[Comprehensive film and television] The daily life of the male god

When An Zixuan heard the news, she beat up Cui Zhimeng, the old master again.

"Hey Yigu, you know that all of this is pre-determined, why are you taking out your anger on me!" Cui Zhimeng rubbed his dislocated waist, and stared at An Zixuan who had vented his anger with dissatisfaction.

"Can't you vent your anger if you can't change the facts?" An Zixuan stared back at Cui Zhimeng unceremoniously, a kind and uneasy old stick!

"What are you talking about?" Wang Zhao, who went to the Ministry of Rites and was familiar with the process of praying for rain, came back and saw the two people staring at each other, secretly amused.

What Cui Zhimeng is best at is cheating him, but fortunately Zixuan protects him and beats Cui Zhimeng violently every time. Looking at An Zixuan with a protective expression on her face, Wang Zhao's face is expressionless, but his heart is as warm as ever. spring.

In the past, he was alone, no matter what happened, he had to bear it by himself, but now there is someone standing by his side, accompanying him to bear everything, allowing him to rely on something.

Let him finally remove the thorns all over his body in the dead of night, and enjoy the tenderness like a dream.

I hope this is not a dream.

"What are you thinking about?" An Zixuan sat opposite him for a long time, and seeing him out of her body again, she raised her hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"It's nothing." Wang Zhao regained his composure and smiled, "Didn't you go to the Beauty Tea House today?"

"No." An Zixuan shook her head: "Tomorrow is the Rain Prayer Festival, is the practice going well?"

"It's been going well so far." Wang Zhao took the tea handed over by An Zixuan: "I just hope that the gods will rain quickly, otherwise this year's harvest will be ruined."

"Aren't you worried about yourself?" An Zixuan asked after holding back for a long time, "What if tomorrow...people..."

"It's okay." Wang Zhao pushed aside the tea leaves on the surface and took a sip, then said with a smile, "Didn't you say, don't waste your life for other people's voices?"

There are more or less scars in everyone's life, which are the pain spots they are least willing to touch, so they escape, dodge, and curl up in their own world to heal their wounds, but instead the deep part of the scar festers and oozes pus.

Now Wang Zhao finally chooses to uncover his scars, expose himself to the sun, and face his heart directly.

So the thirteenth prince, who came for a walk to Zhanxingtai, will always remember the glimpse of that night, the willow leaves fluttering outside the window, the drizzle was hazy, the fourth brother and Miss Zixuan had a drink by the window, looked at each other and smiled, as if far away Elegant orchids in the empty valley, everything is forgotten, everything is quiet.

When Cui Zhimeng's bruises hadn't recovered, the Rain Prayer Festival was held again, but this time the priest was replaced by Wang Zhao.

Xie Shu accompanied An Zixuan anxiously waiting for the end of the Rain Prayer Festival at Zhanxingtai, but in less than half a day, Wang Zhao came back covered in mud.

An Zixuan rubbed her forehead with her hand, it was indeed so, the common people would never allow a prince who was unknown in their hearts to pray to God for rain, what was visible to the naked eye was only covered in mud, did not know that he was also treated at the scene What a curse and an insult.

"How could it be like this?" An Zixuan took off the sacrificial clothes for him distressedly, wiped off the mud on her face, and took a closer look, there was a huge wound under her bangs that had clotted into a blood clot.

"What's going on here?" An Zixuan gasped: "How could there be such a big wound! Show me!"

"It's nothing, it was hit by a stone." Wang Zhaofu let go of An Zixuan's hand, lowered his bangs to cover the slightly bleeding wound, and smiled lightly.

"It was hit by a stone!" The anger in An Zixuan's heart rose in an instant: "Who the hell dared to hit my fourth child, my mother was so reluctant to beat me, these people actually gave me blood! You wait , Are those people gone? I'll give them a machine gun right now!"

As he said, he rolled his arms and sleeves and was about to rush downstairs, but Wang Zhao grabbed his arm.

When Wang Zhaogang came back, he was indeed in a mixed mood from shame to anger.

Being treated as an unknown person|parade|walk|was shouted and beaten in the street, and finally broke out of the siege and returned to the palace to face those eyes full of sarcasm and pity. Rao was mentally prepared before, Wang Zhao I also feel aggrieved and unbearably angry.

What did he do wrong to bear such humiliation and face such a dark life?

Why do those who have never known him want to swear at him?

But luckily he still has Zixuan by his side, this woman who will stand by his side no matter what happens.

Wang Zhao stared at An Zixuan's eyes that were burning with anger, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Can I believe that even if everyone betrays me, you will stand behind me?

An Zixuan looked at Wang Zhao who was in a daze but could still smile.

