The doctor said I can only eat soft rice

The door of the temple is closed.

Under the shadow of the majestic palace, Yan Jing was shrouded in a feeling of discomfort that was suppressed to the point of suffocation.

In the palace behind him is the emperor he is loyal to and the woman who is about to make a marriage contract with him.

Yan Jing held the handle of the Xiuchun knife again and again, and let go again and again.

In the end, Yan Jing grabbed the handle of the knife and turned around sharply, facing the gate of the palace.

"Commander!" Just as Yan Jing raised his hand, a loud shout came from behind him, it was his Jin Yiwei, Wei Chu.

Using lightness kung fu, Wei Chu leaped behind Yan Jing, and said quickly:

"Assassins sneaked into the palace, and several princes were assassinated!"

Yan Jing's expression froze, and he said:

"Wei Chu, you guys hunt down the assassins, and I will protect His Majesty."

"Yes!" Wei Chu led a group of Jin Yiwei to leave.

Yan Jing suddenly pushed open the palace door, strode in, and said loudly:

"Your Majesty, there are assassins sneaking into the palace, please..."

Yan Jing's voice stopped suddenly, and he smelled a very faint smell of blood.

He walked quickly into the inner hall, and suddenly lifted the bright yellow curtains. On the bed was the emperor staring in horror, but there was no singer.

Yan Jing breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, he quickly calmed down and reached out to check.

The emperor had lost his breath. He died after his heart was shattered by a person with high internal strength. Before he died, he couldn't even make a sound.

Either the assassin had already ambushed in the bedroom, and the attack was extremely fast, or... someone close to him made the attack.

The faint sound of water came from the Nine Dragon Pool in the side hall, where the emperor bathed.

Yan Jing's gaze changed slightly, he backed away from the dragon couch, and walked quickly towards the source of the sound.

A white hot fog filled the air, and a softly humming tune came out of the fog.

In the Nine Dragons Pool covered with petals, a beautiful figure with long hair hanging loose is sitting in it. The red dress is soaked in water, revealing the faint outline of the back.

Yan Jing slowed down his pace, his eyes fixed on the figure in the bath.

"You came……"

Mu Qianqiu turned her head and smiled faintly, the smile was less coquettish and more heroic.

He no longer concealed his gender, and a gentle and clear male voice came out of his throat:

"But you are late."

Yan Jing held the Xiuchun knife tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand protruded, "Who are you?"

"Didn't I tell you my name a long time ago?"

There was a bit of resentment in Mu Qianqiu's tone, as if he was complaining why the other party didn't remember his name.

Yan Jing remembered that conversation.

That day, he sent the dancer girl back to the song and dance troupe. Before leaving, he asked a little uncomfortable: "Girl, what's your name?"

The singer smiled and said slowly: "My name is Qianqiu, my lord must remember it."

以千秋为名的武功高手，普天之下仅一人。

The leader of the Demon Cult, Mu Qianqiu.

When Yan Jing heard that name, he didn't think about the leader of the Demon Cult at all. As we all know, the leader of the Demon Cult is a man.

Although there are rumors that the leader of the Demon Cult is the most beautiful man in the world, no matter how beautiful he is, he is still a man...

Mu Qianqiu stood up from the bath and turned around slowly.

The revealing red dress stuck to his body, outlining his strong figure and beautiful muscle lines.

Yan Jing's eyes were about to burst.

Mu Qianqiu walked up to the bank of the pool, stepped on the white jade slab with plain feet, and said:

"My surname is Mu Ming Qianqiu, Mu of Jingmu, Qianqiu of thousands of years, this time, the conductor will make you remember."

一队沉稳有力的脚步声响起，慕千秋拿起一旁的琵琶，叹道：“来得可真快。”

A group of royal guards broke into the inner hall.

Wei Chu, who was the leader, pulled out the Xiuchun knife, and while attacking Mu Qianqiu, he said loudly:

"Commander, be careful, he's not some diva, but the leader of the Demon Cult!"

Mu Qianqiu looked coldly at the person who came, and raised his hand to play with the silk string.

