In the quiet night sky, a few stars twinkled. The bright moon is hidden in the clouds and mist, faintly faint. The flag on the head of the city fluttered slightly, but did not unfurl.

The night was deep, and in the palace, the young son of heaven did not sleep. He sat upright on the high hall, looked at the person opposite through the bead curtain in front of him, and pretended to ask calmly: "Qing is Dong Zhuo's adopted son?" ”

"Yes." Dressed in a murderous costume to meet the Son of Heaven, the person who went to the temple with a sword and walked on his feet, and who did not have the slightest sense of humility between his words and deeds, replied coldly.

"Dong Zhuo is dead, what are your plans after that?"

"Assist Lu Bu."

Why...... is obviously still mourning for his adoptive father, but he can say so calmly that he wants to assist Lu Bu in such words? The person who killed his adoptive father was Lu Bu...... The Son of Heaven restrained the urge to stand up, pretended to be calm, and did not ask questions, and the minister opposite looked calm and did not answer.

The north wind was tight, and the lights were lit on the top of the city. The rebels attacked the capital. It was Dong Zhuo's old ministry who came to seek revenge. Where is Lu Bu! Why didn't the person who killed Dong Zhuo go to beg for a thief?

When the news reached the palace, the young Son of Heaven was thinking about countermeasures.

First of all, Lu Bu should be found, and then troops should be sent to protect Situ Wang Yun and other ministers who participated in the assassination of Dong Zhuo, and we should also pay attention to the movements of Dong Zhuo and his party...... However, there was no army. In other words, there are not even people who can be sent.

Damn it! Why is there no army! Is there no one available......

When the Son of Heaven was troubled, the minister got up and took leave.

Do you want to join Dong Zhuoyu's party to attack the city together? No, if so, wouldn't it be more advantageous to catch the Son of Heaven first?

This man said that he would assist Lu Bu...... Could it be ......

The camera stopped at this moment, the woman in white wore long hair and left a back for the little emperor. The little emperor's face was covered by five-colored beads, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. The director seemed to be satisfied, let the actors rest for a while, then change the venue, shoot another location, and call it a day today.

Today, Zhao Zheng did not come to the set, and he couldn't shoot any scenes with him. Usually, even if there is no play for him, he will come over to accompany Zhao Xin'er. The crew looked at it, except for a few people, who knew that they were brothers and sisters, and sighed how good this brother was to his sister. The rest of the onlookers were silently munching on dog food.

It seems that things are not going well over there.

For Zhao Xin'er, as long as Zhao Zheng has no physical problems, anything else can be done. It's a little frustration, and it's fun to be bullied by someone. Don't worry, Zhao Zheng will take care of everything, at least, there has been no failure now.

Now, accompanying Zhao Xin'er is naturally her only minister. "Lu Bu" dressed in gold armor, accompanied by "Diao Chan" dressed in white, in the classical architecture, the picture is very beautiful.

Every move is very intimate, serving tea, handing water, sending clothes, wiping sweat and makeup, feeding snacks, pulling little hands, cutting hair, snuggling together to read the script...... No matter how you look at it, you think they're a real couple!

My boyfriend isn't around, so I'm going to hook up with other men right away! I really don't know what's so good about this kind of woman!

A group of girls who don't have boyfriends immediately turned black. silently picked up the small mobile phone, planning to take a picture and send it to a circle of friends, and circle Zhao Zheng by the way. However, Zhao Zheng doesn't seem to be on the list......

On the other side, the woman in the purple costume pressed the photo button, processed the photo technology, and then added some text, plus some photos that had been processed before, and sent them to major forums with a trumpet, which set off a storm for a period of time afterward.

This kind of routine of becoming popular before it is broadcast is the routine that TV dramas should have. Black fans are also fans, don't pick fans for a newcomer~ Thinking of this, the corners of the woman's mouth rose slightly, and after noticing that there were other people present, she pretended to be swiping Weibo.

