found out this morning, and Brother Seven was so abnormal, could it be because of someone?

Thinking about it this way, the soul of gossip blazed instantly, Li Wang Yuzi showed a cheap smile, and poked Yuji's arm, "Seventh brother, are you looking for someone?"

"Huh?" Yuji turned around with a smile and elongated his voice.

This expression made Yu Zi, who was familiar with Yu Ji's character, startled, and immediately shook his head, "No, it's nothing, Seventh Brother, you pretend I didn't ask anything."

"Hmph." A soft hum made Yu Zi's heart tremble again, and he also breathed a sigh of relief.Wiping away the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, Yuzi had a mournful face.Seventh brother's gossip is hard to inquire about, but I'm still curious about how to break it (⊙o⊙)?

Reluctantly, she took the seat that had been arranged, and the next moment, Yu Zi almost suspected that she had heard it wrong.Seventh Brother is actually asking me this question!

"Will the Mistress of Sanssouci Palace come?" He had to admit that he was curious about that person.Even though he looks like that, he can always break everything in the next second. For example, he suddenly rescued the woman when he was not close to women. The world rumored that he was extremely cold and cold, but he found that in the restaurant that day, he had more He was in a daze, or in a daze, and what made him even more concerned was that he actually thought he was cute like that.

Yu Zi, who was immersed in shock, had a ghostly expression on his face, and said subconsciously: "How could he come, he is a person who has never attended the Hundred Flowers Festival like you, Seventh Brother, no, today Seventh Brother, you are here, say Maybe the Mistress of Sanssouci Palace will come too." After speaking, she nodded in affirmation.

"Really?" A murmur that seemed to be talking to herself brought Yu Zi back to her senses, but she didn't dare to ask when she looked at Yu Ji's face.Although Seventh Brother looked the same as usual, but for some reason he was a little scared and hurried away.

"Look, it turned out to be King Yan. I don't know which woman is so lucky to be photographed by King Yan."

"I heard that Murong Liuli, the eldest lady of General Murong's residence, has a crush on King Yan."

"Really? Murong Liuli is the most beautiful woman in the Linyang Kingdom, and she is a beautiful woman."

……

The deep inner strength allowed him to hear the movement around him clearly, Yu Ji squinted his eyes, and the lingering breath around him made Yu Zi who was sitting beside him shrink back.

Hey, Brother Qi is so scared, who will save me?

Suddenly, the aura on Yuji's body paused, a smile that made the world pale for him appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were burning.coming.

There was another silence in the garden, and everyone gasped. "Heaven, it turned out to be a son of dust!"

The white clothes are like snow, and the ink hair is flying.I saw the visitor with sword eyebrows drawn into the temples, eyes like cold stars, beautiful lips slightly pursed, obviously expressionless, but more like a detached indifference and calm, the whole person looked elegant and refined, not like ordinary people.

Fu Jun saw the red figure at the first sight, and the only one who caught the eye was the male protagonist.After a pause, Fu Jun looked away to look for the heroine.

Yu Ji frowned, and his smile became more and more dangerous. Who is he looking for?

"Come here." A lazy and magnetic shout successfully brought everyone's attention back to him, and Yu Ji looked at Fu Jun unabashedly, "Add a seat next to this king, Mr. Duchen, please."

Fu Jun's footsteps paused slightly, he couldn't figure out the intention of the hero, but this did not hinder his purpose.Without further hesitation, Fu Jun walked over slowly, nodded to Yu Ji, "King Yan." Then he sat down.

Yuji smiled incomparably brightly, but the poor