The palace door closed.
Under the shadow of the towering palace, Yan Jing was enveloped by a feeling of discomfort that was almost suffocating.
In the palace behind him are the emperor he is loyal to and the woman he is about to marry.
Yan Jing grasped the handle of the Xiuchun Knife again and again, and then let go again and again.
Finally, Yan Jing grasped the hilt of the knife, turned around abruptly, and faced the palace door.
"Commander!" Just as Yan Jing raised his hand, a loud shout came from behind him. It was from his Jinyiwei, Wei Chu.
Wei Chu used his Qinggong to leap behind Yan Jing and said quickly:
"An assassin sneaked into the palace, and several princes were assassinated!"
Yan Jing's expression was stern, and he said:
"Wei Chu, you guys go hunt down the assassins, I'll go protect His Majesty."
"Yes!" Wei Chu led a group of Jinyiwei away.
Yan Jing suddenly opened the palace door, strode in, and said loudly:
"Your Majesty, an assassin has sneaked into the palace, please..."
Yan Jing's voice suddenly stopped, and he smelled a very faint smell of blood.
She walked quickly into the inner hall and suddenly opened the bright yellow curtain. On the bed was the emperor, staring with fear in his eyes, and there was no sign of the singer.
Yan Jing breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, quickly collected his thoughts, and reached out to investigate.
The emperor was no longer breathing. He was killed by someone with great internal strength who had his heart meridians shattered. He was unable to make a sound before he died.
Either the assassin had been lying in ambush in the palace and acted very quickly, or... it was someone close to him who did it.
The faint sound of water could be heard coming from the Nine Dragon Pool in the side hall, where the emperor bathed.
Yan Jing's eyes changed slightly, he stepped back away from the dragon couch, and walked quickly towards the source of the sound.
White hot mist filled the air, and a soft humming tune could be heard coming from the mist.
In the Nine Dragon Pond filled with flower petals, a beautiful figure with long flowing hair sat in her clothes. Her red dress was soaked by the water, revealing the vague outline of her back.
Yan Jing slowed down his pace and stared at the figure in the bathtub.
"You're here..."
Mu Qianqiu turned his head and smiled faintly, the smile was less coquettish and more heroic.
No longer hiding his gender, a gentle and clear male voice came out from his throat:
"But you're late."
Yan Jing held the Embroidered Spring Knife tightly, veins popping out on the back of his hand. "Who are you?"
"Didn't I tell you my name a long time ago?"
There was a hint of anger in Mu Qianqiu's tone, as if he was complaining about why the other party didn't remember his name.
Yan Jing recalled that conversation.
That day, he sent the dancer to the troupe. Before leaving, he asked a little uncomfortably, "Girl, what's your name?"
The singer smiled and said slowly: "My name is Qianqiu, my lord, please remember it."
There is only one martial arts master named Qianqiu in the world.
The leader of the evil cult, Mu Qianqiu.
When hearing that name, Yan Jing didn't think of the Demon Cult's leader at all. As everyone knew, the Demon Cult's leader was a man.
Although there are rumors that the leader of the Demon Cult is the most handsome man in the world, no matter how handsome he is, he is still a man...
Mu Qianqiu stood up from the bathtub and slowly turned around.
The transparent red dress stuck to his body, outlining his sturdy figure and beautiful muscle lines.
Yan Jing's eyes were bloodshot.
Mu Qianqiu walked up to the bank of the pool, stepped on the white jade slabs with his bare feet, and said:
"My last name is Mu and my name is Qianqiu. Mu means great admiration and Qianqiu means long lasting and lasting. This time, Commander, please remember this."
A team of steady and powerful footsteps sounded, Mu Qianqiu picked up the pipa beside him and sighed, "It's coming so fast."
A group of Jinyiwei broke into the inner hall.
The leader, Wei Chu, drew out his embroidered spring sword and attacked Mu Qianqiu, shouting:
"Commander, be careful, this is not some singing girl, but the leader of a demonic cult!"
Mu Qianqiu looked coldly at the person who came and raised his hand to pluck the silk strings.
