The first half of the script was written by An Xiaoye, who had already written it long before the decision to launch the song and dance banquet. Originally, he only wanted to write this half.

After the first half of the performance, everyone at the table looked at him.

Luo Nianyun is a child, where can she stand this bitterness, and shouted with red eyes: "Son, how can you write like this, you see how sad that girl is that she can't wait for her lover, she is separated from her husband in a few days after her marriage, but goodbye is eternal separation." Is this kind of drama written to earn people's tears?"

Even though the elders present are much older than Luo Nianyun, they don't have much more personnel experience, they only have killing and penance in their lives, and they have practiced their love lightly. It's not that An Xiaoye's script is clever, it's just that the two of them danced too movingly, and the tactful ballad was just in time, stirring the heartstrings of everyone present.

When the singing and dancing banquet just began, Liu Ying'er, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, also pulled Gu Zirui to their table, and a group of people in the imperial court surprisingly did not object, Gu Zirui sat down after a while.

At this moment, on the table, Gu Zirui stared at An Xiaoye, not crying like Luo Nianyun, her silver teeth bit her red lips, her face was a little tangled, and this kind of dance made her can't help but reverie.

Even An Xiaoyue's hand holding her younger brother couldn't help but hold it a little tighter. If you think of this clenching, you will never be able to let go of it forever.

Jiang Yuxue saw all this in her eyes, and she was the only one on the entire table who didn't have any gaffes. She glanced at Luo Nianyun, who was about to cry, took An Xiaoye's hand and sighed: "Little girl, this drama is not specifically to earn people's tears, it is to win people's hearts." ”

Yes, the second half is a script written by Jiang Yuxue.

Before leaving, An Xiaoye Hongjian Mountain sent her the script, saying that it was for her to be arranged like this, and it was appropriate to change it.

Jiang Yuxue read the script a few times, because it was boring text, although she looked a little sad, she didn't do anything else. It's just that the more I read, the more I feel that this is just a fragment, and he still hasn't written the next plot.

Send this fragment to yourself, and what you have in mind is already clear.

The audience was still immersed in the grief of the eternal separation of husband and wife, and the music sounded once, still accompanied by singing, but this time, it did not make everyone feel pitiful and weak, but anger mixed with sadness.

The wife, dressed in white, changed into a battle robe.

Under the unique illusion of the Lingyu Sect, one scene after another of revenge journeys are deduced.

On that day, the 20 soldiers were besieged by 200 enemy troops, and she killed the enemy alone, going in and out, and finally let the 20 soldiers successfully break through, one of the 20 soldiers even had 10,000 households, but she herself was not lightly injured.

After that day, she was embraced as the second leader of the team of the twenty soldiers, breaking the battle to kill the enemy, strategizing, and everything. There are more and more soldiers under her command, but one thing has never changed, and the battles she participated in have never been lost.

There is only one rule, her team, never accepts prisoners from enemy countries.

She became the goddess of the nation's army, and then attacked the capital of the enemy country with all her might.

On the Jinluan Palace, the emperor begged her to spare his people, but in exchange for a ruthless knife, the blood-stained dragon chair.

In the capital, 500,000 people, from old men to women and children, did not spare a single person.

The soldiers did not understand why their god of war was so cruel, but her prestige was too high, and the soldiers obeyed her and never disobeyed her words.

The blood flowed like a river, and stained the capital red.

When the war was over, she lost her armor and left nothing to worry about, and she declined all the emperor's rewards, and returned to the somewhat dilapidated hut.

She was a god in her own kingdom, and a demon with blood on her hands among the few remaining in enemy land. For her, the eyes of others no longer matter.

She built a tombstone for him, and for the rest of her life, she would stay in front of it, and wait and wait, until her hair turned gray, until she was too old to move, until she turned into dry bones like him, and the tombstones were side by side.

Until something is somewhat absurd, and it should not belong to the end of that tragedy.

She came to the underworld to face the judgment of her life, and countless ghosts came up to identify the atrocities she committed during her lifetime. Her heart was dead, and she didn't defend herself, but let them call her the most vicious of demons, and then she was sent to the king of Yama.

Legend has it that only the most vicious people in life will be judged by King Yama, and even tortured in the eighteenth layer of hell.

She looked up and saw the face of the king of Yama, the judges had never seen their master so happy as he was today, and he had always had a straight face in the past.

Her eyes widened, and her stagnant pupils recurred. Ignoring the ghosts, the judges, and the guards around Hades, she rushed to the Yama king.

"I finally see you again. ”

"I finally see you again. ”

The dance drama is over. Near the end, when the female general was dying, many people present wept for it, Luo Nianyun's girl cried, Gu Zirui's eyes were red, and An Xiaoyue leaned on her brother's shoulder.

And when the dramatic ending appeared, everyone burst into tears and laughed, but when they thought of the suffering of the female general in her life, they couldn't help but feel sad, so a strange phenomenon appeared in the whole square. There are countless people who don't know whether they are crying or laughing, and under the extremely complex facial expressions, they have long been touched by this dance drama.

As if he had already expected the result, An Xiaoye leaned there and said indifferently: "The first half is from my hand, and the second half is made up by Yuxue." ”

Jiang Yuxue was not as happy as she imagined at this time, and she was silent.

Even if this half of the que came from her, even if she already knew the ending, she was still a little touched by this situation. When An Xiaoye sent her the fragments, it was like a love letter, as if asking, what would you do if I died like this?

She wrote down the answer in her own pen. For the rest of his life, live only for revenge. No matter how cruel it is, what kind of hell you fall into after death, whether your hands are covered with blood or your cries move the heavens. I'm a witch, and I'm going to kill them all, and that's the last thing I can do for you.

I don't know how she felt when she wrote it. In terms of feelings, she and An Xiaoye are not as good as the two sisters and brothers who have been together for ten years, even compared with Gu Zirui's life-and-death friends. She and An Yuye are just a few intertwined interests, intentional or unintentional teasing and emotional openness, which is really thin.

Maybe half for creation and half for answering, she doesn't know, but after being with him for a long time, she has been touched a lot. The last ending was added by An Xiaoye in front of her, and he told her personally: "I can't bear her to die so sadly, I don't want to live up to any of my true feelings." And I'm greedy enough."