Chapter 24:

Entering the drama can be said to rely on such an opportunity.
The weather was not so good this day. Dark clouds over the city, coupled with the heavily armed soldiers under the city walls, Xiao Tse's taste permeated the world.
Fushi looked at the sky blankly. He even lost his last reason to live, just like this dark cloud, and was about to be scattered to somewhere. There was a moment of regret in his mind flashing back, looking back at the sky, he bet on the tall man in golden armor in front of him.
His hands tightened slightly, he hesitated and glanced down at his sleeves. Before he came out, he put the dagger in his sleeve pocket. The dagger has been bladed, but he never saw blood. Since the first time he wanted to kill Li Shimin, he has wanted to take it out countless times. Fushi always retreated.
The feeling of letting the opportunity slip away is complicated to say.
Wu Yuan looked at the situation in front of him, and was still a little nervous, and his emotions could not be fully mobilized. He forced himself to take a few steps forward calmly, and in accordance with the requirements of the script, turned back to greet the single Fu Zhu to follow the footsteps of the team.
Then he met Luo Ding's eyes.
Before arriving at the film and television city, he had already cooperated with Luo Ding more than once in the green shed built on the spot. Shocked by Fushi for the first time, and gradually getting used to it later, he has a little immunity to the empty eyes of the other party.
But this time the plant is different from any one.
It was still the flamboyant temperament, and the wind on the city wall caused his clothes to roll and his hair to fly. The young man, who was only black and white, stood not far from the morning light and looked at him with a near-determined attitude.
Wu Yuan suddenly had a moment in his head, his tension disappearing like mist.
He slowly immersed himself in a mysterious realm. The colors of the entire world faded away like the tide, leaving only the young men in black and white not far away, and his eyes that mixed all emotions.
For those eyes, Hitomi was as dark as ever, but for the first time there was mist in the bottomless cold pool.
It seemed as if facing each other for thousands of years, Li Shimin finally shuddered and returned to God.
"... You ..." He hesitated, exposing a word, his expression suddenly softened a lot, and stretched out a hand in the direction of Fu Zhu, "Ai Qing, come here."
Fuzu didn't move. He put his hands to his side and shook his head invisibly to Li Shimin.
Li Shimin persisted and stretched out his hand: "Here you are. Come here and see my million Tang soldiers. You will lead them, walk the waterway, capture the Korean city, and recover my lost land in Central Plains."
Fushi's unorganized eyes slowly changed with the words that came out of him.
He moved and began to approach Li Shimin step by step.
The sight of the marginal army slowly came into his sight.
This is Datang's Jiangshan, Datang's people, Datang's soldiers!
The country is rich, the people are strong, and the weather is smooth, but it has finally escaped the troubled Tang Dynasty, his dynasty, his country, his home.
Fushi is a person without roots. Duckweed is free in the world. Is there more people like him in this world?
He shivered, his steps as if blocking the air from the ground, as if the lightness was about to rise. In his eyes, however, there was light and flame, and for the first time he had a kind of firework.
Ignoring Li Shimin's hand that stretched out to him, Fu Zhu went straight to the wall, overlooking the standing army under the wall.
"Presumptuous!" The two generals next to Li Shimin saw him with no one in his eyes, his eyes bright, and he held the handle with his backhand.
Li Shimin's gaze was tightly attached to Fu Zhu's body. He noticed that the other party was slightly different from the usual one, but when he wanted to explore, he was interrupted by the drink of the two people around him. He frowned deeply, waving his hand to shut them up.
Fushi turned around at this time, and his good eyes fixed on him: "Your Majesty, do you know, what is the minister thinking?"
Li Shimin snapped: "Oh?"
Fushi's hand hiding the knife began to tremble slightly, and he finally put his arm behind his back, resolutely, tearing away all his beliefs with the solemnity that only he knew.
For the first time in his life, he raised his mouth and smiled at everyone, including Li Shimin.
"The minister only hopes that His Majesty will triumph, and my Datang can live forever. The people in this world can always live without worry as they do at this moment. It is already fortunate for him to meet Mingjun in this life. There is no regret in this life. "
Li Shimin laughed loudly: "Not only that! I also want the people in this world to have a book to read, so that the thieves and worms have no standing cones, and the Tang Dynasty has been passed down through the ages, and there will be no chaos!"
Fu Zhu smiled lightly, but her eyes were bent deeper.
He changed his hands and drew in the other cuff. He found three white cloth pouches, and walked to Li Shimin lightly, kneeling almost religiously.
"Your Majesty, please remember what you said today."
Li Shimin was stunned by his solemn appearance. He subconsciously reached out and tried to lift him up, but stopped at the sight of the waves of water on his eyes.
Armies and horses are ready to go. The emperor's armor reflects the flash of sunlight in the sky. Before he got on the horse, Li Shimin stopped and looked at the city wall with his arms half supported.
Above the city wall, Fuzu, who had been left to command the city defenders, could not clearly see the features.
The two looked at each other and left at a touch. Li Shimin smiled, confident and determined.
Above the city gate, Fuzhu looked at Yuzhang, the smile on the corner of his mouth fell slowly, and the whole man dropped his shoulders as if losing his strength.
After a while, he sighed and said, "Close the gate."