"Don't go!" The little emperor chased after him and caught up with the woman at the city gate, "You are just a girl, you don't need to carry so much." ”。

A pair of small hands grabbed the corner of the woman's clothes. The woman did not look back and did not speak. White chiffon slipped from the hands of the little emperor. Catch up, grab again, a short knife out of the sheath. The gate was opened, and the woman went out of the city, and until the gate was closed again, she never looked back, nor did she say a word. The weak woman threw herself into the battlefield like this, without hesitation.

The back can only be the back......

The little emperor held the half-sleeve in his hand tightly. Soft chiffon, fluttering in the wind, is beautiful and thin. The only thing that could be seen through the translucent fabric was the closed gates. Soon after, the servants chased him and dragged him back to the palace.

"What you leave me with will always be my back......"

"I'll do my best! When I grow up, I will definitely marry you as a concubine! ”

"So, if you want to live, you must live......"

The rebels broke through the gates, and the city was in flames. The strategist dressed in mourning clothes, carrying a wooden box wrapped in a white cloth, found Lu Bu, broke through the siege, and escaped from the capital.

Lü Bu's followers merged one after another, converging into an army.

"Since you are mourning for Dong Zhuo, why do you want to follow Lone?"

"Jun and I are both Zhong Ying's adopted sons. I started first, that is, my brother. The son follows the father, the younger brother follows the brother, and the common sense of the world is also. My brother has no doubts. There is no doubt about it~" obviously said serious words, but the tone was a little frivolous, and the tail note was raised, and it seemed to be smiling.

I don't know the truth, I don't know the truth. It just so happened that Lu Bu didn't care about this. Whether they are concentric or not, at least for now. Peers are regarded as their own people, and those who go back are regarded as enemies. Lu Bu's way of distinguishing friend from foe is as simple as that.

When he went against Dong Zhuo, who had the same way of thinking, he immediately made a decision: kill! The reason is very simple: in the same situation, Dong Zhuo will do the same. If one must die, it must not be oneself who dies. Therefore, it is father and son, adoptive father and adopted son, and they are also father and son......

It's just that not every adopted son is like an adoptive father, just like this strategist who is now following Lu Bu while mourning for Dong Zhuo; There is also the girl who was carefully protected by Lu Bu, and never hurt a single bit even when she was in the sword and halberd.

"Lu Bu." The girl's eyes were closed, and compared with the women of her time, some short white hair was scattered and draped, and the goose-yellow coat was blown by the wind, affecting Lu Bu's vision. Lu Bu didn't complain about this, but just freed up one hand to cut her hair and trim her clothes.

"Let's go to Yuan Shu. I guess I'm going there......"

"yes...... It's time to go there. ”

"After that, it's time for Yuan Shao......" The girl opened her eyes and her gaze stayed on the other person.

The white clothes in the wind, the beautiful young man, under the night, in the moonlight, floated like a fairy. How many years have you known each other? The face has not changed, but the heart has changed?

They are also people who do not belong to this era, and they should not have been here in the first place. Is it a dream, a play, or is it real? Life is like a play, floating life is like a dream, in the confusion of time and space, will there be a real history? Unknowable, unspeakable......

"What's wrong?"

"I want Brother Wenya to carry me."

"It's good that he can take care of himself, if you fight again, only Lone can protect you."

"If there is no Red Rabbit, even you can't break through with me."

"Now, I have Chitu!"

"Hmmm......"

On the other side, the white-clad strategist smiled, at least what seemed to be a smile. Snow-covered with red plums. Blooming, reflecting, infecting, covering. When red overwhelms white, snow becomes bloody. Despite the different colors, he is still him, poignant and beautiful, not of this world, not of this world.

The dried blood, the flowing blood, intertwined, fused, encroached, similar colors, indeed different reds. Between life and death, at the time of death and life, the strategist waved his long sword, leaving traces of blood on the snow.

Shake off the remaining blood from the sword, pull a cloth and wipe it, and withdraw it into the sheath. is still a literati posture, a noble son with a bad fate, he looks a little sick and weak, and he seems to be unable to saddle a horse, and he doesn't look like he has killed many people at all. Coupled with this face that is more beautiful than a woman, it is not difficult to capture the hearts of young men and girls. It's especially easy for girls who are overflowing with sympathy to have some fantasies.

