Journey To the World of Film and Television

"Sangsang?"

Hearing Zhou Ji's whispers, Mo Shanshan showed curiosity. She raised her eyes and followed Zhou Ji's line of sight. In the distance, the green bricks, red tiles and vegetation were desolate. She could only see a few or two pedestrians scattered in the wind and snow. Looking at Zhou Ji, "Mr. Zhou is talking about Mr. Shisan's little maid?"

Zhou Ji nodded slightly, and Mo Shanshan said with a gloomy expression, "Since I met Mr. Shisan in the wasteland, I have heard him mention this name almost every day, saying that she is a maid. I am afraid that Mr. Shisan has already regarded her as a family member in his heart."

Zhou Ji heard a little confusion in Mo Shanshan's tone, and called her name with concern.

Mo Shanshan came to his senses, shook his head, and said softly, "I'm fine, but I have no brothers, sisters, or family members since I was a child. I don't know what it feels like."

"Little fool~" Zhou Ji stretched out his hand and tapped Mo Shanshan's forehead, Mo Shanshan leaned back with a "ah~" and put the back of his hand in front of his forehead, but found that it didn't hurt at all.

Speaking of which, she has been with Zhou Ji for so long, and it is from love to courtesy. This is the first time that Zhou Ji has acted like a joke to her. Mo Shanshan raised his eyes and looked at each other, and Zhou Ji showed a gentle smile .

"You grew up in Mochi Garden, and the senior sister who accompanied you grew up, and the senior sister you grew up with has actually become your family. Ning Que has only one Sangsang by his side, but you have a close and friendly elder sister." Family. I feel envious when I say it?"

How can this be the same?

Mo Shanshan shook his head helplessly, but he also understood that Zhou Ji was deliberately comforting her. He glanced at the growing snowstorm and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Mr. Thirteen was in a hurry to find Sang when he returned to Chang'an." Miss Sang, I'm afraid I'm going to miss out now?"

"That's true." Zhou Ji hesitated, and said, "Shanshan hasn't seen Sangsang yet, right? Why don't we pick her up first, and then go to Xinbi Studio to escape the wind and snow?"

"Pick it up?" Mo Shanshan heard the strangeness of Zhou Ji's words, and asked in confusion, "Where are you going?"

"In prison."

Chang'an Military Headquarters, in front of the prison.

Wang Jinglue took out a cluster of flames from the brazier for heating and played with them in his hands. He heard the footsteps behind him approaching before he waved the flames away.

However, what he didn't expect was that this He Mingchi was also a disciple of Li Qingshan, the national teacher. Be more polite to Ning Que's little maid, and speak more like a loyal servant.

Facing Wang Jinglue's sarcasm about being like a "faithful slave", He Mingchi didn't care, and didn't even refute or deny it, but said meaningfully, "You and I are both slaves of the light, and we must respect the light."

After saying that, He Mingchi left calmly. Wang Jinglue couldn't understand the mystery in He Mingchi's words, and said with disdain on his face, "Can I offend the light if I interrogate a little maid?"

Curling his lips, Wang Jinglue walked into the cell in a snowstorm.

The cell door creaked open, and Sangsang sat cross-legged on the earthen couch with the quilt and bundle in her arms, and glanced at Wang Jing slightly.

"Little girl, what did that person ask you just now? What did you say again?" Wang Jinglue walked to the table and knocked the torture whip in his hand on the table, making a crisp sound.

Sangsang ignored it as if she had never heard of it, and sat there in a daze to herself.

Wang Jinglue questioned repeatedly, and his tone became more and more impatient. Seeing her expressionless and silent, he couldn't help pacing back and forth in the cell, pointed at Sangsang with the torture whip, and said, "You think your young master is the thirteenth student of the academy?" Sir, I dare not torture you, do I?"

Sangsang looked at the torture whip pointed at the tip of her nose, a tiny light shone from the depths of Obsidian's translucent eyes, and then those lights burned quickly.

Looking up along the punishment whip, he looked straight at Wang Jinglue for the first time.

Wang Jinglue's eyes were deeply imprinted with those indifferent eyes as if looking at gravel and dust. In an instant, Wang Jinglue's body was covered with shattered hairs, and extreme danger and fear frantically warned in his mind. The solemn brilliance in the depths of Sang's eyes suddenly disappeared, and everything seemed to be an illusion.

Snowflakes mixed with ice blew in from the window and landed on Wang Jinglue's neck. The melted and icy snow flowed into his collar. He shivered, and then he came to his senses. He raised his torture whip again in annoyance, and said harshly, "You think I'm I really dare not!!"

The whip was raised, and the cell door slammed open.

