The Doctor Said I Can Only Eat Soft Rice

The door of the hall closed.

Under the shadow of the majestic palace, Yan Jing was enveloped by a feeling of discomfort that was suppressed to the point of suffocation.

In the palace behind him, is the emperor to whom he is loyal, and the woman who is about to enter into a marriage contract with him.

Yan Jing held the handle of the embroidered spring knife again and again and released it again and again.

In the end, Yan Jing held the handle of the knife, turned sharply, and faced the temple door.

"Commander!" Just when Yan Jing's hand was just raised, a loud shout came from behind him, it was his Jinyiwei, Wei Chu.

Wei Chu used light energy, leaped behind Yan Jing, and said quickly:

"Assassins sneaked into the palace, and several princes were assassinated!"

"Wei Chu, you go to hunt down the assassins, and I will protect His Majesty."

"Yes!" Wei Chu led a group of Jinyiwei away.

Yan Jing suddenly pushed open the temple door, strode in, and said loudly:

"Your Majesty, there are assassins infiltrating the palace, please..."

Yan Jing's voice suddenly stopped, he smelled a very faint smell of blood.

Yan Jing breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, he quickly calmed down and reached out to investigate.

The emperor has lost his breath. He died of a broken heart by someone with high internal strength. Before he died, he could not even make a sound.

Either the assassin was already in ambush in the bedroom, and his shot was very fast, or... it was someone close to him.

The faint sound of water sounded from the Nine Dragons Pool in the side hall, where the emperor bathed.

Yan Jing's eyes changed slightly, he stepped back away from the dragon couch, and walked quickly towards the source of the sound.

A white, hot mist filled the air, with softly humming tunes coming from the mist.

In the Kowloon Pond, which was sprinkled with petals, a beautiful figure with long hair was sitting in a suit.

Yan Jing slowed down his steps, his eyes fixed on the figure in the bath.

"You're here..."

Mu Qianqiu turned his head and smiled lightly. The smile was a little less coquettish and a little more heroic.

He no longer concealed his gender, and a gentle and clear male voice came out of his throat:

"But you're late."

Yan Jing held the Embroidered Spring Knife firmly, and there were blue veins on the back of his hand, "Who are you?"

"Didn't I tell you my name?"

Mu Qianqiu's tone was somewhat resentful, as if complaining about why the other party didn't remember his name.

Yan Jing remembered that conversation.

On that day, he sent the dancer back to the song and dance troupe. Before leaving, he asked a little uncomfortably, "Girl, what's your name?"

The singer smiled and said slowly: "My name is Qianqiu, adults should remember it."

There is only one martial artist in the world named Qianqiu.

The sect leader, Mu Qianqiu.

When he heard that name, Yan Jing didn't think about the leader of the demon sect at all. As we all know, the leader of the sect is a man.

Although there are rumors that the sect leader is the most beautiful man in the world, no matter how beautiful, he is also a man...

Mu Qianqiu stood up from the bath and slowly turned around.

Yan Jing's eyes were split.

Mu Qianqiu walked to the bank of the pond and stepped on the white jade slab, saying:

"My surname is admirable for the past, the admiration for Jingmo, the admiration for thousands of years, this time, the commander will make you remember it."

A group of steady and powerful footsteps sounded, Mu Qianqiu picked up the pipa beside him, and sighed: "It came so fast."

A group of Jin Yiwei broke into the inner hall.

Wei Chu, who was headed by him, pulled out his embroidered spring knife, and while attacking Mu Qianqiu, he said loudly:

"Commander beware, he is not a singer, but a demon leader!"

Mu Qianqiu looked coldly at the person who came and raised her hand to fiddle with the silk string.

The sound waves with internal force vibrated, and the pleasant music in the past became a life-threatening attack.

Jinyiwei was blown away before she could get close to Mu Qianqiu, and the sound of impact and the sound of weapons landing sounded one after another.

After a few plucks, only Mu Qianqiu was left standing in the entire hall.

Yan Jing and Wei Chu were half-kneeling on the ground, while the other Jin Yiwei were lying or lying down.

Mu Qianqiu went to Wei Chu.

"Are you the successor of Yan Jing's training? It's not bad, but unfortunately it's not my opponent.

The intent to kill has been revealed.

Yan Jing suddenly pulled out the embroidery spring knife and rushed towards Mu Qianqiu.

Mu Qianqiu suddenly turned back and plucked the silk string.

There was a trace of anger on Mu Qianqiu's face, "Yan Jing, you have been with me these days, I have countless opportunities to kill you, but I didn't do it, do you know why?"

Yan Jing spat out a mouthful of blood from the side, gasping for breath and asking, "Why?"

"Noisy!"

Mu Qianqiu gave a low voice, plucked the silk string quickly, and the sound wave with the majestic internal force vibrated, and all the Jinyiwei vomited blood and fell to the ground.

The most seriously injured was Yan Jing, who was closest to Mu Qianqiu.

A few drops of blood fell on the back of Mu Qianqiu's bare feet.

Mu Qianqiu moved his hand for a while, and there was a hint of annoyance between his eyebrows.

Behind him, Wei Chu, who fell to the ground, struggled for a moment, grabbed the embroidered spring knife that fell on the side again, and jumped up.

Mu Qianqiu's perception is extremely keen, and his fingertips instinctively stroke the silk string, but he can't move it.

Yan Jing is too close to him, if he does this, the other party will die.

Mash—

“His…”

Mu Qianqiu's hand resting on the silk string was weak.