Therefore, Lu Bu will not let him take care of the girl in his arms! It's just that they were also adopted by Dong Zhuo, so they were destined to become righteous brothers, and they had no blood relationship. Without the connection of blood, the hearts will not be the same, and without interests, who will recognize this brotherhood.

After Dong Zhuo, his adoptive father, was killed by Lu Bu, the only connection was broken, and that was a passerby. Now, they just happen to be on the same path, pretending to be brothers. Even if he is a sibling, such a brother cannot take care of people, and it is not good to disturb the brother's heart.

A makeshift camp with bonfires and cauldrons. The warrior who removed the armor rolled up his sleeves, the short knife was unsheathed, and a piece of boneless cooked meat was divided into three parts: one large and two small. The warrior looked at the food that had been divided, thought about it, and then cut the largest piece into small pieces, found a deerskin pocket, and handed it to the woman in white who was sitting on the grass covered with animal fur.

The military advisor dressed in black cut a section of bamboo, chiseled through one end, filled a bamboo tube of broth, and handed it to the woman who was eating meat. The military general, who sat down next to the woman, handed a piece of meat to the military advisor. The military advisor hesitated for a moment, but finally took the meat. He sat down on the other side of the woman, bowing his head and nibbling on the meat that had not been cut into small pieces.

The resentful eyes showed dissatisfaction with the general, which was stronger than before; The domineering spirit that can't be concealed is quite noisy. The military general is not to be outdone, but it seems that he is a little worse in aura, although he is unwilling to admit it, but he is helpless.

The director was very satisfied with the shot that NG tried to shoot again after many times. A civil servant with the temperament of a king is a civil servant who can rebel! Although the director always thought that this shot could be done over and over again, in order to have a more perfect way of expression, it was okay to shoot it several times.

After filming this scene, I can call it a day today. Changed clothes,Makeup removed,The female owner and the two male protagonists here plan to have a meal together.,Then go home and sleep together.。

Today, Zhao Zheng finally appeared on the set, not in a very good state, and seemed to be in a bad mood. Recently, I've been doing a lot of things, and I've been a little busy, and even my dressing style has changed.

I didn't wear that weird red and black chinoiserie suit, and I didn't bring that bunch of exaggerated sunscreen gear. Zhao Zheng, who has taken off his makeup, still has black hair and black eyes, and his complexion seems to be a little darker, without blood, and he is less angry. I must not want to cover my face, so I repainted my life makeup.

Dressed in a casual dress of a different color from the same style, with a red rope tied around each wrist, and a black-purple stone worn with a bronze chain hanging from his chest, Zhao Zheng still looked so different, exuding a strange and dangerous aura.

Zhao Zheng has always been such a misfit, perhaps because he was born with white hair and red eyes, which isolated him from the crowd. has always been a maverick, has always been a person who insists, unwilling to compromise and unwilling to go with others.

The phoenix soars in the thousands, not inhabiting. (Quoted from Luo Guanzhong's "Romance of the Three Kingdoms: The Thirty-seventh Chapter")

Like the phoenix, he is pretentious, flying alone at heights that no one else can reach, and there is no place to rest except for a noble tree like Wu.

Ji is always vigilant, and always feels that today's Zhao Zheng seems abnormal, but he can't say what's wrong. In short, let the lord stay away from him, well, three meters, no, seven meters should be about the same...... In other words, how far is seven meters?

I am not so familiar with the conversion of units. No matter how far away it is, wouldn't it be nice to have one between the lord and Zhao Zheng! Ji thinks that he is still quite witty, who said that the overlord of Xichu has no brains! How can you survive in human form without brains?

Ji didn't realize at all that when the lord and Zhao Zheng were walking side by side, as the lord of the lord, he walked behind the lord and had no chance to intervene.

As night fell, a bewitching male voice came from the air, and the white-clothed strategist coincided with Zhao Xin'er's figure.

"Feather ...... I've been waiting for you for a long time......"