The cold wind howled in, and the ice slapped his cheeks with some pain. Wang Jinglue was furious and turned to stare at the door. Just about to reprimand him, he saw that the people standing at the door were not people from the military department or the government office, but a man and a woman. A strange figure that has never been seen before.

The woman covered her face with tulle, her eyes were ethereal with a trace of tranquility and elegance, the translucent tulle fluttered gently in the cold wind, although the whole picture could not be seen clearly, but through the hazy gauze it still gave people a sense of tranquility. A beautiful feeling.

But the man beside her didn't hide his face. There was a faint smile on his handsome face, his temperament was as gentle as jade, and at the same time, he gave people a chicness that was alienated from the world.

"Who are you? Why did you trespass on our military headquarters?"

Wang Jing slightly frowned, and looked behind the two from the wide-open cell door. The guards in the courtyard were motionless in the snow, as if they were voluntarily letting them go. Sensing something was wrong, he showed a look of interest, rolled up his sleeves and took a step forward.

Interesting, late Dongxuan.

Wang Jinglue claimed to be invincible below knowing fate, so he could see through that woman's realm at a glance. As for the man next to him

Sangsang held the package in her arms, tilted her head and looked at the person passing by, thinking for a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in her clean and bright eyes, "Ah! I remembered, what kind of chicken are you!"

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward, Mo Shanshan burst out laughing, Zhou Ji glared at Mo Shanshan, Mo Shanshan quickly covered his mouth, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"It's not a chicken!! It's Zhou Ji! Zhou Ji!!" Zhou Ji explained to the harmless little maid in front of him with a bitter face, "At any rate, you and your son are also my tenants, so you have to remember their names. Bar?"

Ning Que's little maid knew this person?

Wang Jinglue lowered his raised hand slightly, his brain was running fast, his slightly frowned brows stretched, and he suddenly said, "You are the sweeper of the old library of the academy, Zhou Ji?"

Zhou Ji looked at the middle-aged man standing next to Sangsang, looked him up and down, then turned to Sangsang and said, "Sangsang, Ning Que went back to Xinbi Studio to look for you as soon as he entered Chang'an, how about you? Won't you go?"

"Master!" Sangsang's eyes lit up, she was about to get up with the package in her arms, but Wang Jinglue sneered and stood in front of her.

"According to the law of the Tang Dynasty, the mountain behind the academy is not allowed to interfere with government affairs. This is the prison of the military headquarters, not your academy. You can leave if you want." Wang Jinglue's eyes lit up with fierce fighting intent, and his right hand hanging by his side trembled slightly, as if holding a Take the virtual sword.

A vague aura filled the prison cell, and the wind and snow swept in from the narrow skylight of the cell wall, and surrounded Wang Jinglue, exposing the outline of Xu Jian.

Zhou Ji recognized the other party's identity through this imaginary sword, Wang Jinglue, the peak of Dongxuan.

It is natural for a practitioner to be proud and confident, but pride and self-confidence is not arrogance. He who claims to be invincible below knowing his fate is only Dongxuan after all, and there are not a few people who can kill him in the Dongxuan realm.

Zhou Ji shook his head and sighed softly, took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Wang Jinglue, pointing to his chest with his sword.

The virtual sword and the surrounding wind and snow dissipated quietly, and Wang Jinglue's chest and abdomen sank suddenly, as if hit by an invisible giant hammer, and suddenly hit the wall behind him, kneeling on one knee amidst the dust and gravel in the sky, spurting out a mouthful of blood .

This is the extreme mercy of Zhou Ji's subordinates, so he didn't hurt his life. Just when he was about to take Sangsang away, he heard a movement behind him. Wang Jinglue struggled to get up and said unwillingly, "Master once said that the academy can't do it." Interfering in government affairs, this girl is a repeat offender of my court, you just take her away like this, don't you need to give me an explanation?"

Zhou Ji said with a strange look: "Do you want to use the master to suppress me? Or do you want to use the court to suppress me?"

Seeing that Zhou Ji was still indifferent, Wang Jinglue became more and more angry, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that the academy really puts its own interests above the world's. Doesn't even a little maid want to be tried by the court?"

"I was just invited by my master to be a temporary sweeper in the old book building for ten years. If you really want an explanation, go to my master, if he is willing to stand up for you." Zhou Ji shook his head and looked at Mo Shan Shan and Sangsang laughed, "Let's go."

Mo Shanshan nodded slightly, and walked out the door with Zhou Ji, keeping Sangsang by his side.

Leaving the cell, the wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger. Sangsang looked curiously at the guards standing in the wind and snow, and said cautiously, "Mr. Zhou, why are they standing there?"