At the same time, a fallen Jin Yiwei blew out a silver needle.

The silver needle did not penetrate Mu Qianqiu's forehead.

When—

The sandalwood and rosewood lute fell to the ground.

Mu Qianqiu fell down and fell heavily beside Yan Jing.

Yan Jing struggled to get close, his hand touched Mu Qianqiu's shoulder, stained with blood.

…

With the director's "click", Chi Ruanfan immediately opened his eyes and embraced the trembling Jinzhu in front of him.

"It's all right, it's just acting, now the filming is over." Chi Ruanfan said hurriedly.

Jinzhu did not respond, hugged him stiffly, her eyes were out of focus, and it seemed that she could not perceive everything in the outside world.

This scene was the only scene they did not rehearse.

Because in this scene, the commander will be subjected to various stimuli, and his mood will fluctuate greatly.

It is likely to cause irreparable damage to an immersive performer like Jinzhu.

Director Chen Lin also took this into consideration and put this scene into the final shot.

"How is the situation of Jinzhu?" Chen Lin approached quickly.

"Not very good," Chi Ruanfan hugged Jin Zhu horizontally and said, "I'll take him out of here first and change the environment."

There are scenes in the play everywhere, and it is Mu Qianqiu's "death scene", which is not conducive to Jinzhu's play.

Chi Ruanfan took Jinzhu out of the crew and put it into the car.

"Go back to the hotel." Chi Ruanfan said to the special assistant in the driver's seat.

"Okay." The special assistant looked ahead, started the car, and didn't look at the two people who were entangled in the back.

Chi Ruanfan hugged Jinzhu, and responded to Jinzhu's kiss in the neon lights reflected in the car from time to time.

After leaving the crew, Jin Zhu's condition became normal, no longer unresponsive to the outside world, and began to kiss him frantically.

Well...this state doesn't seem to be normal either.

The car stopped, Chi Ruanfan pressed Jinzhu, took off the black cloak behind him, put it on the other side, and took the person into the hotel.

"Bamboo, don't stick to me, I'm full of water, and your clothes are dazzled."

Chi Ruanfan was still wearing the gauze skirt that came out of the bath. In this weather, the temperature of the water dissipated as soon as it came out, sticking to his body like ice cubes, freezing to the bone.

"I'll take a shower and change clothes first." Chi Ruanfan pulled Jinzhu away and walked to the bathroom.

Before he took a step, he was hugged by Jin Zhu, and the trembling kiss fell on his eyebrows.

A low hoarse voice sounded:

"We got married, we got married tonight."

“…”

Jinzhu apparently hasn't played yet.

But...after knowing that Mu Qianqiu is the leader of the demon sect, does he still want to marry Mu Qianqiu?

Chi Ruanfan recovered from his trance, he knew that if he wanted Jinzhu to play quickly, he must not talk to the other party about the topics in the play, so he said:

"You let me go first, I'm too cold, it will freeze you."

"Yes, your body has no temperature..."

Jinzhu lowered her eyes, kissed Chi Ruanfan's mouth pitifully, and said:

"I'll take you to the ice room, where your body can be preserved for a long time."

Chi Ruanfan: "???"

Body? save?

In Jin Zhu's eyes, is he already a corpse?

Jinzhu just wanted to marry a corpse? ? ?

Thinking about it.

Chi Ruanfan hurriedly stopped his thoughts and said:

"I'm going to take a hot bath, you...you too."

Jinzhu was sticking to him all the time, and it was almost transparent. In this weather, wearing the clothes will definitely catch a cold.

Moreover, he is not worried about leaving Jinzhu, who is not in the show, alone.

Jinzhu said anxiously: "You can't take a bath, the hot water will accelerate your decay."

“…”

Chi Ruanfan was silent, and forcibly took Jinzhu to the bathroom.

It was too cold, Chi Ruanfan was shivering, and he couldn't do anything.

In Jinzhu's mind, there is probably a "severe injury" setting, and he is more powerless to resist, and Chi Ruanfan easily brings people in.

In the bathroom of the hotel, there is also a large bathtub, but it is not comparable to the bathtub in the villa Jinzhu sent him.

It can only be down.

Fill the tub.

Chi Ruanfan quickly took off the flying fish suit on Jinzhu.

Under the condition that her whole body was cold and shivering, Chi Ruanfan didn't have any thoughts at all, and she put Jinzhu into the bathtub with a calm mind.

Afterwards, he quickly took off his cold red dress and stepped into the bathtub.

After soaking in the warm water, Chi Ruanfan breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that he was finally alive.

Chi Ruanfan was enjoying it when he suddenly felt the waves of the water, and a body pressed against him.

"You can't stay with me forever if you have temperature, we can only be a couple for one night..."

Jin Zhu's fingertips slid across Chi Ruanfan's shoulder, watching the red "plasma" spread out in the water.

He raised his eyes, the dark emotions in his eyes were surging, there was distress, sadness, remorse, or maybe something else.

Jinzhu said slowly:

"I know you're in pain, just bear it a little longer, and it will hurt for the rest of the night."

Chi Ruanfan was surprised.

What is a one night couple? What hurts this night?

What do you want to do?

Jinzhu lowered her head and gently kissed the "wound" on Chi Ruanfan's shoulder.

Suddenly, he paused and frowned slightly.

Chi Ruanfan looked sideways and said helplessly:

"What 'plasma' do you eat, red wine with coloring, is it salty?"