Lu Yinbing glanced at her, his eyes showing no obvious emotion: "..."
Xia Yitong: “…”
The two of them stood there in silence for three seconds. Lu Yinbing's lips moved slightly, and Xia Yitong immediately tore herself off the door frame as if with divine help: "I, I, I, I'm done."
Lu Yinbing turned back and walked ahead, and Xia Yitong followed in small steps.
Knock on the door.
Qin Hanlin: "Please come in."
"Director Qin." Lu Yinbing brought Xia Yitong in.
Xia Yitong looked calm, but his eyes were looking at Lu Yinbing in front of him with a hidden and greedy look.
Qin Hanlin raised his head casually, and his eyes never left. The two people in front of him were standing one in front of the other, not too far away from each other, but there was an indescribable affection between them.
He almost clapped his hands on the spot; that was the feeling he wanted.
How much like the aloof and arrogant Sixth Prince, who led Chen Qing into such a situation, knowing that it was impossible but still couldn't help but hold on to hope. But the Sixth Prince, who was just a few steps away from her, was unaware of it.
He had been worried that fifteen minutes would not be enough for Xia Yitong to get into the mood, but he didn't expect that she had already gotten into the mood before the audition even started.
Qin Hanlin didn't say a word, for fear that the feeling would disappear.
After Jing Xiu destroyed Guzang, he re-established the Great Chu and ascended the throne as emperor. Everyone knew that he imprisoned a special prisoner in Weiyang Palace. That person was once his father's concubine, his counselor, or someone he had promised to make his queen, but none of these existed. Chen Qing's current identity was just a prisoner. She was not abused in any way, and the palace servants served her attentively. The only thing was that Jing Xiu had never come to see her.
The skin wounds Chen Qing had suffered gradually healed. It snowed heavily again that winter. The doors and windows creaked in the wind, and the palace servants lit stoves in the four corners of the house.
Jing Xiu came at this time braving the wind and snow.
"Action!"
Xia Yitong kept rubbing her cold fingers. No matter how warm the stove was, the room could not resist the chill coming out of her body. She had been becoming more and more afraid of the cold lately. She could not sit still any longer, so she stood up and walked around the room.
As she walked, she instructed the maid, speaking in her usual noble voice: "Bring me a robe, the thickest one."
The palace maid responded and walked out, but the door was pushed open from the outside. Lu Yinbing appeared at the door. Her expression was silent. Before entering, she rubbed the non-existent snow and mud on her boots on the threshold. There was no guard or palace maid following her. She turned around, closed the door, and walked over slowly alone.
As she walked slowly, the scenery around her seemed to change, turning into a magnificent and warm palace, with blazing stoves burning on all sides, and the charcoal fire making crackling sounds.
She untied the collar of her cloak and casually threw it aside like an aristocrat who had lived a life of luxury for many years.
The palace maids retreated like the tide.
Xia Yitong was nervous.
"I've been dealing with government affairs these days and have neglected you. You won't blame me, will you?" After the maid left, Lu Yinbing seemed to have changed into a different person. Her expression immediately became gentle and lively. She quickly stepped forward, wrapped Xia Yitong's hands with her own, blew a breath into her palms, raised her head and asked with concern, "Is it very cold?"
Xia Yitong was stunned.
Didn't they agree to betray and break up? What does this mean? And she didn't even feel the strong aura Laiying mentioned.
She was silent for about a second, shook her head and said softly, "It's not cold."
"Not cold?" Lu Yinbing frowned slowly, staring at her with a look that seemed to indicate he didn't recognize her anymore, "But... didn't you say before that you were afraid of the cold?"
Xia Yitong was about to speak: "I..."
Then she saw Lu Yinbing's eyes turn red without warning, and she complained like a child, "You lied to me again."
She has acted with many people, but she has never seen anyone who is considerate and tender one moment, frowned the next, and then immediately revealed deep sadness. All this happens within three seconds, and the emotional change is not abrupt at all.