"Don't worry, they're all fine, I just tapped the acupuncture points, and when we leave the military headquarters, they will be released automatically." Zhou Ji opened the mana barrier to shield them from the wind and snow, letting Mo Shanshan walk in the middle , separated himself and Sangsang.

After confirming that these officers and soldiers would not come to stop them again, Sangsang was completely relieved, and her eyes fell on the woman next to her.

Noticing Sangsang's curious gaze, Mo Shanshan smiled slightly, took off his veil and put his glasses back on.

"You are Sangsang, right? My name is Mo Shanshan, and I am a friend of Mr. Zhou. I also know your young master." Mo Shanshan showed a gentle and kind smile to Sangsang. Sangsang looked at Mo Shanshan's beautiful appearance, Bullying Shuang Saixue's skin was a little stunned for a moment, and then she reacted when she heard her voice, and said hastily, "My name is Sangsang. I'm my young master's maid."

"I know~" Mo Shanshan smiled, "Young Master Zhou and I often heard Mr. Shisan mentioning you when we were in the wasteland."

While speaking, the three of them had already walked out of the military headquarters. In the blink of an eye, snow covered the whole of Chang'an, with red bricks, green tiles and silver decorations. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, only a few passers-by in a hurry walking in the snow. Trek.

Three rows of footprints stretched along Suzaku Avenue towards Xinbizhai. On the street directly ahead, a group of big black umbrellas moved slowly towards this side against the wind and snow. Squinting his eyes to see a group of three people walking towards the military headquarters, they immediately focused their gaze on the little black girl running towards him.

"Sangsang!"

"Master!"

Sangsang also noticed the iconic big black umbrella. Her jet-black eyes showed surprise, and she ran out from Mo Shanshan, wading through the snow towards Ning Que.

As if the sound of broken glazed jade came faintly from the void, Zhou Ji focused his eyes, looked at the mana barrier that was broken by Sangsang, waved his hand to make it up, slowed down his pace, and reunited with Mo Shanshan leisurely for a long time The two of them walked away.

I learned from Ning Que that as soon as he returned to Xinbi Studio, he was surrounded by his neighbors, talking about Sangsang's arrest. Sangsang was Ning Que's only rebel. Taking them away, he didn't have time to think about it, his first reaction was to rush to the government office to save people, but only after he arrived at the government office did he know that the governor of Chang'an had been caught in the cold for the past few days and had been seriously ill in bed, and it was not the government office that arrested him that day. It's from the military.

So he had no choice but to turn back from the government office to the military headquarters, and happened to meet Zhou Ji and the others.

Amid Ning Que's repeated thanks, the group finally arrived at Lin 47th Lane.

Stopping in front of Xinbi Studio, Mo Shanshan looked up at the plaque on the lintel, and noticed the engraving on it.

"Xinbizhai" Mo Shanshan said with a smile, "This word 'new' is written in a smooth and flowing manner but reveals determination and bravery. This is what the young master said about the complexion and willow bones, right?"

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Ning Que had a smug smile on his face, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, the smile froze, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said in a low voice, "This is what we use to show our holiness in front of others." Capital, why did you tell her everything?"

Hearing Ning Que's complaints, Zhou Ji laughed, "It's okay, I'll keep all Tang poetry and Song poetry for you. If you want to show your holiness to others, you can take out a few of them. Maybe you can become a poet of the Tang Dynasty."

The corner of Ning Que's mouth curled up slightly, and he didn't say anything more, while Mo Shanshan looked at the word "Bizhai" in a daze, his eyes rolled, and he said softly, "The writing of the word "Bizhai" in the back is like floating clouds, and it is as shocking as a dragon. It contains Taoism. I can't get enough of the emptiness and emptiness of the world, and the glitz and mist of the world. I can't get enough of it~"

Sangsang wondered, "Is it really that good?"

"It's so good." Mo Shanshan was full of smiles, his eyes were flowing, and he couldn't hide his appreciation.

Sangsang turned to look at Ning Que. Ning Que raised his eyebrows and said, "Tsk~Mr. Zhou's calligraphy is a combination of all the directors of a hundred schools of thought, and it is a self-contained whole. However, Master Mo Shan can't get enough of it, maybe it's not just the words, right?"

Zhou Ji looked at Ning Que helplessly. Although he didn't speak, his eyes seemed to be complaining, "You're fighting fire again!"

After all, Zhou Ji rescued Sangsang just now, and Ning Que didn't dare to push too hard, coughed lightly, and changed the subject, "It's snowing too much outside, why don't you go inside and sit?"

As Ning Que said, he stepped forward to open the store door, Zhou Ji and Mo Shanshan looked at each other, and then walked towards the house.

(Thanks for the reward of 100 coins from "Heartbeating Liu Yifei")