Dressed in white and snowy, with fluttering clothes and long black hair, messy in the wind, a beam of light hitting a stone, looking so desolate. The white-clothed monarch stroked the stone in front of him with trembling hands, and two lines of hot tears flowed down his face that was as warm as an ice cube.

"Is this the end of me? My country, my ......"

A white light rushed in, and a man in red fell from the sky. The white light dissipated, the bright red clothes, the dancing accessories, a golden crown tied casually to the head, and a short knife held tightly in the hand. The man in ancient costume looked at the monarch's face affectionately, stepped forward, shook the monarch's hand, and knelt down on one knee with tears in his eyes.

"Finally found, my lord...... This time, you must be the king! ”

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked (quoting Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell, Cold Cicada Poignant").

The gentleman and the minister on the stage kept this posture and this expression, and at that moment, time seemed to have stopped.

The timeline moves forward, to an era a thousand years ago.

On that night of the death of the country, the monarch who was disillusioned watched the mountains and rivers shatter and the stars fall. Walk to the abyss in the bloody yellow sand, use the stubborn stone as a tombstone, and go to the end.

At this end, the lonely monarch met his loyal ministers. The man dressed in red, carrying a halberd, came to the rescue, and made an oath:

"This life is the minister of the king, and this body is the king's drive!"

Time flies, and thousands of years later.

Silence of the Mystery.

I don't know how long it took, the white-clothed Jun took the initiative to move his head, tilted his head, and his sad expression had already been thrown into the depths of some black hole: "Who are you?" The monarch tried to pull out the hand that had been caught, but the other party grabbed it so tightly that it seemed like even the bones were about to be crushed. Is this the legendary innate divine power, it feels a little scary......

"He is the minister of the king." The man, who claimed to be a citizen, looked like a courtier, bowed his head, and replied in a very humble tone.

"Urgent...... Which one is it? The monarch searched in his head, but could not find anyone with that name. Besides, how can anyone have a single name in this day and age? It's not the full name, right......

"Chenxiang's family, name." Seeing the monarch's indifferent expression, his eyes darkened: Don't you remember? Also, how can you remember how many years have passed...... Despite this, he still held the monarch's hand and refused to let go.

"Xiang's name is urgent...... Camera? "The monarch finally knew, this man is called the camera. How could anyone use a camera as a name? I don't know how I came up with it...... But now is not the time to dwell on the name, this is on stage, in the show......

What to do? What to do? This person who came out of nowhere doesn't follow the script......

According to the script, it should be over here! The director watching from the side curtain flipped through the script: It's really over, is it changing the script again, why don't I know......

On the other side, the screenwriter girl looked at this scene on the stage, silently raised the script to cover her mouth, and her eyes shone like stars: Come on! You can do it!

The instructor sat firmly in the audience, he smiled and watched this scene on the stage, with great interest: This little girl is playing by herself...... Not bad, not bad, promising......

On the stage, the monarch's brain began to work at high speed, as if he had thought of a countermeasure. The monarch grasped the hand that was holding her, lowered his head slightly, met the gaze of the member, and affectionately read out the lines that were not in the script:

"You and I have been together for many years, how can I be willing to leave you......" Before the words were finished, the monarch changed his face in a second, looking grief-stricken, facing the audience, "Ah, let's go to that world together and take back my country!" ”

At this moment, the curtain slowly fell, and the audience applauded.

"It's so loving~"

"The acting is so good, I almost believed it!"

"My family is cute~"

"Who's that man?"

In this way, Zhao Xiner's report performance ended in applause.

Okay, so now the question is......

"You can let go of my hand." There is no emotion, not even the intonation of the fluctuation. There was no expression on his face, just lips moving. Zhao Xin'er, the beauty who played the monarch on the stage, is now like a real monarch, condescending, and issued an order to the man kneeling in front of her:

"Let it go."

"Yui."

Ji immediately let go of Zhao Xin'er's hand, and his eyes were full of loss, like a puppy abandoned by his owner. He remained on one knee, his head bowed, as if he was about to cry.

In this regard, Zhao Xin'er walked off the stage as if she hadn't seen anything. When I got to the top of the stairs, I still didn't move.

The next show is about to start, Zhao Xin'er looked at the curtain that was about to rise, and sighed helplessly.

"Come with me. Don't trouble me. ”

The abandoned puppy saw the sun, and his eyes suddenly brightened: "Yui." The man named followed Zhao Xin'er all the way, from the stage to the backstage, and then to the dressing room.

"You want to see me change my clothes?" Zhao Xin'er, who was expressionless, said this sentence in a very smooth tone.

After slowing down for half a beat, he understood what Zhao Xin'er wanted to express, and a suspicious red appeared on his face. He respectfully stepped aside, turned around, leaned against the wall, and waited quietly outside. He had been waiting, waiting quietly, never thinking about whether Zhao Xin'er would leave him behind.

The long wait, the longest ten minutes in my life.

Zhao Xin'er changed out of her white costume, took off her wig, and removed her makeup. She wore shoulder-length maroon curls, a white shirt and a black skirt, like a modern woman, like the white-clothed monarch on the stage. When she walked by Ji's side, she behaved like a passerby, without any special movements and expressions, and did not speak, so she walked to the elevator, as if she was planning to leave the person who was waiting for her alone.

At this moment, he didn't realize that this woman was Zhao Xin'er, but his body reacted first: "Please take me away, my lord!" Wearing a red ancient costume, he rushed over, took Zhao Xin'er's hand, and knelt down on one knee, just like when they first met.

