Chapter 822: The First Swordsman in the Rivers and Lakes, Han Zhao
The news that Fu Chaoyan was going to shoot a martial arts drama soon came out.
And the official Weibo of the crew of "Huanhua Sword" also directly announced the lineup of the leading actors.
@浣花剑官方微博" martial arts drama tells the grievances and hatreds of two generations, can they break through the hatred of their parents, uphold justice, and go to the end? ”
Immediately, two fans began to drive the heat below.
"No, why do you want to make a martial arts drama? I don't know if martial arts dramas are the most mushy dramas? ”
"Why doesn't Yanmei go to shoot idol dramas? This kind of face can obviously be used as a vase, why do you have to take on a drama with connotation? ”
"Welcome to pay attention to Yan Mei's previous dramas, and the costumes are not super beautiful, and now there are editing materials again!"
"Fu Chaoyan is the one who sticks all over the entertainment industry, right? I posted Su Jingtong before, and now I come to post our brother again, it's really a post-it note in the world! ”
"Okay, what has your brother Lu Wenmian become? Now it's time to suck the smell of our smoke, right? ”
"Grass, there is a kind of cp who will not fry the two of them in the future!"
"Okay, whoever eats CP powder this piece of traffic, who is a dog!"
No matter which fan it is, the most annoying thing is cp fans.
And the company likes hype for the sake of popularity and profit.
But in the eyes of only fans, what the hell is this hype?
Stir-fry cp, fry cp, it's clearly just to bring heat to the other party for nothing.
I'll put your horse in the pot and stir-fry, it's the hottest.
Grass.
Ahem.
Soon after, the official trailer was launched.
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Xia Chu's love clicked on the trailer, and she was very much looking forward to Fu Chaoyan's appearance this time.
Although the official makeup photos have been released, still pictures are always inferior to GIFs.
There was a flute of piano sounds, accompanied by bursts of birds.
The camera gradually descends to a bamboo clearing. Qiyin
The woman sat on the ground dressed in white, with a guqin in front of her, and an oil-paper umbrella beside her.
The woman in white is beautiful, with delicate eyebrows, and she can't find a single flaw.
She played the guqin seriously, and the sound of the piano was pleasant.
Someone's coming.
Footsteps sounded, and the woman in white raised her eyes and saw a handsome face.
The man rushed over from the storm, and at this time his beard was unshaven and his eyes were bloodshot.
There was no trace of surprise in the eyes of the woman in white, she just stopped playing the piano, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, and said: "Han Zhao, the number one swordsman in the rivers and lakes, actually came to my small purple bamboo forest, it is really a rare guest." ”
Han Zhao hugged his fists and said: "I came this time to ask the palace master to give me an antidote!"
She is your handmaiden, you can spare her life for the sake of the friendship of the past! ”
The woman in white smiled lightly: "Linglong is willing to betray me for you, so you must have the consciousness of being a traitor." ”
Han Zhao knelt down and begged for medicine, and at this time, heavy rain fell.
The woman in white slowly opened her umbrella, ignoring Han Zhao's pleas.
At this moment, Han Zhao sneak attacked!
However, the first swordsman in the rivers and lakes, Han Zhao, died under the sword of the woman in white.
No one saw her sword.
No one saw how she did it.
As soon as the camera turned, a baby boy was born in Chang'an City, thousands of miles away.
And his mother, Linglong, died in this birth.
Eighteen years later.
When Han Ling sneaked into his father's study, he overheard the conversation between his uncle and his aunt.
"Now that Han Ling's martial arts are not successful, how can he avenge his father's murder?"
"Before his mother died, he begged bitterly, let's not go to that person for revenge, let's forget about this matter, let Han Ling be an ordinary person......"
However, Han Ling had already heard this and asked, "Who is the person who killed my father?" ”