Turn bad luck into good luck [Entertainment circle]

As soon as Zhou Youyu finished speaking, the few people in the room stopped talking.

Director Qi and Mr. Zhou looked at each other, and spread out their right hands on the table, indicating that he could start.

I saw Zhou Youyu standing there with his head bowed in thought for a while, then raised his face.

With one hand in front of him, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, his eyes are clear, he already has a gentle and peaceful appearance, and even gives people a slightly cowardly feeling.

Even though he has ascended the throne as the emperor, he is still the good boy who follows his mother.

He took a few steps forward, then slowed down the speed of the last step slightly as if he suddenly remembered something, and then looked to the right, as if there was someone standing there.

His eyes fell to a position on the side of his body that was equal to or even lower than him, but his eyes seemed to be looking at a stalwart hero, admiring, fearing, confused and curious, his eyes returned to the front again, and then he seemed to be faintly conscious What's up.

He frowned slightly, and then slowly relaxed it, with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, but there was a little uneasiness and caution in his tone.

"Queen, what exactly is it that you asked the child to come and see?"

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head slightly as if he was listening to someone, his eyebrows and eyes were submissive, and then he turned his head subconsciously as if he had heard something, but when he finally saw what it was, his eyes suddenly widened.

His pupils dilated, his lower eyelids were trembling slightly with fear, and the muscles on his entire face were slowly distorting and gradually expanding. He gradually opened his mouth wide, but because the corners of his mouth hadn't reacted to the retracted arc, the whole expression was weird and unnatural. appalling.

His body began to tremble, his legs trembled uncontrollably and he took a step back, his eyes were fixed somewhere in front of him, and then he swallowed hard.

What is that horrible, miserable and spiteful thing?

Maybe he already guessed...

But he still asked, he was like a helpless child, looking forward to some comfort and comfort from the mother's mouth.

"Mother, queen mother, what is that?"

The queen mother answered him as expected.

But he felt even colder: "Qi Fu, Qi Madam..." The expression on his face seemed to be about to cry, "How could it be, Madam Qi?"

He was finally able to stretch out his fist, he didn't dare to resist the majestic queen mother, and he didn't dare to look directly at the humiliated pig, he could only bite his fist hard, and let out such a Whimpering like a wounded animal.

too frightening.

he thinks.

Will he become like this sooner or later?Unable to speak, unable to see, unable to hear, lost his limbs, was thrown into a cesspit, and died after suffering slowly in the stench and filth.

"Mother..."

He let out a weak cry, trying to see any tendency to explain from her face, he hoped that this was a dream, his eyes were full of expectation and full of hope.

However, when he woke up from his dream, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

The cold and stern eyes of the queen mother told him that all this was true, and he could no longer let himself live in the illusion of self-deception.

The fire in his chest seemed to be frozen in an instant. There was a ball of fire hidden in his chest, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger. He knew that without it, he would fall into extreme darkness and coldness, but anger and fear made him He had to let it out.

He wanted to cry, he wanted to shout, he wanted to draw his sword, and he desperately wanted to find something to warm his cold body.

But he can't, he is the emperor of the Han Dynasty, and he is the emperor of the people.

His lips twitched a few times, he wanted to ask his mother a lot of questions, but he couldn't say anything when it came to his mouth, he fell to his knees, but just lowered his head and put his hands on the ground, guilt or other more Something bent his shoulders.

The young emperor was like an overwhelmed pillar, collapsing in all directions with a bang, and a hoarse and broken voice finally escaped from his lips and gradually amplified.

There used to be a throbbing place in the left chest, but at this moment it looks like a dilapidated battlefield, the whistling wind and sand passing by the dilapidated banner, leaving the mournful lingering sound of the horn in the setting sun everywhere——

"Mother's queen... Mother, mother's queen!!!"

The room was silent.

Zhou Youyu stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and his face returned to the arrogant and joking look at the beginning.

Seeing that everyone seemed to have not recovered from his performance just now, he smiled quite complacently, straightened his collar and cuffs, and then said slowly: "Thank you, my performance is over."

Only then did Director Qi come back to his senses, his eyes were full of surprises: "Well, it's very good, the performance is very tense." At the end of the sentence, he turned his head to ask for advice, "Mr. Zhou, what do you think?"

Old Zhou's face was still calm, but his eyes were obviously more satisfied. He took a sip of tea, nodded his chin, and said, "Not bad."

Zhou Youyu raised his eyebrows proudly when he heard the words, and subconsciously looked in Lu Baisheng's direction, but saw that the other party didn't look at him at all, but turned his head and whispered something to Shen Du.

His eyes naturally moved to Shen Du beside him.

This look made the corners of his mouth even more curved, heh, he admitted that this newcomer is much stronger than most of his peers, but so what?

A person who is only worthy of fighting for fame in the garbage, even if he can be seen at a glance among the crowd, and finally gets the first result, but so what?Garbage is always unqualified garbage!