Zhao Xin'er tilted her head and carefully looked at the "camera" in front of her.

Goose egg face, high nose bridge, delicate facial features. Wheat-colored skin looks shiny; The black and white eyes are a little deep; The corners of the eyes that are hooked upwards are a little bewitching. Her long hair is neatly tied up on top of her head, and she wears a golden crown studded with pearls and pheasant tails, and she wears a red costume with white trim. Coupled with sincere little eyes, a resentful little expression, perfect!

"You can follow me from now on."

"Yui." This man, who looks like he has traveled from ancient times from the inside out, found his lord Zhao Xin'er, "My lord, I will be your minister in the future, and I will assist you well, and I swear by this life!" ”

Zhao Xin'er looked at Ji Ji coldly, and said lightly: "It's not the lord, it's the princess." He paused for another half a beat, and then the look on his face changed from excitement to surprise, and finally to joy: "Only, my princess." ”

After harvesting a minister, Zhao Xin'er's heart was not turbulent. She walked into the elevator with Ji, and when the elevator began to close, she opened her arms, hugged Zhao Xin'er's waist from behind, jumped backwards, and jumped out of the elevator.

The elevator door was closed, but Ji was still holding Zhao Xin'er, and he had no intention of letting go.

Zhao Xin'er didn't speak, looked at the number on the display screen next to the elevator, slowly decreased from "6", and gently patted the hands that were still holding her waist.

Then he looked at the stairs and windows, and asked in a flat tone, "Take the stairs or jump off the stairs?" ”

Ji still maintained this posture, slowly moved to the window, looked out the window, and then his face turned white.

So high...... How did you get up? If you jump, you're either dead or injured......

Ji quickly moved away from the window, turned his head mechanically, met the gaze of Zhao Xin'er, who was looking back at him, and replied very seriously: "Lord, well, princess, let's take the stairs." ”

Zhao Xin'er nodded, looked at Ji Ji expressionlessly, and asked calmly: "Can you let go?" ”

Ji seemed to be frightened by the fact that he was now standing on the sixth floor, and instead of letting go, he hugged Zhao Xin'er tighter.

Zhao Xin'er looked at Ji, looked at Zhao Xin'er, and time stopped again.

The modern amenities around it are gone, and in their place are abandoned old buildings. There was a mountain in front of him, and the monarch in a black dress walked into the road, not happy, not angry or sad. He kept walking like this, walking alone, at the end of the aisle, to the entrance of the underground palace. Only one step, that is, yin and yang are separated, and this life will be goodbye forever. The red-clothed generals tried to catch up, and finally, arrived at the last moment. With open arms, he hugged the monarch's waist and dragged the monarch back to the world.

"I can't do it!"

"Only the king's life, if you are not talented, there are tens of millions of soldiers, and the world is not all my king's evil!"

The corridor slowly disappears, and the surrounding scene changes back to its original state. He hugged his lord tightly and refused to let go. If you let go again, will you really say goodbye forever? No, you can't say goodbye......

The black-clothed monarch turned into Zhao Xin'er, and she looked at him quietly, without a change in expression, and without speaking.

"My monarch ......" called to his lord softly, and his thoughts did not return.

A somewhat frivolous male voice came from Zhao Xin'er's body, just like the lord of the family, the monarch in black.

"Membership, you must accompany me to the end~"

Although it was only for a moment, Zhao Xin'er's image coincided with that monarch.

He has a face that is more beautiful than a woman, and a smile can captivate the country and the city. If it is a woman, it must be a red face and trouble, as a man, as a human king, but unintentionally disturbed the heart of the minister.

"Let go first, and then we'll go up the stairs."

The cold face, the ruthless words, and the Zhao Xin'er in front of him, his appearance and body are all similar to that monarch, but he has no feelings...... let go of Zhao Xin'er and returned to his original expression, the expression of a loyal minister.

"Yui."

Zhao Xin'er didn't react to the voice that came from her body and didn't belong to her. It seems that I have long been used to such things, and unrelated people can't hear it, so it's okay, don't care.

Ji didn't think much about it, but firmly believed that Zhao Xin'er was his lord. Whether it is a lord or a princess, as long as it is still that person, no matter how much the appearance and character change, this person is the lord of nationality.

Zhao Xin'er walked a few steps up the stairs, but didn't hear the footsteps coming up, and couldn't help but look back. Standing at the top of the stairs, he stood like this, and his face turned white again. How does this "camera" stand there and not move? Isn't it......

Zhao Xin'er seemed to have discovered something, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a smile: "Are you afraid of standing in a high place?" "I don't speak, I seem to be really afraid of heights. Zhao Xin'er put away her smile and stretched out her hand: "Take my hand, I'll take you up the stairs." ”

grabbed Zhao Xin'er's hand, and under the leadership of Zhao Xin'er, he slowly moved down step by step.

"Don't keep looking downstairs, you won't be scared when you look at me."

"Hmm."

Holding the sovereign's hand, looking at the sovereign's side of the sovereign's face, walking side by side with the sovereign, walking on the seemingly never-ending spiral staircase, approaching the ground step by step, working hard to reach the ground as soon as possible, but hoping to walk on the road forever, one more moment of time to fight with the sovereign, and more happiness of joint efforts, even if you can't eliminate your own anxiety and can't go to the final end, you have no regrets.

"It's here, it's time to let go." Zhao Xin'er walked down the last step with her, looked at the somewhat lost face, and suddenly changed her mind, "I'm going to have dinner with my friends in a while, so you can go too." ”

"Only, my lord!"

"It's not the lord, it's the princess."