Filming a kissing scene in full view of the public does require a certain amount of determination and courage. No one knows how Jiang Zheng is desperately brainwashing himself when he leans in front of him: just treat him like a flower, a fragrant flower, and touch the soft petals, yes, that's the feeling.
After the director called the card, she slowly opened her eyes.
Ji Muye's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his beautiful eyes were full of shock.
Jiang Zheng felt that he was like the old landlord who forcibly robbed other people's daughters, and forced intimacy, which was extremely bad.
However, I still have to sigh, Ji Muye's acting skills are really good. Rub his lips, he can have red ears, kiss his lips, he can still have red ears.
His ears were as rosy as gems, and he suddenly wanted to pinch them.
She was immediately frightened by her own dirty thoughts. Harmful.
Jing Meini came over and brought a glass of ice water to Ji Muye. Recently, he has been hot inside, and he is always hot. Ice water is a life-saving medicine. Han Yi handed over a cup of healthy wolfberry flower tea, Jiang Zheng took two sips and said, "Mr. Ji, look."
Ji Muye heard the sound and looked over, only to see Jiang Zheng turned his face, and suddenly the auricle moved back and forth.
Han Yi: "..." Hehe. The treasure girl is too middle school two.
Jing Meini: "..." What the hell
Ji Muye snorted, "Mr. Jiang knows magic."
Jiang Zheng said earnestly, "Compared with Teacher Ji, I'm still far behind. I can only make my ears move, not red. How about you teach me?"
Jing Meini laughed until her stomach hurt. Han Yi also twitched the corners of his mouth and did not want to speak.
Ji Muye snorted again, "Mr. Jiang, please."
Jiang Zheng followed him out. Probably because the stunt and magic cannot be revealed, so she was called aside to teach in private.
The two circled behind the pillar over there.
Jiang Zheng looked eager to learn, waiting for the master's guidance.
Ji Muye stared at her with thin lips, "If I kiss you, will your ears be red?"
Jiang Zheng was stunned for a moment, then immediately startled, then blushed, and the next second, his earlobes were really hot.
Ji Muye gritted his teeth, "Mr. Jiang, do you understand?"
Jiang Zheng was frightened by the fiery light in his eyes, she nodded ignorantly, and then quickly shook her head.
Ji Muye clenched his fists, "Would you like to try?"
Jiang Zheng was so frightened that he lost his mind and said incoherently: "Ji, Teacher Ji, don't live up to the fans' expectations for you, you are destined to stand on the highest mountain... You... can't... "
Ji Muye: "…"
Han Yi watched Jiang Zheng walk out from behind the pillar with a blushing face, and thought to himself, "Oh, Ji Muye is very good, he will teach him in a while.
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The next episode is basically sweet.
Queen Tang Qinlan personally brought back the holy water from the Mount of Mordor, and sent it to the palace of the husband by Cen Baoqian. There is a cliff in the sacred mountain, and crystal clear spring water seeps all the year round. Legend has it that the first generation of the Queen of the East Girl Country was injured after a fierce battle with the enemy. She bathed in spring water under the cliff, and the wound healed instantly. This is the century-old foundation of the East Girl Country.
The descendants of the queen consecrate the holy spring water, which only the queen herself can use. Subjects who have contributed to the country and the people may also be eligible to use it, and there are no more than five such people in the 100-year history of the East Girl Kingdom.
Cui Ling didn't know the holy water that Cen Baoqian had brought respectfully at first, so the maid couldn't bear the queen's kindness to be ignored, and patiently explained it to him.
"His Royal Highness. Forgive Wei Chen's remarks. Your Majesty has a deep affection for you, or else you wouldn't have worked hard to collect holy water from the cliffs, and then traveled mountains and rivers to deliver it to Your Highness."
Cui Ling pursed his lips, lifted his robe, knelt down, and kowtowed in the direction of Gong Diao to thank him.
Whether it was sending holy water, brocade clothes and jade food, or the proud words written by the queen in her interest, the flower branches that were broken off the road would be unexpectedly delivered to Cui Ling. Cen Baoqian saw that Cui Ling was just kowtowing and thanking her, secretly thinking that His Royal Highness did not understand human feelings. She couldn't help reminding: Does His Highness have something for His Majesty? It doesn't need to be precious, just be sincere.
