After filming three scenes in a row, Cheng Qingzhi took a boxed lunch a little tired, sat on a chair and ate quietly.

"Cheng Qingzhi, do you know Mr. Yin of the Yin Group?" A low voice suddenly came from behind him.

Cheng Qingzhi turned his eyes sideways and found that the person who came was Zhou Yue, the actress who played the little maid in the play, and I didn't know what she meant by asking this question, "Mr. Yin has invested in the movies I participated in before, and I have had a few relationships, is there a problem?" ”

Seeing the vagueness of her answer, Zhou Yue's eyes darkened, and she asked a little shyly: "Then do you have ...... Mr. Youyin...... phone number? ”

"Nope." Cheng Qingzhi opened the lunch box and said without raising his head, "I'm not familiar with him." ”

"Really?" Zhou Yue smiled dryly, obviously not believing this statement, Yin Mo showed so much favor for her, how could he not give her her phone number? It must be because she was afraid that Yin Mo would be snatched away, so she hid it.

"If you want his phone, you can ask for it yourself." Cheng Qingzhi said unhurriedly.

"I know," Zhou Yue secretly hated in her heart, and unconsciously clenched her fists, if she could ask Yin Mo for the phone number, how could she find Cheng Qingzhi here?

In the final analysis, she was too simple, thinking that this seventeen-year-old girl was so foolish, but it turned out that people were more shrewd than anyone else.

Wait and see, Zhou Yue secretly thought, a seventeen-year-old underage girl, how can she be interesting at a good age, Yin Mo will get tired of her sooner or later.

Cheng Qingzhi looked at his unclear back and was reluctant to leave, and shook his head secretly, not to mention that she didn't have Yin Mo's phone number, even if she had, she wouldn't give it to her.

First, she is not so stupid, how can she put herself in something related to Yin Mo again.

The second is that the calculation on Zhou Yue's face is too obvious, such women abound in the entertainment industry, even if they rely on their relationships to get to the top, but their personalities are too stupid and they won't come to trouble, and they won't last long after all.

Packing up his mood, Cheng Qingzhi finished eating the boxed lunch in his hand, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and sat on the chair quietly watching Tong Zhao and Lin Yan play.

This scene is a scene in which the third prince Rong Zhan and his mother Concubine Xue disagreed, and finally quarreled in the palace and broke up unhappily.

"Mother, don't you understand? The building will fall, if you only look at your own one-acre and three-point field, Dashun will be trampled by the Hu people's iron horse, is this the scene you want to see? ”

"Why doesn't Hongu understand?" Concubine Xue had red eyes and said earnestly: "But you are only a prince now, or a concubine, what can you do?" What can we do? Instead of hitting the stone with an egg, it is better to watch the fire from the other shore and reap the benefits of the fisherman. ”

Rong Zhan was stabbed by her sharp eyes, and a trace of depression crossed her eyes, it was the pain of not being able to have both the family and the country, "If that's the case, then what's the use of me stepping into a high position?" What I want for the mother concubine is singing and dancing, prosperous and prosperous, not an empty and decadent dynasty. ”

"You ......"

"I will not compromise on this matter, and I can't take it calmly, if the mother concubine is unwilling, the son will plan it himself."

After finishing speaking, the third prince brushed his sleeves away, and the snow concubine standing in the rich palace was stunned.

She thought that the son she gave birth to should be of the same heart as her, but unexpectedly, he has so many things in his heart, the family and the country, and the country is not the country he likes from beginning to end, but the people's livelihood in the world.

Concubine Xue didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

She looked out the window at the snowy night and closed her eyes quietly.

"Click! It's over. ”

Lin Yan, who was nervous, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Tong Zhao not far away, and found that he was sitting with Cheng Qingzhi again, his eyes darkened.