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?"
When the person in front of him spoke, there was still a gentle look in his majesty, as if nothing happened tonight.
The smile on Ye Zheng's face faded, and he stepped back and stood aside.
Seeing that the imperial concubine, who he had been pampering for five years, finally let go of the expression that he had not changed for so many years today, Zhao Fu couldn't hold back, and suddenly laughed out loud.
"Ruan Ruan, you finally stop pretending." He looked at Ye Zheng with joy, joy, confusion, and some indistinguishable emotions.
"Tell me," he said word by word.
"Why do you hate me so much." The
wind was blowing violently outside the house, and the rainstorm came faster and more disturbing than expected; Ye Zheng stood barefoot on the carpet worth 10,000 gold and tribute from other countries, with a calm and calm face. Again indifferent.
"Hate is hatred, what is the reason?"
Zhao Fu shook his head, "Assassination is a capital crime, if you are willing to say it, I am willing to spare your life."
"Spare my life... spare my life." The
original Ye Zheng She could still face everything calmly, but these four words stabbed into her heart like a sharp knife.
The woman picked up the hairpin on the ground and held it in her palm, and then roared, "How dare you spare my life now!"
Their Ye family had never stood in line on the establishment of the crown prince, and even served the late emperor cautiously. Who would have thought that it was precisely because of maintaining neutrality that he lost his life first.
I want to kill you, but you are willing to spare me, but what about those souls who died tragically? The Ye family raided the house and beheaded 32 people. In addition to her parents and brothers, there were many servants who didn't even know what the imperial power dispute was.
How many people there are other people's mothers, other people's husbands, and how many people lost their lives in vain because of the words of those big men?
Ye Zheng cried so hard that he wanted to shout out all the questions, but in the end he couldn't say a word as if he was stuck in his throat.
She is not alone now.
Ye Yuyao is still in the harem.
Seeing Ye Zheng's hoarse voice in Zhao Fu's eyes, he couldn't help lowering his eyes.
"Ruan Ruan, you don't understand." The
man's voice was low and seemed to contain too much helplessness.
But Ye Zheng really didn't understand anything.
"Yeah, I don't know what is a national event, what is worrying about the country and the people. If I can read for a few more days, maybe I can understand what you mean.
" She was also given the title of a child prodigy by her husband. If it weren't for a sudden change and her parents were still alive, it is hard to say that she would not have become a talented girl who was famous for a while.
But now, the only way for her is to be trapped in this deep palace, and to commit herself to killing her father and enemy.
Ye Zheng said this with a sarcastic tone, but the grief in his heart could not be stopped.
"I am the emperor." The
woman sat up slightly, and she stroked the blood stains on the hairpin until she could see her own shadow on the object she polished with her own hands day and night.
"What about the emperor...and what about the concubine, even if she takes the seat of the queen...what about it?" She closed her eyes slightly, as if she was recalling something.
"I consider myself domineering and rude, but have I ever killed someone? The harem is dirty, and I have been like those people?"
Ye Zheng said word by word, but the man on the bed couldn't find half Words back and forth to her.
"Zhao Fu." The
emperor raised his head.
"You know how much I hate you."
"You know what my name is."
Ye Zheng's voice became softer and softer, and finally pierced the hairpin into his chest under the emperor's unbelievable gaze.
"Ruan Ruan—"
This time, she didn't miss, and stabbed it right into her heart.
The last moment when she lowered her hand, Ye Zheng felt that she seemed to be surrounded by a warm embrace, but at this time she had lost most of her strength, and she couldn't even raise her eyes.
At the moment when her consciousness completely disappeared, she seemed to be called by her name.
It was not Concubine Ning Gui, who was proclaimed by the emperor, nor Ruan Ruan, who she made up on her own.
In the five years when identity and self have been blurred, someone finally called out those two words.
"Ye Zheng."
Yes, so my name is Ye Zheng.
That voice sounded very gentle, presumably, it was her father who had already returned to Jiuquan.
...
