Jing Xiu looked in the direction she pointed. There was a small table in the snow, on which was a pot of sake and a wine jar. He slowly brushed the snow off the stone bench and sat down elegantly. When he raised his eyes, Chen Qing was right in the center of his vision.
Chen Qing took off his shoes in the snow and put the bronze mask on his face, so half of his face was cold and the other half was seductive. The eyes were looking at him quietly, like water, embedded with a faint gray mist, clear as the clouds in the mountains.
Just like many years ago, she entered the palace and amazed the world with her dance.
Jing Xiu poured himself a bottle of wine and didn't touch it.
Chen was quiet for a while, then suddenly kicked forward with her right foot. With a "ding-ling" sound, the bells on her ankles rang violently. She moved, her waist like a vine, her arms like snakes, and she slowly began to dance.
There were no musicians, no exciting drum beats to listen to; her dance was extremely silent, with the sound of bells barely audible. Every time she lifted her foot, the instep of her foot stirred up the thin snow, splashing a tiny white light.
As pure as ice and snow.
She danced very attentively and seriously, more seriously than any other time she had practiced this dance. Every movement was extremely precise and she would not allow any mistakes.
Jing Xiu's pupils were filled with her shadow, indifference, smiling, pain, despair, affection, there were too many complex and heavy emotions in his eyes, suppressing them, making people breathless.
Jing Xiu noticed Chen Qing's gaze and cleared all emotions from her heart. She concentrated on appreciating her dance, nodded at her and smiled.
Chen Qing looked at him quietly for a while, then slowly smiled at him.
Jing Xiu was slightly stunned. The smile was just like the first time they met, and it immediately brought him back to the past. He felt his chest was empty, and it was difficult to breathe. The hand holding the wine bottle could not help but tremble slightly.
Chen Qing...
He called out silently in his heart.
Chen Qing fell down in front of him.
The wine bottle then fell into the snow, and the wine flowed out, leaving a clear trail.
"Chen Qing!" Jing Xiu rushed forward and shouted.
He picked her up and took off the mask on her face: "Chen Qing!"
The deep fear he felt at that moment was something he had never experienced before, even if his country was destroyed and his family was ruined, even if he died for his country; even if he fled thousands of miles with the pursuers close at hand; even if the enemy's sharp blade was right in front of him, cutting a deep gash between his eyebrows and bleeding all over his face. Never before had he felt like he was dying of pain like this.
The expected scene did not appear. Chen Qing's face was as pale as paper, and her hands were cold, like ice cubes, but she was still breathing, although a little weak. She could even raise her hand to touch his face, touch his nose, touch the long scar from his eyebrow to his ear, and comfort him with a smile: "I just... suddenly have no strength, don't be nervous."
She held his hand.
Mr. Jing found that his hands were shaking violently and his whole body was shaking.
He was scared.
Chen Qing scratched his palm affectionately with her fingers: "You... don't be afraid."
Jing Xiu choked and coughed, almost crying, and said, "I'm not afraid."
"Okay." Chen Qing touched his slender and soft eyebrows, which were as beautiful as a girl's, and said softly, "You are very brave, and you have always been very brave."
When you were little, you dared to sneak down the mountain to find your father without telling anyone. If I hadn't stopped you on the way, you would have been taken away by the wolves in the mountain. Fate, sometimes it's so unreasonable.
Unfortunately, it was about to end, and she had already seen the end of this road. It should be said that she should have known the ending when she promised the late emperor to help Jing Xiu, or perhaps even earlier, when she took over the Broken Snow Order from her master.
The lord of Poxue responds to the signs of troubled times and chooses a wise lord to follow. When the country is stable, the lord will die.
I am still unwilling and too greedy.
With a long sigh in her heart, she tried to open her eyes wide and forced back the tears. At the same time, she also engraved the person in front of her in her heart. She said to Jing Xiu: "You will be braver in the future."
"I don't want it!"
Chen Qingwei was slightly startled.
Jing Xiu looked at her and said word by word: "I, don't, want it!"
It would be too late to say some things. The fear that followed him everywhere was like a heavy shadow, and Jing Xiu's words were incoherent: "The coronation ceremony will be held in a month. At that time, I will take you to the Nine Dragons Terrace to offer sacrifices to the heavens and declare you the mother of the Chu State and my only wife. I said, I said, if I can become the emperor in the future, I will marry you as the queen. Do you remember?"
Chen chuckled and said, "I remember."
"Do you agree?" She didn't agree at that time. Jing Xiu looked at her with burning eyes and asked, "Now, I want to marry you. Do you agree?"
"Agree." Chen Qing still smiled, so beautifully and gently, his eyes and eyebrows seemed to be shining.
Jing Xiu was still uneasy: "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying to you." Chen Qing used his arm to prop up her upper body, gave him a light kiss on the lips, and shrank into his arms. "A Xiu, it's so cold here, carry me back to the house."
Jing Xiu picked up a pair of shoes beside her, squatted down and put them on her, then took off his cloak and put it around her, helped her up, and made her lie on his back.
"Hold on tight, I'm not responsible if you fall."