The sound waves containing internal force vibrated, and the previously pleasant music turned into a deadly attack.
Before the Jinyiwei could get close to Mu Qianqiu, they were blown away, and the sounds of collision and weapons falling to the ground were heard one after another.
After a few strums, Mu Qianqiu was the only one left standing in the hall.
Yan Jing and Wei Chu were half-kneeling on the ground, while the other Jinyiwei were either lying or crawling.
Mu Qianqiu walked towards Wei Chu.
"Are you the successor that Yan Jing trained? Not bad, but unfortunately you are no match for me. All the effort you put into training him was in vain."
The murderous intent is revealed.
Yan Jing suddenly drew out his embroidered spring knife and rushed towards Mu Qianqiu.
Mu Qianqiu suddenly turned around and plucked the silk strings.
While Yan Jing was shocked by the sound, she kicked the Embroidered Spring Knife in her hand away, and stepped on Yan Jing's chest with her white toes, instantly knocking him to the ground.
A trace of anger appeared on Mu Qianqiu's face. "Yan Jing, you have been with me for many days. I have had countless opportunities to kill you, but I didn't do it. Do you know why?"
Yan Jing tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then asked with difficulty panting, "Why?"
“Aren’t you just afraid of exposing your identity and your plan failing?!” Wei Chu stood up with a knife and slashed at Mu Qianqiu.
"Noisy!"
Mu Qianqiu let out a low shout and plucked the silk strings rapidly. The sound waves carrying his tremendous internal force vibrated and all the Jinyiwei vomited blood and fell to the ground.
The one who was most seriously injured was Yan Jing, who was closest to Mu Qianqiu. He suddenly vomited large mouthfuls of blood and almost fainted.
A few drops of blood fell on Mu Qianqiu's bare feet.
Mu Qianqiu paused, a trace of annoyance flashing across his brows.
Behind him, Wei Chu, who had fallen to the ground, struggled for a moment, grabbed the Embroidered Spring Sword that had fallen to the side again, and jumped up suddenly.
Mu Qianqiu's perception was extremely sharp, and his fingertips instinctively touched the silk strings, but he was unable to pluck them.
Yan Jing was too close to him. If he made one move, the other party would surely die.
bass-
A knife chopped on Mu Qianqiu's right shoulder, and the blade easily broke through the gauze skirt and penetrated into the flesh.
"Hiss..."
Mu Qianqiu's hands that were resting on the silk strings dropped limply.
At the same time, a Jinyiwei who fell to the ground blew out a silver needle.
The silver needle pierced into Mu Qianqiu's forehead.
—
The sandalwood pipa fell to the ground.
Yan Jing's eyes widened, his lips opened and closed, but he could not utter any words, only blood flowed out uncontrollably.
Mu Qianqiu fell down and landed heavily beside Yan Jing.
Yan Jing struggled to get closer, and his hand touched Mu Qianqiu's shoulder, with blood all over his hands.
…
With a "click" from the director, Chi Ruanfan immediately opened his eyes and hugged Jinzhu who was trembling in front of him.
"It's okay, it's just acting. Now the filming is finished." Chi Ruanfan said hurriedly.
Jinzhu did not respond, but hugged her body stiffly, her eyes unfocused, as if she was no longer aware of anything in the outside world.
This was the only scene they had not rehearsed.
Because in this scene, the commander will be subjected to various stimulations and his emotions will fluctuate greatly.
It is very likely to cause irreparable harm to the actors involved in this immersive performance.
Director Chen Lin also took this into consideration and saved this scene for the last shot.
"How is Jinzhu doing?" Chen Lin walked closer quickly.
"Not good," Chi Ruanfan picked up Jinzhu and said, "I'll take him out of here first and change the environment."
The room was full of scenes from the play, including Mu Qianqiu's "death scene", which was not conducive to Jinzhu's performance.
Chi Ruanfan carried Jinzhu out of the crew and put her in the car.
"Hotel." Chi Ruanfan said to the special assistant in the driver's seat.