Three days later, an exquisite short bow was sent to the palace. Made of mulberry wood, the bow handle is engraved with the Kuilong pattern, which is small and exquisite and easy to carry on horseback. Tang Qinlan just glanced in front of Cen Baoqian and didn't say anything. But in the early morning of the next day, when Cen Baoqian entered to serve and change clothes, she found that feather-tailed arrows were stuck on the pillars, screens, and even the purlins in the palace.
She held back her laughter and instructed someone to climb up to take off the arrow, reinsert it into the quiver.
Finally the big wedding day. The whole country celebrates the East Girl Country, which is very lively.
Kang Yanchuan has been flooded with celebrants from the Eight Kingdoms of Xishan since half a month ago. The nobles of the Eight Kingdoms can enter the palace to participate in the banquet, and the royal family of the leaders of the Eight Kingdoms can enter the palace to participate in the grand wedding ceremony.
The city walls are decorated with lanterns and red ribbons fluttering.
Her Majesty the Queen reduced the March tax to reward the people.
In the streets and on the square, there are all kinds of singing, dancing, sharon dancing, and Nuo opera, all with smiles on their faces.
When the auspicious time arrived, Cui Ling, dressed in a red wedding dress, rode a white horse from the Wangfu Diaolou, and his younger brother Chen Gang led the white horse and was escorted by the guards to the palace. Martial law was enforced along the way, and the dark crowd knelt on both sides. The white horse passes by, thousands of years, thousands of years, thousands of years.
Entering the gate of the palace city, entering the Weng City, and crossing the square in front of the palace, Tang Qinlan stood tall under the palace watchtower, looked at his royal highness, and walked towards her step by step.
It turns out that he looks so good in red.
With handsome brows and shining star eyes, these two words flashed in Tang Qinlan's mind, her arm was already stretched out and she held Cui Ling's hand.
The ministers shouted long live and thousand years old, and the leader of the neighboring country was in tears. The magical turning point of this half month made him feel like a dream.
The ancestors were worshipped, the decree was issued and the seal was given, and the subjects were worshipped, and the big wedding was held for one day. At night, the square in front of the palace towers was brightly lit, and the leaders of the eight countries of each division, according to their official positions, sat down at the banquet.
The ministers stepped forward to toast the Queen and his wife in turn.
Tang Qinlan's drinking capacity is quite good, and the color does not change after drinking cup by cup. Cui Ling didn't panic either, he drank lightly, without getting drunk.
Tang Qinlan looked at him, the corners of his lips were hooked, and there was already a smile on his brows.
After the banquet in front of the main hall was over, the courtiers reluctantly dispersed. No matter how curious they are, they don't dare to make trouble in the queen's bridal chamber.
Tang Qinlan held Cui Ling's hand, crossed the steps, and went around behind the palace tower.
I still remember when the palace changed, the two stood here, Cui Ling climbed up the palace tower without a word, retrieved the brocade box, and took down a set of Tang Qinlan's court clothes.
"I wanted you to climb again tonight." Tang Qinlan chuckled, then shook his head again, "But after all, I am not a commoner, and you are not a married man... Some decency still has to be taken care of." It's a pity, but she found a lover as she wished, and these regrets are not worth mentioning.
Cui Ling pursed his lower lip, "I wish..."
Tang Qinlan interrupted him, "I don't allow you to take risks."
Cui Ling: "..."
Going back to the front hall of the palace, going up the stairs, today's wooden ladder is also dressed up, Tang Qinlan took Cui Ling's hand (or has never let go since seeing him) and sat in.
"I said that there will be a place for you here sooner or later."
"I never break my promise, Cui Lang, do you know that?"
Cui Ling was about to kneel again, but Tang Qinlan grabbed him, "You and I don't need to be polite. I promise you not to kneel."
The two entered the bedroom, and the most exciting scene was coming.
Ji Muye put on a thin white silk robe, long hair and a shawl. His beautiful collarbone was exposed, and his strong back muscles were faintly visible.
Jiang Zheng also changed into a set of golden silk robes as thin as cicada wings, with a bun behind his head, two strands hanging down at his temples, and even his makeup was deliberately traced to the corners of his eyes, making it extraordinarily charming and charming.
The lighting team made the indoor lighting soft and moving. Two thick and large happy candles, carved with dragons and phoenixes, were burning.
Jiang Zheng was not nervous at first, but when he saw Ji Muye dressed like this, he immediately began to hiccup nervously. One after another, I couldn't hide it.
Han Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he quickly brought her warm water to drink.
