Time passed quickly, and just when the popularity of "The Puppet" dropped slightly, "Huangtu" started broadcasting.

On this night, countless people sat in front of the TV at 9 o'clock in the evening.

As a loyal reader of "Huangtu", Xie Jiajia sat in front of the TV at half past eight.

She loves "Huang Tu", and she loves Fu Nuo in "Huang Tu" even more.

I watched the entertainment inventory, and I also watched "The Puppet", and more than once!

At the beginning, she thought that Luo Bai was only suitable for that kind of amorous character, but a "Puppet Story" amazed her.

Gorgeous and gentle, but with an absolute ruthlessness.

Changsheng, a very complex character, seems to be really alive under the role of Luo Bai!

Nine.

The opening song of "Emperor Tu" sounded.

It was heard at the opening of the entertainment show, and as the drum sounded, an ancient parchment roll gradually unfolded.

That is, Huangtu!

Xie Jiajia hurriedly took out her mobile phone, logged in to the penguin number, and entered the book group.

[Xia Guo ~ Beauty: "Huang Tu" is about to start, are you in front of the TV?! 】

[Xia Guo ~ a little ghostly fox: It must be, in order to see "The Emperor's Picture", Wa held back enough energy to finish his homework before 8:45! 】

[Xia Guo ~ Yan Qianyou: Ahh——!hh ~The opening song is almost over.,I'll close the group first.,Let's talk back~]

[Xia Guo ~ Li Xi: Closed group +1, chat back~]

These are all voice conversations, and at this point, no one has that time to type.

The sound of the opening song gradually decreases.

Screen on the side of the screen.

The mountains and forests are verdant, the peaks are shrouded in clouds and mist, and the mountain streams are slow, with a hint of coolness and a little quietness, flowing down from the heights.

The wind blew and slightly blew away the white mist that wrapped around the mountainside.

And at this time, you can see that there is such an attic on the mountainside.

The snow-white carrier pigeon, drawing a leisurely arc, will finally be in the attic of the mountain.

At this point, the screen switches.

The attic is elegant and quiet, the Zhu household carved railing, a pool of clouds and smoke, a pool of wind, a good place outside the world without disputes.

I could see a slender figure leaning on the windowsill, leaning lazily and lazily, obviously casual, but in the white-clothed young man, it was extremely pleasing to the eye.

The mischievous mountain wind blew the long crow-colored hair of the young man, and the white clothes moved by the wind; The light of the morning light was soft and gorgeous, but it was not half as good as the young man's face.

It was a very good face, better than the spring flowers and autumn moon, better than the snow of early winter.

The clear and bright black eyes seem to be smiling all the time, and with the hook of the young man's red lips, they become more and more handsome and intoxicating.

The snow-white carrier pigeon's wings fluttered, and finally landed on the boy's outstretched fingers.

The fingers that were as white as jade seemed to be a little whiter than the snow feathers on the white pigeon.

The young man in white took out the small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's feet and opened it, and then the young man raised his hand to release the white pigeon.

It's just that the white dove flapped its wings a few times, returned to the young man's hand, and rubbed the young man's fingertips affectionately with his little head, obviously not wanting to leave.

For the naughty little pigeon, Fu Nuo just smiled indulgently and unfolded the rice paper in his hand.

[The old national teacher is dead, and the emperor will summon his son to return soon]

Just two sentences, but Fu Nuo frowned.

After an instant, the white-clothed and black-haired young man suddenly chuckled, "This situation is finally going to change......

The screen stops at this point and switches to something else.