The camera gradually zoomed in and zoomed out. Jiang Qian was lying in Gu Yanxiao's arms, closing her eyes to feel Ye Zheng's last mood before she died. There was a faint smile on her lips for a while. Then, I suddenly felt something dripping from my face.
"Ka—"
With Zhao Yi's shout, the woman opened her eyes, and a tear from Gu Yanxiao's eyes fell on her again.
She was stunned.
"Sorry, Miss Qianqian." The man who was younger than her was still trembling when he spoke. He pretended to turn his head casually, but no one could see that it was difficult for him to escape from the previous plot. out.
Jiang Qian lowered her eyes, "It's okay." The
woman straightened her waist with Zhang Xiaoqi's support, her eyes swept across the entire set, and there were already staff dismantling those precious decorations.
Soon, the palace will disappear in 'firelight'.
The quiet atmosphere during filming has disappeared, Ye Zheng's story is only a mirror image after all, her love is fake, but her hatred is real.
But as for the emperor, in the harem, is it true that even a little bit of true love never existed?
In a trance, Jiang Qian suddenly remembered Zhao Fu's line.
"Tell me, why do you hate me so much."
If it was really ruthless, how could a generation of emperors blurt out my words.
I just don't know if the author's Ye Zheng was even a little bit moved when he was constructing this story.
Maybe there is.
Jiang Qian, who put on her coat, was silent, and accompanied by Zhang Xiaoqi, left the studio and went to the rest area; but Gu Yanxiao, who always liked to play with her, finally didn't take the initiative to join her this time.
She walked into the RV with a slightly heavy heart. Xu Ziyi, who was packing up her things, ignored her and looked up for a while before noticing that her appearance was a little weird.
"How was the filming?" He asked
Jiang Qian and thought about it.
"It's okay." It's
okay? Hearing this, he knew that it was the answer to deal with people, which made Xu Ziyi a little helpless, even his eyes looked dazed, how could it be considered okay?
"Looking at you being so invested, I don't know whether to say good or bad."
He wanted to say a few words to her, but he swallowed it again; Jiang Qian understood the meaning of his agent, and his face rose. A wry smile.
"Actually, I have always had my own understanding of Ye Zheng, but the scene just now... Gu Yanxiao's last tear made me stunned."
"So you started to have doubts about the scenes you've already filmed?"
Jiang After thinking for a while, he nodded.
Xu Ziyi understood at once, that was the point of a bull's-eye.
But he really didn't have any words to comfort her - so many similar things happened, even long-established actors would make this mistake.
Although you can analyze the character's character when reading the script, after the filming starts, the influence of opponents, scenes, modeling, lines, and the collision between characters will always bring about new changes in the actor's understanding of the characters.
It is common to feel dissatisfied with the scenes that have been filmed, but what can we do about it? You can't let the whole crew accompany you to play it again.
"The characters are originally diverse, and there are still a few scenes left unfinished. After that, just do your best."
Jiang Qian also understood this truth, but still felt a little pity.
She sat quietly with the cup in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking about; Xu Zi saw that she was in a daze, went up and patted her head with the paper in his hand.
"Tell you the good news." The
woman raised her head blankly.
"You only have four scenes left, but because the time of several veteran actors can't be arranged, we can only draw from you. The scenes are all scheduled for next Friday and Saturday, and the filming can be finished."
"So soon? !" Jiang Qian's eyes widened, a little surprised.
She feels that she has been wandering around recently, why is this job coming to an end in a hurry?
"You only have a supporting role, how long do you want to make it."
"I'm sorry, I almost thought we were filming "Jiang Qianzhuan" hahaha."
"The dream is good."
Xu Ziyi was choked by her cold joke for a while. , "So we can go back to City A this afternoon. I remember that you have a dog and haven't seen you for a long time.
"
Anxiety disappeared in an instant.
"Yes, the edited version of the first episode of "Welcome to My Home" will be broadcast next Sunday. It just so happens that you can take pictures of it when you go back, and post it on Weibo to attract fans."
