Chapter 1 Yuan 161

Zheng Liuyi lay quietly on the bed, and pictures kept playing back in his mind: The newspaper arranged for him and Feng Min, a hot police flower of the criminal police team, to pretend to be a couple to go undercover in the cult "True God Cult". Even if you fight to the death, you will be heroic once, die like a man, and your family can still receive a large pension.

But this stupid woman with big breasts and no brains chose to jump off the cliff, and before she could do the fake show, she was killed and her bones were gone.

No bones? So, where is this again?

Zheng Liuyi struggled to open his eyes, and a beautiful woman in Hanfu was looking at him lovingly, with a tired face.

What's going on? Even if you are a hero, you don't need to arrange such an antique bedroom, let alone a beautiful woman dressed like this to greet you, I have always been very low-key, just a young and modern beauty, there is no need to be so grand, Zheng Liuyi thought shamelessly.

"Yuanyi, my child, you're finally awake!" The woman took his hand and put it on her face, and wept with joy.

Seeing the woman's true feelings, Zheng Liuyi couldn't help but sigh, this acting is really good, and it is really blind not to win the Oscar.

Yuan Yi? Acting, huh? Wouldn't I be Zheng Liuyi?

I can't act to be an undercover agent, I've died 800 times, I'll accompany you to act today, and see how you go in this plot!

Zheng Liuyi moved his body slightly, but he couldn't exert any strength in his body, so he had to speak: "Mother, don't you worry, aren't I awake?" ”

The woman's tears were not dry, and she said happily: "Yuan Yi, you see that my mother is really happy and confused. The woman stood up and shouted to the door, "Wushuang, go and tell the master that the young master is awake." ”

I saw a slender pretty girl turn around and walk out of the room and rush away.

Chengdu in Shu County, Yizhou is full of traffic and is very prosperous, and a courtyard on Huangcheng Road, the central street, is particularly conspicuous. The door is tall and majestic, dignified and solemn, and four tall officials with long knives at their waists are lined up on both sides, looking ahead, not smiling, and seem to be incompatible with the bustle and noise outside the door.

In the inner courtyard, Zheng Zongwen was sitting in the study at the moment, frowning and looking tired.

Not long ago, his sixteen-year-old son Zheng Yuanyi had an argument with the son of the school captain Wang Gang, and he was hit the head and fell unconscious.

Now that a month has passed, Zheng Yuanyi still has no signs of waking up, but he is afraid that it will be more auspicious and less auspicious, which makes Zheng Zongwen anxious.

"Master, master, young master is awake!" Wushuang trotted for a while, and shouted loudly before he reached the door of the study.

To Zheng Zongwen's ears, this sentence was tantamount to the sound of heaven, and he hurriedly stood up excitedly and ran to the west wing.

It is indeed a bit difficult to play continuously, Zheng Liuyi pretended to be sleepy, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Suddenly, I heard a rush of footsteps outside the door, opened my eyes slightly, and saw a middle-aged man dressed in Hanfu walking in.

This person is tall, with a Chinese face, and an elegant air between his eyebrows, which is Zheng Zongwen, the owner of this house.

Zheng Zongwen walked quickly to the bed and hugged Zheng Liuyi tightly into his arms: "Yuan Yi, you finally woke up, and you are in a hurry to die of your father." ”

Being hugged by a big man, Zheng Liuyi is really not used to it. Seeing the couple in tears, they were very involved in the play, and Zheng Liuyi also shed tears of emotion very cooperatively.

"Yuan Yi, after this injury is healed, don't fight with others anymore, study with peace of mind, marry a wife and have children, and spread the branches and leaves for my Zheng family. You're sixteen now, and you're ready to start a family. Zheng Zongwen rubbed Zheng Liuyi's shoulders and gently soothed them.

Sixteen years old? Get married? What era is this historical drama?

Zheng Liuyi couldn't help but wonder: How did this director arrange for me to let a twenty-five-year-old adult man play a sixteen-year-old boy, it's really a little challenging, and it tests my acting skills, right? I don't mind breaking through myself a bit, either.

Zheng Liuyi pretended to be very well-behaved and said, "I know, Dad, everything is up to you." ”

"You have been in a coma for more than a month with this injury, if your body allows, you should walk more and adapt to it, otherwise your limbs will be stiff." Zheng Zongwen is extremely concerned about his son's health.

"Yes, I also feel uncomfortable lying down, can someone help me out for a walk?"

It's been acting for so long, why don't you still shout CUT and shoot without editing?

It's always like this, who can stand it.

Zheng Liuyi felt that it was better to get up and look at the environment first.

"Wushuang, help the young master to the back garden for a walk." Madame commanded.

It turns out that this little beauty is playing Wushuang, such a good opportunity, we must seize the opportunity and get in touch with more. Zheng Liuyi lifted his legs with difficulty, and was just about to get out of bed, feeling that his legs were sore and swollen, as if they were not his own, and he didn't obey the call at all.

More than a month asleep? Is this true? His body knew best, and Zheng Liuyi couldn't help but tremble.

Wushuang had already come to the side of the bed and helped Zheng Liu out of bed. As soon as Zheng Liuyi got out of bed and stood up, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Seeing this, Madam opened her mouth and said, "Wushuang, it seems that you can't help him alone, go and let Tianfu Tianlu call over." ”

Blessed with heaven? Why isn't it Qingwen Qiuxiang?

Instead of letting the two men help, my brother would rather support the wall!

"Mother, it's okay, I can insist, just let Wushuang hold me." With such a good opportunity to get in touch with beautiful women, how could Zheng Liuyi give up so easily?

As soon as he took a step, Zheng Liuyi felt that his legs were as difficult to move as a stake, and since the words had been spoken, he had to grit his teeth and insist, and slowly moved towards the door with the support of Wushuang.

A burst of virgin fragrance wafted into his nose, Zheng Liuyi was dizzy for a while, and a little fluttering.

When he got up, Zheng Liuyi had already looked at the room again, and found that the furnishings in the room were all antique, especially the mirror by the door, which could be seen at a glance that it was a very authentic ancient bronze mirror.

I really admire the props master of this crew, it's just a play, and it's not a blockbuster, is it worth putting in so much effort?

Moving to the door, Zheng Liuyi paused slightly, and carefully looked at himself in the mirror: dressed in Hanfu, with long hair, his face can no longer be described by the word young, it should be said that this is a childish face, as if he was sixteen years old. The figure is as tall as himself, but he has lost a lot of weight. However, after wearing the ancient costume, in addition to his face being a little haggard, the whole person has a feeling of being handsome and chic, and the jade tree is in the wind.

The skill of this makeup and the level of this prop are really admirable. If Lao Tzu's drama becomes popular, in the future, I will invite this group of people, Zheng Liuyi thought cheaply.

Why don't you see cameras, lights, and recordings?

When he went out, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, he said that he would go out when he went out, and the director didn't stop him? How the plot is played, it's all up to the actors?

It's really evil, isn't this acting?

Zheng Liuyi stretched out his hand and pulled his hair hard, it was not a wig! I originally had short hair, and I didn't have it for three or five years, so I definitely couldn't grow it that long.

Could it be that it has crossed over, or has it been taken away?