This kid was beaten stupid?

Have a fever?Are you in a bad mood?

She was just about to raise her hand to see if she had a fever, but she saw this man bowed his head and poked his head over, followed by a chill on his forehead, which was so warm and refreshing.

Crazy, he must be crazy.

An Zixuan stared at the contented Wang Zhao, and then tilted her head in bewilderment. As she expected, Xie Shu was sitting upright at the table just now with a malicious smile on her face. While meeting her eyes, he even gave her a thumbs up!

After the appraisal, this baby is also crazy.

The appraisal belongs to the appraisal, An Zixuan still has something to ask for from this crazy woman.

In the past few days, these two people have been shut up in the beautiful tea house day and night, and even the fourth and eighth princes were kicked out when they came over. They didn't feel happy until the next rain festival came again, and the two of them were happily in the small black room. Come out and pull out Wang Zhao who is fully dressed and ready to be abused again.

"What are you doing?" Wang Zhao glanced at the bottles and cans on the table, and looked at the two smiling women with malicious faces, with a cool breeze swishing down his back.

"Take off the mask." An Zixuan was about to take off the mask on Wang Zhao's face, so scared that Wang Zhao turned over and almost fell off the chair.

"What are you running for?" An Zixuan carried the lone wolf back to the seat like a husky: "Hurry up, we don't have time."

"You have to tell me the reason." Wang Zhao shrank back into the chair, like a frightened little wolf dog shrunk to the corner of the wall. Seeing this great contrast, An Zixuan couldn't help laughing.

"Don't worry, can we still harm you?" An Zixuan couldn't help but snatched Wang Zhao's mask, and then seriously invited the number one make-up artist in Korea - Xie Shu.

After much deliberation, An Zixuan decided that this was the only way for Wang Zhao to take off his mask and be accepted by the world, not to mention that Wang Zhao himself was not bad, the only blemish was the scar on his face.

Isn't it because of this scar that father and mother don't hurt?Isn't it because of this scar that he was sent for proton?Isn't it because of this scar that thousands of people scolded and beat them in the street?

Just cover it up.

An Zixuan and Jie Shu hit it off right away, and immediately dug out the herbs that can be used in the Meichayuan, ground them and adjusted the juice. Finally, before the rain festival, the purely handmade concealer was freshly baked.

Wang Zhaoren Jieshu smeared his face, and from time to time glanced nervously at An Zixuan who was working as a staff officer.

"Should the color be lighter here, the outline is still very clear..."

"It seems to be a bit thick, won't it look unnatural..."

"Do you need to put on another layer of foundation to set the makeup? What if the sweat flows down and gets blurred..."

"An Zixuan, you are enough!" Xie Shu, who was tortured to the point of going berserk, finally went into a rage: "You put 1 hearts, I will definitely! Definitely! Absolutely! Let none of them see the existence of this scar, so you ! Shut your mouth!"

"Okay okay..."

With a smile, An Zixuan handed Jie Shu a cup of tea, made a gesture of sealing her mouth tightly and said firmly: "You go on, you go on, I promise not to interrupt."

"But you can still see something here..."

Xie Shu resisted the urge to beat An Zixuan violently, and finally completed this arduous task.

She swore that she would never want to put makeup on the fourth prince again in her whole life, instead of being frightened to death by the fourth prince, she would be tortured to death by An Zixuan first.

An Zixuan hurried back to Zhan Xing Terrace with good words and good words to send away the angry Xie Shu, and held Wang Zhao's face carefully while sighing: "If you look closely, you can still see the outline, but this It’s great to be able to do that under these conditions.”

"When...when..."

There was the sound of a bell ringing outside the window, and An Zixuan hurriedly put down her hands to grab the robe that Wang Zhao put aside, but was hugged by Wang Zhao.

"Thank you..." An Zixuan heard Wang Zhao murmur in her ear: "Thank you for getting up early every day and making breakfast for me...Thank you for facing people like me calmly...Thank you for helping me take off the mask."

"This cold mask, I thought I'd stuck it on my face for the rest of my life, and I couldn't take it off again."

An Zixuan smiled and rubbed his hair: "What's the matter now, the Rain Prayer Festival is about to start, don't you hurry up? Your third brother is staring at that position all day long."

"Go now." Wang Zhao took the robe handed over by An Zixuan and put it on. He just took a step and then turned back. An Zixuan, who thought he had left something behind, rushed to meet him, but was trapped by him again. She bent down, and a kiss landed on the center of her forehead.

An Zixuan raised her hand to caress between her eyebrows, looking at Wang Zhao who left with a smile on her face, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

The fourth king of Goryeo - Guangzong.

Now is the beginning of your life.

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