She hooked her fingers on Lu Jiu's chin and pulled open the placket of his shirt.

Several wounds crisscrossed his chest.

Slender white fingers ran through the wounds, adding to the pain, but he remained motionless, letting her play with them.

"This wound is not pretty," she seemed to regret, "and that's how the people in the palace are rough." ”

As she spoke, she tore open a scab.

"New meat has to grow together to look good. Oops, this is where the heart is, does it hurt? ”

Lu Jiu: "It doesn't hurt. ”

She condescended to crouch in front of him, stabbed her fingers into the wound, and asked in a coquettish voice, "Then what if I tear out your heart?" ”

He couldn't answer that.

"What a piece of wood, how could I rip out your heart," Song Zhuozhi raised his chin lightly, looked directly at him and asked, "You said you would always put me first, right?" ”

"Yes. Lu Jiu will always be Miss's most heartfelt shadow guard. ”

"That's good, it's not in vain that I love you so much. Ah Jiu, I don't blame you for doing this wrong, if you have the ability to kill the first emperor, you will definitely be able to kill the second emperor, right? ”

She knew that he was seriously injured, but she still urged him to go to the palace for the second time to assassinate the eleventh prince.

Where can this be love, use, coaxing, and trapping.

In short, it won't be love.

He had seen the daily life of Song Zhuozhi and Yongcheng Hou in the past, and when he lowered his head, he blushed and smiled shyly, and occasionally looked at each other and did not speak.

He is very different from Yongcheng Hou, he is just a chess piece that she can hold onto.

But who told him to listen to sweet words that he shouldn't have heard, and to have thoughts that he shouldn't have had?

He looked at the twig pattern on her skirt and said, "Yes." ”

Later, the ghost made a miracle to mention: "Yongcheng Hou is already on the way back to the court." ”

Song Zhuozhi's action of stroking his wound stopped.

"Yongcheng Hou, yes, and Yongcheng Hou. Ah Jiu, why don't you go and kill him first, if Ji Jinyu comes back alive, it will be very bad for us. Only when he dies can we always be together. ”

Lu Jiu was a little moved for a moment.

He has already killed a lot of people, and he is not worse than this one Yongcheng Hou.

As she said, if Yongcheng Hou Ji Jinyu is gone, they will always be together, even if they are not together in a normal relationship, she doesn't really love him, but there is nothing wrong with getting along like this......

No, you can't kill Ji Jinyu.

If Ji Jinyu dies and the border passes are in chaos, there is no second person who can lead the army to fight in the court now, and then the country will not be able to maintain peace, how can we talk about peace and security?

He bowed his head and refused.

"Miss, I'm afraid I won't be able to kill the Eleventh Prince and the Marquis of Yongcheng at the same time."

His wounds were worse than they seem, and perhaps before he could kill one of them, he himself would be killed by someone else's sword.

Song Zhuozhi frowned, sat back on the stool, and stroked his sideburns.

"It's useless. Well, then - kill the Eleventh Prince. ”

Lu Jiu's heart sank.

"Obey your master's commands."

…

"Cards!"

Yu Xia quickly withdrew her hand, and Xie Qingci subconsciously wanted to catch her and shook her empty.

She stood up and walked behind the director to check the shot, leaving him alone on his knees.

She is experienced and withdraws too quickly, but he is still immersed in the role and does not react because of some overlap between reality and the play.

The other actors looked at him vaguely, swept over Yu Xia again, looked at each other and sighed.

Poor Xiao Xie, the first time he liked a girl, he kicked the iron plate.

Xie Qing stood up after a while, walked behind the director, and listened silently to the conversation between the director and Yu Xia.

He was tall, and his gaze at the camera could sweep over her, looking at her small ears, her head full of gold and jade, the broken hair in her ears, her eyelashes, and her eyes that no longer looked at him.

He suddenly felt that his heart was so sour that he was bitter, and he felt a feeling of suffocation that he couldn't breathe.

After Yu Xia finished talking to the director, he didn't give him a chance to speak, and directly called He Ci to send clothes over.

Xie Qingci could only watch her walk away.

Brother Yang came over and patted him: "Let's go, my mouth is so white that I am frozen." ”

He sat back in his place in silence, everyone on the set tacitly did not talk loudly, Sister Luo patted him on the shoulder and sighed, saying:

"Forget it."

Xie Qingci didn't speak, and continued to send a message to the top dialog box with his mobile phone.

Because he didn't block it, he didn't know if she had read the news or not.

If so, why can't you reply to him even a word, if not...... If not, what should he do?

Yu Xia's coldness made him panic, she was angry, would she really want to break up?

The recliner was a few meters away, but she no longer looked at his position.

When filming, it is obvious that she can hug and tell about her love, and as soon as the director shouts the card, she can immediately withdraw.

In this way, even if they are in the same crew, they can meet every day, and even have physical contact in the play, but they are not as good as ordinary colleagues.

Especially for people like Xie Qingci who have tasted sweetness, the gap is too big, and he can't even tell the difference between life in and out of the play.

"Take the medicine," Brother Yang took the medicine prescribed by the hospital and asked in a low voice, "Do you really think it's not burning?" Still uncomfortable? ”

Xie Qing shook his head in resignation.

"Thank you, Brother Yang, I'm much better."

And when he had said this, in the evening he burned again.

Fortunately, Brother Yang asked his assistant to accompany him in advance, and he got up in time to turn on the light to see him in the middle of the night when he heard his uncomfortable whispering.

"Xie Qingci? Qing Ci? ”

"Give me my phone," Xie Qingci's eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse like sandpaper grinding through his throat, "I want her, I want her." ”

The assistant had a sour nose when he heard this, handed him the mobile phone, and whispered to persuade him:

"I don't know what's going on between you, but if it's just that you like her, then she can not respond to you at all. Brother Yang also said, don't be stupid, maybe you just fell in love with that role too deeply in the play. ”

Xie Qingci stubbornly picked up his mobile phone and called Yu Xia.

The bell ringed for a long time during the call, and finally fell silent.

She still didn't answer.

The assistant handed over his phone: "Do you want me to give it a try?" ”

He nodded, endured his dizziness and smoothly entered Yu Xia's number, and then squeezed his phone tightly and waited for it to be connected.

Pity.

She still didn't pick up.

Xie Qingci left the last bit of sobriety, deleted the dialing record on the assistant's mobile phone, and then quietly took the antipyretic medicine, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Yu Xia didn't know until the next day that he had a fever again.

She saw the missed calls from two numbers on her phone in the morning, but she didn't care.

When I arrived on the set, I saw Xie Qingci sitting there with a pale face and putting on makeup, and he just glanced at it.

After changing into costumes, Xiaomei brought over the breakfast bread, and then hesitantly said that Xie Qingci didn't look good.

She replied indifferently: "I think it's good." ”

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