My Husband Has A Lot Of Money And Doesn't Like To Go Home

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

    Jiang Qian could never know what Shi Yizhou, whose brain hole was so big, was thinking, and he didn't want to know.

    After an extremely busy night, Xu Ziyi called her early the next morning and asked Zhang Xiaoqi and the driver to take her back to the film and television city on the expressway.

    According to the distribution of the rehearsal table given by the crew, Jiang Qian's important scenes are all scheduled in the next ten days.

    Although Ye Zheng plays an important role in the plot, she can only be regarded as a female five or six or seven at most; after all, she was offline without even one sixth of the seventy-episode TV series. .

    There is simply no other job at hand, Jiang Qian is also happy to relax, filming during the day, and thinking about lines and roles in the hotel arranged by the crew at night.

    When I have nothing to do, I occasionally chat with Zhou Yi through WeChat, or have a lunch with Ji Tingyue next door, play against each other, there are so many fixed activities every day, although it is a bit boring, but it is better than having less things. .

    More than ten days have passed in a hurry, and the weather has completely entered the summer season from warm.

    City C is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Although it is cooler than other places, the mosquitoes that can't be driven away still add a little trouble to the shooting progress.

    Several of the actors who played the concubine were stung several times on their cheeks, and the thick layer of powder could not cover them, and even Gu Yanxiao's chin suffered.

    Therefore, some face-to-face scenes were delayed again and again, and after two days, the traces were almost gone, and finally it was Jiang Qian's turn for the most important scene.

    Ye Zheng's midnight assassination.

    Under the skillful hands of the makeup artist, Ye Zheng, played by Jiang Qian, changed her usual gorgeous makeup and painted an almost invisible makeup.

    When everything was ready, the woman in a pale pink lingerie adjusted her expression with her back to the camera, and then stepped into the scope of the camera.

    It was late at night, and there was thunder outside the house, indicating that a heavy rain was coming.

    Today is the emperor's birthday, all the officials are celebrating, and all the six palaces are happy.

    It stands to reason that on such a big day, the emperor should spend the night with the queen, but he couldn't bear his entanglement, and she was kidnapped back to him by her petty temper.

    It was dark at night, but this concubine Ning Gui, who was under one person and over ten thousand people in the harem, didn't even have a candle in the bedroom; she removed all the palace servants under her, even the eunuch who was closest to the emperor. She was sent to a place beyond a wall.     The woman who had removed all the gorgeous accessories sat on the head of the bed and looked at Zhao Fu, whose face was red and lethargic due to alcohol, she was silent, leaned down, and her slender knuckles slid gently over his cheeks, as if teasing. Like a little bit of the man's lips.     This is the emperor.     It is also the enemy who killed her father who ruined her family.     The huge thunder resounded through the world, and Ye Zheng watched like this for a long time.     The more she looked at it, the more she hated it, and the more she looked at it, the more she couldn't help but want to do it. Finally, when the wooden window was blown, her other hand behind her waist finally couldn't help but stretch out.     A golden hairpin was tightly held in her hands, and Ye Zheng stabbed it hard on the chest of the person in front of her without hesitation.     She opened her eyes wide and didn't blink, trying to see Zhao Fu's final appearance before he died, but with a groaning groan -     the hairpin cut through the fabric, but only scratched the man's shoulder.     The blood flowed down the arm of the Ninety-five Lord, and the bright red color dyed the left arm of his bright yellow shirt with a dazzling color.     Lightning flashed, and the room lit up for a moment; Zhao Fu got up and sat upright on the couch, the golden hairpin being thrown aside.     The eyes of the two of them did not move away from each other for a long time, and after the suffocating silence, he spoke.     "This is the year when you entered the palace, when I first promoted you, it was sharper than I imagined."     "Have you ever hurt your hand?"