"How could I lie to you?" Xia Yitong couldn't help but put his fingers on her beautiful eyes, and then touched her small ears from the corners of her eyes. He whispered in a low voice, just like he whispered on the bed in the past: "I will never lie to you."
I can give you my life, how could I bear to lie to you.
I can't bear to do that.
Lu Yinbing enjoyed her intimate touch and rested her chin on Xia Yitong's shoulder. Xia Yitong opened her eyes wide, her body stiffened for a moment, then she raised her hands and gently hugged her, as if hugging a light feather.
She almost forgot that she was at an audition, her nostrils were filled with a strange aroma that seemed to have appeared in her dreams countless times. Her fingers trembled slightly, and she almost greedily desired this hug.
Lu Yinbing closed her eyes, her hands hanging by her sides, tears oozing from the corners of her eyes.
Outside the camera, Qin Hanlin stared intently. In these three auditions, Lu Yinbing's performance was actually different each time. She would perform according to the different feelings presented to her by her partner, but the highlights later were similar, and the focus was also in the second half.
"Enough." Lu Yinbing slowly withdrew himself from her side step by step, and at the same time, he retracted the sadness and attachment revealed on his face bit by bit. In the end, he actually slowly revealed a sarcastic smile.
Xia Yitong looked at her smile and felt her heart tighten for no reason. She subconsciously grabbed her sleeve.
"The acting was very realistic." Lu Yinbing raised his hands and clapped twice, saying coldly, "But this is the end. Do you think I will still believe you?"
Xia Yitong did not show any surprise.
"Chen Qing." Lu Yinbing tilted his head and asked, "Is this your name? Or did you lie to me about your name? Yu Zhuji?"
Xia Yitong's expression finally changed.
"Did I guess right again? You were so smart before, why are you so stupid now?" She curled her lips mockingly, "Everything is fake. Marrying my father as a concubine is fake, giving me advice is fake, and treating me... Never mind, it's better not to mention these things. It's useless to talk about them. Hey, where is the wine in this palace?"
Xia Yitong silently fetched the wine for her, put it on the stove to warm it, and asked, "Do you want me to drink with you?"
"Tell me who you are first."
"I'm Chen Qing."
"Which Chen Qing?"
"Your Highness's Chen Qing."
In the camera, Lu Yinbing paused, a layer of mist quickly filled her eyes, and she felt so sad that she almost burst into tears. At the same time, she clenched her teeth so hard that she could almost smell the blood in her mouth.
Lu Yinbing lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes casting an ominous shadow, and said lightly: "There is no His Majesty in this palace anymore."
Xia Yitong said: "But I still have His Highness in my heart."
"The previous Chen Qing was willing to die for me, what about you?"
"nature."
There was a long silence.
Xia Yitong suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the hall was not right, as if all the warmth had been sucked away in an instant. She felt very cold. She looked towards the direction of the hall door. Was the door open? No.
Then she looked at the person sitting in front of her in astonishment, only to find that all the coldness in the room was emanating from her.
Lu Yinbing lowered her head, and her expression could not be seen clearly. However, Xia Yitong was already feeling fear from the bottom of her heart. She didn't know what would happen next, whether as Xia Yitong or as Chen Qing in the play.
She could only wait and see. This was probably what Laiying said. Lu Yinbing's sense of immersion and strong aura when acting really made it easy to get people into the role.
However, she didn't know that this was just Lu Yinbing's deliberate restraint in his acting after the forced kiss incident.
Lu Yinbing raised his head and smiled with the corners of his lips raised.
A smile that is extremely beautiful and extremely dangerous.
That smile sent chills down the spines of everyone present.
Xia Yitong's back suddenly got goose bumps, and her body retreated reflexively before her brain could react. However, it was too late. Lu Yinbing stretched out a hand and tightly grasped her throat. Her thin and frail body somehow had so much strength that he lifted her up from the spot with one hand.
After a dizzying moment, Xia Yitong was pressed down on the bed, with Lu Yinbing's icy-cold, iron-like hand pressing tightly against her throat.