The sound waves with internal force vibrated, and the melodious music in the past became a life-threatening attack.

Before Jin Yiwei got close to Mu Qianqiu's body, he was blown away, and the sound of impact and weapons falling to the ground sounded one after another.

几下拨弦后，整个殿内，只剩慕千秋还站着。

Yan Jing and Wei Chu half-kneeled on the ground, while the other guards in Jin Yi lay on their stomachs or lying down.

Mu Qianqiu walked towards Wei Chu.

“你就是严景培养的接替者？还算不错，可惜不是我的对手，白费心思培养了。”

杀意已现。

严景猛地拔出绣春刀，朝慕千秋冲去。

Mu Qianqiu suddenly turned her head and plucked the silk string.

While Yan Jing was shocked by the sound, he kicked away the Xiuchun knife in his hand, stepped on Yan Jing's chest with his white toes, and stepped on the ground in an instant.

A trace of anger appeared on Mu Qianqiu's face, "Yan Jing, you have been with me these days, I have countless opportunities to kill you, but I didn't do it, do you know why?"

Yan Jing spat out a mouthful of blood from the side of his head, gasped with difficulty and asked, "Why?"

"Isn't it because you are afraid of revealing your identity and the failure of your plan?!" Wei Chu raised his knife and slashed at Mu Qianqiu.

"Noisy!"

Mu Qianqiu let out a low cry, and quickly plucked the silk strings, the sound waves carrying the majestic internal force vibrated away, and all the guards in Jinyi vomited blood and fell to the ground.

The most seriously injured was Yan Jing who was closest to Mu Qianqiu. He spat out a big mouthful of blood and almost passed out.

数滴血落到了慕千秋赤着的足背上。

Mu Qianqiu's hands paused, and a trace of annoyance flashed between his brows and eyes.

Behind him, Wei Chu, who fell to the ground, struggled for a moment, grabbed the Xiuchun knife that had fallen to the side again, and jumped up suddenly.

Mu Qianqiu's perception was extremely keen, and her fingertips instinctively stroked the silk string, but she couldn't move it down.

Yan Jing was too close to him, with this move, the opponent would die.

bass--

A knife slashed on Mu Qianqiu's right shoulder, and the blade easily tore through the gauze skirt, sinking into the flesh.

"hiss……"

Mu Qianqiu's hand resting on the silk string hangs down weakly.

At the same time, a fallen Jin Yiwei blew out a silver needle.

The silver needle sank into Mu Qianqiu's forehead.

when--

The sandalwood rosewood pipa fell to the ground.

Yan Jing's eyes widened, his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't say anything, only unstoppable blood spilled out.

Mu Qianqiu fell down and fell heavily beside Yan Jing.

Yan Jing struggled to get closer, and touched Mu Qianqiu's shoulder with his hand, which was stained with blood.

……

With the director's "click", Chi Ruanfan immediately opened his eyes, and embraced the trembling Jinzhu in front of him.

"It's okay, I'm just acting, now the filming is over." Chi Ruanfan said hurriedly.

Jin Zhu didn't respond, but hugged him stiffly, her eyes were out of focus, as if she couldn't perceive anything outside.

这一幕戏，是他们唯一没有预习排演的一幕。

因为在这一幕里，指挥使会饱受各种刺.激，情绪波动很大。

很可能对锦竹这种沉浸式表演的演员，造成无法挽回的伤害。

Director Chen Lin also took this into consideration and put this scene in the last shot.

"How is Jinzhu's situation?" Chen Lin approached quickly.

"It's not very good," Chi Ruanfan picked up Jin Zhu and said, "I'll take him out of here first and change the environment."

There are scenes from the play everywhere, and it is still Mu Qianqiu's "death scene", which is not conducive to Jin Zhu's play.

Chi Ruanfan carried Jin Zhu out of the set and put it into the car.

"Go back to the hotel." Chi Ruanfan said to the special assistant in the driver's seat.

"Okay." The special assistant looked ahead, started the car, and didn't look at the two people who were entangled behind.