Jiang Qian got excited when she mentioned this. She hurriedly made a video call to the foster care center and said that she would pick up the balls and go home tomorrow. On the screen, the chubby little guy heard the owner's voice and was so excited. Turned around several times.
So, after saying hello to Zhao Yi and some friends in the crew, Jiang Qian left City C temporarily, and at the same time cleaned up the personal belongings in the crew hotel.
It will only take two or three days to come back next time. It would be a waste to keep such a huge suite. It is better to free it up for the new actors.
In this way, the woman who experienced the busy shooting finally had time to return to her base.
But she did not forget that she still had the most important things to do.
Three days later, with the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground, a silver Audi R8 drifted into the parking space at the main entrance of Shiyue Building; the door opened, and a short-haired woman with a mask and sunglasses came out.
She was pleased with her figure and had an excellent aura, stepping straight into Shiyue's door on high heels.
It's ten o'clock in the morning, the non-reception time stipulated by the company, but the high-definition brand names all over her body are in the eyes of the security guard, and she forgot to stop it for a while.
It wasn't until she walked to the information desk that she was unwilling to show her identity information anyway, and called for Li Te's help, that the lady at the front desk realized something was wrong.
But her attitude was still very good, and she was not in a hurry when she spoke, "Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"
Appointment?
Hearing this, Jiang Qian was puzzled.
"No."
She said that she wanted to see Special Assistant Li, but she didn't say that she was looking for Shi Yizhou. Does this also require an appointment?
Her reply made the front desk lady look embarrassed, "Sorry ma'am, we can't enter without an appointment. If it's convenient, you can call Li Tesuke..." The
ball was kicked back, Jiang Qian Can not help but fell into silence.
It's good, she doesn't have the contact information of Li Tesuke.
She raised her eyes and looked left and right, thinking about whether she did a good job, or should she call Shi Xingqi and ask him to ask Li Tesuke's phone number?
After weighing the left and right, she found that these two were bad ideas.
The woman spurned her own brain hole in her heart, and at the same time felt that today was really unfortunate.
Mingming finally had time to return to City A, and after thinking about it for two days at home, Shi Yue came to Shi Yue after preparing a lot of rhetoric; who would have thought that after everything was ready, she was blocked at the door and couldn't even enter. ?
Just as the atmosphere became more and more awkward, Jiang Qian, who was standing at the front desk, was thinking about whether she wanted to come back another day—
"Too...why are you here."
A greeting came from a distance, Jiang Qian looked up and found herself Longing for a dream... After thinking about it for a long time, Tesuke Li was standing five meters away from her.
No, it's time to say thank you for coming.
Although he wanted to thank his whole family, Jiang Qian came to show Shi Yizhou rudely today, so she naturally had to be a little bit more stubborn.
"Where's Shi Yizhou?"
She said coldly without fluctuating in her tone.
The man who thought the front desk embarrassed her was still thinking about the words of apology, but the next three words Jiang Qian spit out made Li Tesuke's eyes instantly light up.
Wuhu~
He raised his voice a bit, "It should be upstairs, Mrs. Shi, are you looking for it?"
"Well."
"Then I'll send..." Li Te assistant's face flushed, and he was about to say send Jiang Qian. Going up, he suddenly remembered the important thing that Shi Yizhou had just arranged for him.
"Uh..."
He looked left and looked again, feeling that no one in the hall could take on such a heavy responsibility, so he simply took out the employee card from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Madam, please go up by yourself, I still have some work to do."
"Okay, thank you." The
other party's attitude was not good, but Jiang Qian's pretended cold face also took back a little; she reached out and took the card, Looking at the photo above, I looked up at Li Tesuke again.
The man patted the back of his head, "The photo
was not taken well, hahaha."
After chatting and laughing at random, seeing that Li Tesuke was in a hurry, Jiang Qian didn't stop him, so he let him go first.
It's just that Shi Yizhou, the special assistant, didn't know why, he smirked at himself for a long time, as bright as a blooming sunflower.