"Okay." The special assistant looked straight ahead and started the car, not even glancing at the two people entangled together in the back.
Chi Ruanfan hugged Jinzhu and responded to Jinzhu's kiss under the neon lights that occasionally shone into the car.
After leaving the crew, Jinzhu's condition became normal. She was no longer unresponsive to the outside world, but started to kiss him madly.
Hmm... This situation doesn't seem normal.
The car stopped. Chi Ruanfan held Jinzhu down, took off the black cloak behind him, put it on him, and led him into the hotel.
"Zhuzi, don't stick to me. I'm all wet and your clothes are soaked."
Chi Ruanfan was still wearing the gauze skirt she had just worn when she got out of the bath. In this kind of weather, the temperature of the skirt dropped completely as soon as she got out of the water, and it stuck to her body like ice, freezing her to the bone.
"I'll go take a shower and change my clothes first." Chi Ruanfan pulled Jinzhu away and walked towards the bathroom.
Before he took a step, he was hugged by Jinzhu, and a trembling kiss fell on his forehead.
A low, hoarse voice sounded:
"We're getting married. We're getting married tonight."
"… "
Jinzhu obviously hasn't left the show yet.
But... after knowing that Mu Qianqiu was the leader of the Demon Cult, did he still want to marry Mu Qianqiu
Chi Ruanfan came back to his senses from his trance, and he knew that if he wanted Jinzhu to leave the play quickly, he must not discuss the topic of the play with her, so he said:
"Let me go first. I'm too cold and you'll be frozen."
"Yes, your body has no temperature..."
Jinzhu lowered her eyes, kissed the corner of Chi Ruanfan's mouth tenderly, and said:
"I'll take you to the ice room, where your body can be preserved for a long time."
Chi Ruanfan: “???”
Body? Save
In Jinzhu's eyes, is he already a corpse
Jinzhu just wanted to marry a corpse
It’s terrifying when you think about it.
Chi Ruanfan quickly stopped his wandering thoughts and said:
"I'm going to take a hot bath, you...you can join me."
Jinzhu had been clinging to him the whole time, and was almost transparent. In such weather, he would definitely catch a cold if he wore transparent clothes.
Moreover, he was worried about leaving Jinzhu, who had not finished the play, alone.
Jinzhu said anxiously: "You can't take a bath, the hot water will accelerate your decay."
"… "
Chi Ruanfan said nothing and forced Jinzhu to the bathroom.
It was too cold. Chi Ruanfan was shivering and couldn't do anything.
Fortunately, Jinzhu still had the idea of "seriously injured" in his mind, and his resistance was even weaker than that of a human, so Chi Ruanfan easily led him in.
There was also a fairly large bathtub in the hotel's bathroom, but it was incomparable to the bathtub in the villa that Jinzhusong lived in.
I can only make do with it.
Fill the bathtub with water.
Chi Ruanfan quickly stripped off Jinzhu's flying fish suit.
With his whole body freezing and shivering, Chi Ruanfan had no time to think about anything and calmly put Jinzhu into the bathtub.
Then, she quickly took off her cold red dress and stepped into the bathtub.
Soaking in the warm water, Chi Ruanfan let out a long sigh, feeling that he was finally alive again.
Chi Ruanfan was enjoying it when he suddenly felt the waves and a body pressed against him.
"Now that you have warmth, you won't be able to stay with me forever. We can only be husband and wife for one night..."
Jinzhu's fingertips slid across Chi Ruanfan's shoulder, watching the red "plasma" spread in the water.
He raised his eyes, and dark emotions surged in them, including heartache, sadness, regret, and perhaps something else.
Jinzhu said slowly:
"I know you're in pain, just bear with it for just one night."
Chi Ruanfan was shocked.
What is a one-night stand? What is the pain for just one night
What does Jinzhu want to do
Jinzhu lowered her head and gently kissed the "wound" on Chi Ruanfan's shoulder.
Suddenly, he paused and frowned slightly.
Chi Ruanfan looked sideways and said helplessly:
"What kind of 'plasma' are you eating? It's red wine with pigment. It's very salty, right?"