The drums started to sound, and the orders to close the city gates spread from near to far.
His clothes fluttered, his hair fluttered, and he stared blankly into the sky. The lean body was so firm, standing there motionless. There seemed to be flashes of water in his eyes, but the moment he closed his eyes, it did not make this scene real.
He doesn't regret it.

"card!"
Zheng Kezhen shouted this. The journalist had taken the journalist board and watched by the plane. He suddenly awakened when he heard his voice and hurried to work in a panic.
This priority shot was shot again.
Zheng Kezhen repeatedly slowed forward and rewinded to check the pictures taken, and had to admit that Luo Ding was really a genius who was born to eat in the entertainment industry.
This drama can be said to be the most successful one since he started directing. Every time as long as he goes to Luo Ding's camera, the filming is extremely fast. He enters the drama by himself, and drives the actors to enter the drama. Passing by is already the norm, occasionally ng three or four times, but it becomes an abnormal thing.
Luo Ding still hasn't slowed down. He stood at the highest point of the city wall, next to the camera close to him. He supported the camera and stared blankly at the crowd of actors who had evacuated from the ground. It's like jumping in a second.
Duan Xiubo got up at the moment Zheng Zheng heard his voice, quickly climbed up the city wall, grabbed Luo Ding's arm, and pulled him backward.
Luo Ding just returned to his senses, and his whole body of dying energy disappeared for a moment.
"I'm fine." Feeling that Duan Xiubo has been pulling him towards his arms, Luo Ding didn't hold back and pushed him. Duan Xiubo froze for a moment, then quickly spread his hand, thought about it, and took off his coat to put on Luo Ding.
He opened his mouth and was shocked by the other party's performance just now. He didn't know what to say.
Luo Ding stunned, seeing the other person's sincere face, no one would be unhappy to be praised, and he rarely saw a little more joy: "Thank you."
His impression of Duan Xiubo is slightly better.
Zheng Kezhen is looking through the stills on the other side. The high-definition SLR lens can record the details and shortcomings of people, but Luo Ding in the picture is shot more inhumanly because of the focus. He stood in a daze on the city wall, watching Yu Yan leave with tears in his eyes, kneeling in front of Li Shimin with pious face, and standing face to face with Li Shimin. Each frame, every frame, is almost as if it was born from the words in countless beautiful words.
Zheng Kezhen looked more and more excited, and could not help but patted Luo Ding's shoulders twice: "Okay! The expression and eyes are in place! Add a close-up eye lens later, and A Yuan will take two more scenes. We are three days Work may be done today! "
Luo Ding was praised and was not disappointed. He just whispered: "I am in better shape today."
"Which day are you in a bad state?" Zheng Kezhen picked up a few photos and pointed at the photography, and the photography went straight to refinement immediately. After doing all this, he turned his head again, sighed, and lowered his voice to Luo Ding. "Don't question yourself, you are really good. I have filmed this old bone for decades, and I read countless people. The young man is unprecedented, "he thought for a while, and repeated it with certainty," unprecedented. "
Of course, never before, how many people can bring their decades of life experience back to the young skin? Luo Ding's modesty was not disguised, he really didn't think he was so proud. They have already opened such a large cheat device, and if they are not better, then he is an absolute loser in any way.
Zheng Kezhen saw that he just smiled and didn't answer, and suddenly he understood that what he said was offensive to some people, and immediately turned to the topic. Luo Ding's personality is too stable, and unlike most young people of his age, Zheng Kezhen would unconsciously move out of the mode of dealing with friends of the same age when he was with him. Sometimes, even the other person seems more thoughtful.
Luo Dingzhao watched the shooting results in front of the monitor, and made some comments with Zheng Kezhen on some changes in the close-up lens.
Duan Xiubo stared at Luo Ding, Chi Yan in his eyes was about to move, but did not want to take back his eyes that could be called explicit.
From recognizing to now, every time, almost every time he meets, Luo Ding will impress him in a special way. Impeccable singing voice, powerful dance in the aura, when Duan Xiubo thought he knew enough about the other party, reality would constantly remind him that what he knew and saw was not enough.
Duan Xiubo has always felt that he is a cold person. There are few things in life that can arouse his interest. Most people only need to get along a few times to be touched by him from the inside to the outside. Thoroughly. For the first time in his life, someone could bring him such a fresh and flavorful feeling, like a thick salmon dipped in mustard, sweet and cold, slipping down the belly along the throat, and the pungent spicy smell came to the nasal cavity . When I was tortured to cry without tears, what I remembered in my head was the sweet taste that flashed in that moment.
After a moment of excitement, he calmly calmed down his emotions about to escape.
Dang Xiubo remembered that Luo Ding didn't like close physical contact with people, so he kept a little distance even though he was close.
"One day after the three-day show, if the extra two days can't hit other people's schedule, wouldn't there be a lot of time to take a good rest?"
The two people who were chatting up were interrupted, and Qi brushed their heads and stared at him.
Duan Xiubo looked at Luo Ding's eyes with doubtful eyes, smiled slightly, and stretched out a right hand.
"Ross, are you interested in working with me once?"
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In fact, the real history is that Li Shimin didn't win ... What a swollen and swollen thing. 2k novel reading network