When I saw her for the first time, she was still in a bad mood.
The confused woman simply didn't go where she was going, swiped her card to enter the access control and the elevator, and looking at the number of lights up in front of her, she suddenly remembered that she forgot to ask:
"Wait, what floor is he on?"
"Twenty-one! "
Li Tesuke, who was far away, shouted loudly, and Jiang Qian's hand immediately pressed the button.
Shi Yizhou works on the eleventh floor, which is very good and smooth.
During the non-reception time, Shiyue's staff were at their busiest. There was no one in the public elevator. Jiang Qian stood upright and could even hear her heartbeat.
Seventh floor... After going up, have a good talk with him.
Eighth floor... if he doesn't want to listen, he just sits in his office.
Ninth floor... If he gets angry, he must be more angry than him.
Tenth floor... If Shi Yizhou doesn't agree to the divorce, she will hit him... Forget it, hitting someone is wrong.
Jiang took a deep breath, fantasizing about all the possible scenes, and felt that the blood all over his body was boiling.
With a beep, the elevator finally stopped on the eleventh floor.
Shi Xingqi and Shi Yizhou are obviously brothers, but Xiongzi's aesthetics in decoration is not a star.
The elegant and simple style makes people calm at first sight, and there is even a faint fragrance in the air.
Standing in the corridor of the elevator, Jiang Qian looked at the huge glass door opposite, rows of workstations filled with people, and the power of the ruthless Shi Yizhou in the original book became real in an instant.
She bit her lower lip.
But this is not the reason why he should be wronged.
Jiang Qian adjusted her breathing and walked to the place where the floor plan was attached; she carefully read the words on it, but did not see any shadow of the president's office.
"Isn't it the eleventh floor?"
She was a little puzzled, standing in the same place and making trouble. It happened that an employee came out of the glass door with his stomach covered, raised his head and met her.
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Ah, I'm sorry." Jiang Qian shifted her gaze to her, "I'm here to look for Mr. Shi. Just now, Assistant Li told me that he was on the eleventh floor. , may I ask where it is?"
Afraid that people would not believe it, she deliberately raised the badge in Yang's hand.
Seeing this, the man across from him said, "You probably heard it wrong. The president's office is on the twenty-first floor."
"The twenty-first floor?"
"Yes."
Jiang Qian was confused.
Twenty-one, eleven.
Thinking about it carefully, Li Tesuke really seemed to have said twenty-one...
"Thank you so much." Ignoring her own question, she smiled friendly at the girl, but unfortunately the smile was hidden under the mask and the other party couldn't see it clearly.
"No, it's okay."
The girl who was in a hurry waved her hand and ran along the wall, so Jiang Qian returned to the elevator, ready to continue moving to the target floor.
She is full of urgency now, and can't wait to run to Shi Yizhou immediately.
It's just that one of the two elevators at the entrance here stopped on the fourth floor for a long time, and the elevator that I got on just now went down to pick up someone else. There was no way, Jiang Qian could only stand there and wait.
Time passed by, and she only felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
Just when a thin layer of sweat emerged from the nervous back of the woman -
drop.
Finally, the elevator door opened.
Inside stood a tall man, his shirt was crumpled, his head was drooping, he looked a little lackluster, and he held two cups of coffee on a paper holder.
"Zhou Yi?!"
After staying up all night, Shi Yizhou was still a little listless, and he didn't even realize that the woman was calling his name.
Until the elevator door closed, the other party took off his mask.
"It's me, Jiang Qian."
Shi Yizhou shuddered, his exhaustion swept away, his first reaction was to put his empty hand behind him and press another floor at the button dedicated to the disabled.
The second reaction is.
Done.
Completely finished.
The author has something to say:
When I wrote it, I couldn't understand it myself: what's going on, why is this drama still being filmed, damn it, why is it still filming! Get me offline now!
I quite like the story about Ye Zheng, it feels abusive and sweet!
Eleven weeks: It is impossible to lose the horse. I see who is so ignorant and suspect that I will lose the horse.