Chen Qing touched his shoulder, slowly moved down, and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck. His shoulders were still so thin and weak, but so strong that they could support the country and protect her. This body had suffered too many injuries, and the deepest and heaviest injuries were all caused by her.
It must be painful, right? But she wasn't by his side at those times, and couldn't be there.
She knew the situation outside very well, and she had to leave in order to complete her final mission and let him go.
She turned her face away slightly to prevent her tears from dripping onto Jing Xiu's neck.
"I went to see your wedding dress yesterday. It's also black, with the same pattern as my robe. I'll have the tailor take your measurements and make some detailed alterations. There's still a month left, so there's no rush."
"good."
"I know what you are worried about. Although there are still two court officials who oppose it, most people think that this is my family affair and there is no need for them to interfere. You can just wait in the palace."
"Okay." She patted the person's shoulder. Jing Xiu paused. Chen Qingfang said softly, "Walk slower."
"Okay," Jing Xiu looked at the short distance to go and slowed down his pace. His eyes were instantly filled with tears, and he continued in a hoarse voice: "I've made up my mind. This palace will be abandoned in the future. You can move into my palace. Anyway, you are my only wife and I will not marry anyone else. This part of the harem will be turned into a vegetable garden and a flower garden. When I come back from court..."
The hands that were around his neck quietly and slowly loosened their grip, and the weight lost its support and pressed down on his shoulders.
Jing Xiu took a deep breath, and couldn't hold back any longer. A tear fell into the snow, and she choked with sobs as she continued, "We can just plant some crops here and weed. What do you think?"
The only answer he got was almost dead silence.
The back of his hand suddenly felt hot, then cold. He lowered his eyes and saw a drop of black blood dripping from his back and body, gathering on his fingertips and seeping into the snow. Looking back, he saw a long, winding line of blood that had spread out from there without him noticing, extending to the place where Chen Qing had just fallen.
He seemed to have lost all his strength in an instant and knelt down with his knees buried deep in the snow. The person behind him fell down as well. Jing Xiucai seemed to react and turned around in horror to catch her. There was black blood at the corner of Chen Qing's mouth and her eyes had been closed forever.
Jing Xiu looked at the person in his arms almost indifferently, as if he suddenly didn't recognize this person who had been entangled with him for half his life. How could the person lying here motionless be her? He thought blankly and somewhat helplessly, it can't be her.
He stared blankly like that for a long, long time, until the tears in his eyes dried up and his eyeballs turned red.
It started snowing again and a cold wind blew. Chen Qing's lips had turned completely white and his hands and feet were stiff.
Jing Xiu raised his head, snowflakes fell into his eyes, and a short, formless whimper came from his throat. After this whimper, he opened his mouth again, but there was no sound. He just clenched Chen Qing's cold hand tightly with his fingers, pressed it against his face, and instantly, tears flowed like rain.
It turns out that when people are truly grief-stricken to the extreme, they cannot make any sound.
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"Cut," Qin Hanlin cried loudly behind the monitor, and once again determined to send a box of razor blades to screenwriter Zhou Yiwen. He wiped his tears, took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly, "Pass!"
No one in the crew moved. They all burst into tears. Some hugged others, while others hugged their bags.
In the monitor, Lu Yinbing was still holding Xia Yitong. Xia Yitong opened her eyes, her face full of cold tears, most of which were from Lu Yinbing, and a small part was her own. She wiped her tears with her hand: "Don't cry, Teacher Lu, I'm not dead."
Lu Yinbing burst into laughter, took her hand, stood up from the ground, and brushed the snow off his body.
The photographer also recorded this part as a behind-the-scenes video for later use.
"Congratulations, Teacher Xia! The filming was completed successfully!"
The crew members, production team and director team came up to shake hands and hug Xia Yitong, thanking her for her wholehearted dedication to the filming for the past six months. Xia Yitong had just cried while acting and now she was crying again.
The girls couldn't stop crying from beginning to end.
Xia Yitong thanked everyone one by one and presented the gifts he had prepared. When it came to Qin Hanlin, Qin Hanlin shed a few tears and said in a casual manner: "There's nothing to say. Keep working hard in the future. Don't forget me when you become rich, or I'll go to your door and cry."
Xia Yitong was left in a state of confusion.
Qin Hanlin patted her shoulder and said in a low voice: "From a director's perspective, you are a real actor. Don't underestimate yourself. Take every step steadily. There will always be a day when you will shine."
Xia Yitong nodded seriously.
Finally it was Lu Yinbing's turn. Lu Yinbing stood aside and watched her hug them one by one. She had to say a few words. It was impossible for her not to be jealous. There were already signs of an outburst.
Nothing was more natural than at this moment. Xia Yitong walked over and, naturally, gave Lu Yinbing a big hug with all her strength.
Lu Yinbing's half-blown hair slowly smoothed down and he hugged her back.
The two hugged for three seconds and then separated.
Lu Yinbing asked: "What are your plans next?"
Xia Yitong said: "Prepare for the promotion of the TV series."
Lu Yinbing asked: "How long?"
Xia Yitong said honestly: "It depends on the arrangement. It will probably last until after the New Year."
Lu Yinbing hugged her again and took a deep breath of Xia Yitong's scent in the crook of her neck.
"Congratulations on the completion. See you in Beijing."