This is the first time for Jiang Zheng to make such a scene, and she has no experience at all. No, she didn't even have that kind of life experience. As for the kiss scene, it's easy to say after some psychological construction, but she can't even imagine this kind of thing.
Because of the status of the queen, today's scene requires her to take the initiative to "start"...
Take the initiative to be a ghost! She didn't dare, she didn't dare!
Han Yi coaxed, "Otherwise we'll use a stand-in!"
Jiang Zheng pouted and shook his head. This play uses a stand-in. What about the lower part
Ji Muye's side wasn't much better. He was so red before he started to pat his earlobes. Jing Meini spoke to him, but he didn't hear a word. The sound of the heartbeat was amplified infinitely, and the figure in front of him swayed into slow motion.
Jiang Zheng caught a glimpse of the wine glass on the table next to it, picked it up and drank it, only to find that it was water.
"Bring the wine!"
Everyone: "… "
Han Yi was startled, "Zhengzheng, what are you doing?"
Jiang Zheng gritted his teeth, "Drinking is strong!"
The staff brought it to sip the wine, and Jiang Zheng gudong gudong took three sips, but Han Yi couldn't stop him.
Xing Weimin smiled when he saw this scene, but did not speak. Anyway, Her Majesty the Queen is still slightly drunk. Some actors can perform a drunken performance to perfection, and some need to drink a little to get into the state. Everyone has their own way of acting. Not surprisingly.
After a few sips of wine, her belly felt warm. Jiang Zheng turned around and saw Ji Muye. She shook the jug across the crowd, "Mr. Ji?"
Ji Muye shook his head like a rattle like a frightened fried chicken.
Jiang Zheng shrugged, thinking that Brother Mu was still very powerful. In this case, it can be put away freely.
As a result, when Jiang Zheng leaned against the golden embroidered cushion and smiled at him, Ji Muye blinked, suddenly reached out and shouted, "Bring the wine!"
Jiang Zheng: "..."
The male and female protagonists got a little drunk together, and the early and night scenes began.
Cui Ling changed his white shirt and held a book in his hand. When he lifted his foot and came in, he saw His Majesty leaning on the slump, Yingying looked at him and smiled.
He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I found a second book." He just grabbed a book on the next shelf and held it in his hand. Although he didn't know what to do, he always felt that his hand It won't be so embarrassing to hold something in it.
Tang Qinlan sat up straight, got up and walked over, took the book from Cui Ling's hand, and threw it aside.
Cui Ling: "..."
"You must know a lot of interesting things when you travel south and north. Come and listen to me? Huh?"
The last one, uh, turned around gracefully, and made Cui Ling's face red again.
He paused, "The minister obeys the order."
Tang Qinlan seemed to have a lot of helplessness, and he didn't know how to let him put aside his many concerns, so that he could see the free and easy way he was when he first met him.
She was sitting, Cui Ling was standing, and the two were politely strangers.
Tang Qinlan frowned, got up and walked in front of him, just a short distance away, you could hear his heartbeat.
She waved her sleeves, and the candle light went out. The inside of the hall was darkened, and only two ten thousand year candles were left to shake, keeping the last light.
Tang Qinlan reached out and caressed Cui Ling's wrist, shook it down, and grabbed his hand.
The joints are distinct, and the hand calluses sting.
She turned around without hesitation, pulled him, and walked to the bed step by step.
At this time, the camera zoomed out, the red curtain was rolled up, and the two figures were sitting on the bed together.
Tang Qinlan caressed Cui Ling's shoulder with a slender hand, and hooked his chin with the other hand, making him turn around.
Passing his fingertips across his cheek and across his earlobe, Tang Qinlan chuckled, "Cui Lang, are you shy?"
Cui Ling lowered his eyes, not daring to move, and unwilling to admit it.
Tang Qinlan pinched his earlobe, and finally let him go, caressing him on the neck, just like that, her red lips pressed against it.
The lens is zoomed out again, and the silhouette is graceful and charming.
The slender figure slowly leaned back and down, raised his slender arms, and hooked his fingers on the man's clothes on the opposite side... The two figures finally overlapped.
Ups and downs, slightly bowed, swaying, lingering, the curtains swayed with layers of ripples...
All held their breaths. Xing Weimin even forgot to shout Ka.
The thin shirt slipped off Jiang Zheng's shoulder, and Ji Muye's fair complexion made Ji Muye lose his mind for a moment. m.xiumb.com
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