Chi Ruanfan embraced Jinzhu, and responded to Jinzhu's kiss in the neon lights that reflected in the car from time to time.

After leaving the film crew, Jin Zhu's state became a little more normal, she stopped being unresponsive to the outside world, and started kissing him crazily.

Hmm... this state doesn't seem normal either.

When the car stopped, Chi Ruanfan held down Jinzhu, took off the black cloak behind him, put it on the opponent, and led him into the hotel.

"Bamboo, don't stick to me, I'm covered in water, your clothes are all exposed."

Chi Ruanfan was still wearing the gauze dress that came out of the bath. In this weather, the temperature of the water would dissipate, sticking to his body like ice cubes, freezing to the bone.

"I'll take a shower and change clothes first." Chi Ruanfan pulled Jin Zhu away and walked to the bathroom.

Before he could take a step, he was embraced by Jin Zhu, and a trembling kiss fell on his brow.

A hoarse voice sounded:

"We're married, we'll be married tonight."

"..."

Jinzhu obviously hasn't played yet.

But... After knowing that Mu Qianqiu is the leader of the Demon Cult, does he still want to marry Mu Qianqiu?

Chi Ruanfan recovered from his trance, he knew that if he wanted Jinzhu to play quickly, he must not talk about the topic of the play with the other party, so he said:

"Let go of me first, I'm too cold and will freeze you."

"Yeah, your body has no temperature..."

Jin Zhu lowered her eyes, kissed the corner of Chi Ruan Fan's mouth pitifully, and said:

"I'll take you to the ice room, where your body can be preserved for a long time."

Chi Ruanfan: "???"

Body?save?

在锦竹的眼里，他已经是一具尸体了吗？

Did Jin Zhu want to marry a corpse just now? ? ?

Thinking hard.

Chi Ruanfan hurriedly stopped his wandering thoughts and said:

"I'm going to take a hot bath, you... you can go too."

The brocade bamboo has been sticking to his body, and it is almost see through. In this weather, wearing thick clothes will definitely catch cold.

Moreover, he was worried about leaving Jin Zhu, who was not in the show, alone.

锦竹急道：“不能泡澡，热水会加速你的腐化。”

"..."

Chi Ruanfan fell silent, and forcibly took Jinzhu to the bathroom.

It was too cold, Chi Ruanfan was shivering from the cold, and couldn't exert much strength.

Well, in Jinzhu's mind, there is probably a "serious injury" setting, and Chi Ruanfan easily brought him in because he was weaker than him in resisting.

There is also a large bathtub in the bathroom of the hotel, but it is incomparable to the bathtub in the villa that Jin Zhu gave him.

It can only be done.

给浴缸放满水。

Chi Ruanfan quickly removed the flying fish suit from Jinzhu's body.

在全身冰冷、冻得发抖的情况下，迟阮凡根本没心思起什么想法，心如止水地将锦竹放进浴缸。

Afterwards, he quickly took off the cold red dress on his body and stepped into the bathtub.

Soaked in the warm water, Chi Ruanfan let out a long sigh of relief, feeling that he finally came back to life.

Chi Ruanfan was enjoying it when he suddenly felt the waves of the water, and a body was attached to him.

"If you have temperature, you won't be able to stay with me forever. We can only be a couple for one night..."

Jin Zhu's fingertips slid across Chi Ruanfan's shoulder, watching the red "plasma" spread in the water.

He raised his eyes, and there were dark emotions in his eyes, including distress, sadness, regret, and maybe something else.

Jinzhu said slowly:

"I know you are in pain, if you bear it any longer, it will only hurt for one night."

Chi Ruanfan was shocked.

What do one night couples do?What hurts this night?

What does Jinzhu want to do?

Jin Zhu lowered her head and gently kissed the "wound" on Chi Ruan Fan's shoulder.

忽地，他顿了住，微微蹙起眉。

Chi Ruanfan looked sideways and said helplessly:

"What kind of 'plasma' do you eat, red wine with coloring, very salty?"