Shen Du at the side also heard this sentence, he couldn't help but clenched the script tightly, then slowly let go, frowning slightly.

It seemed that Director Qi and Elder Zhou were quite satisfied with the performance just now. If his performance could not surpass Zhou Youyu's, he would not be the better choice in terms of qualifications or audience base.

Director Qi and Mr. Zhou bit their ears for a while.

"Shen Du, are you ready?"

Shen Du stepped forward and stood up.

He glanced at Zhou Youyu who was already sitting with Director Qi and the others, who also stared at him, and then deepened the sarcastic smile on his lips.

Oh, overreaching.

He looked back.

"You can start now." Director Qi said with his chin propped on both hands.

Shen Du didn't move, he looked at the three people behind the table, then pondered for a few seconds, and said, "Excuse me, can I invite a teacher to play with me?"

Playing?

Director Qi sat up straight: "Okay, then who do you want to invite?"

Shen Du's eyes were lowered, his brows were calm, he raised his eyes after hearing Director Qi's answer, turned to the silent Elder Zhou, and smiled slightly——

"I want to invite Mr. Zhou, is that okay?"

……

The shadow of the candle is deep.

Although the palace people had already lit candlesticks everywhere in the palace, this warmth still couldn't make the sickly emperor feel better.

Liu Ying curled up on the dragon couch, his body was sideways, the bun on his head was a little messy, a few strands of hair hung down and fell on the pillow, and he fell asleep with weak breathing.

"Here." The palace guards outside the door all bent down and retreated silently one after another.

The person on the bed seemed to be woken up, the quilt moved slightly, he turned around, revealing a sickly pale face, there seemed to be some remnants of gentleness and tranquility in the eyebrows and eyes.

He saw who was coming.

"Mother's queen." He called out weakly, like a lost lamb, calling for his mother's approach.

However, Empress Lu only took a few steps closer and stopped half a step in front of the bed, her trembling fingertips were covered by the large and gorgeous sleeve robe.

She knew that her Ying'er, the emperor of the big man, was about to leave her and everyone else. He wanted to leave, and he always wanted to leave. He walked far away, but he never left.

After killing Ruyi, he hadn't stayed with her so quietly for a long time.

Empress Lu turned her head slightly, pretending to wipe the corners of her eyes casually.

"Mother..." The person on the bed looked at her quietly, even blinking seemed to be a strenuous task, but Empress Lu just looked down at him, fearing that he would return to his unrestrained appearance in the next moment.

Alcoholism had already hollowed out his body, and the stagnation in his heart made him sick like a mountain.

Empress Lu approached, and sat down beside his bed with her sleeves. She asked, "Did you ever blame me?"

Liu Ying shook his head slowly, he moved his body to the side of the bed with great effort, and after taking a breath, he raised his head and looked at Empress Lu: "...I don't, I never complained about my mother." He paused, then said weakly, "Son I want, I want to lean in your arms...cough cough..."

His head rested lightly on Empress Lu's lap, and his pale complexion seemed to turn a little rosy.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said slowly.

"When you were young, you taught... the songs you taught your son, the clothes you sewed for your son... the father wants to abolish, abolish his son's position as prince, cough cough... cough cough cough... it is you who ask for it as a queen The adults of your family are also you...let your son ascend the throne..."

"... I, I remember all of these, cough... how can I blame you..."

"Yes." Empress Lu murmured with an expression that seemed to be laughing or crying, "You remember."

"Mother..." Liu Ying's eyes began to slacken, as if he saw something, he used all his strength to grab the clothes on Empress Lu's body. He raised his neck, as if he couldn't breathe.

"Boy, baby is not filial." He rubbed his face into Empress Lu's arms, just like when he was a child, fragile and greedy for the warmth of his mother's embrace, his face was peaceful, but his clenched hands showed his pain.

Empress Lu trembled and placed her hands on top of his head, stroking gently up and down.

Then I heard him say in a frenzy——

"Mother... I also want to be... a, good... good emperor, emperor..."

The cloth in front of him was pulled suddenly, and then loosened in an instant, the force disappeared instantly, and the person in his arms stopped breathing.

Empress Lu hugged him, but she was still sitting on the side of the couch in a daze, her eyes turned red in an instant, and she was staring at a certain point in the void.

A tear drops.

"Crack!!!" Director Qi's click instantly woke up many people.

Shen Du got up from the bed, took the tissue from Liu Liu next to him, and handed it to the actor who played Empress Lu: "Teacher Tian."

Tian Nuan took it and wiped her eyes, and joked, "Just now, I was talking about my mother, but it's the teacher after the camera?"

Shen Du was also unambiguous, and immediately changed his words: "Sister Tian."

Tian Nuan suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes.

The staff of the film crew immediately came to sort things out. Liu Liu was called over just now, but now he ran back in a jerk: "Brother Shen, the director told you to go over."

Shen Du took the towel and wiped his face, returned it to Liu Liu, thanked him again, and glanced across the field.

The ins and outs of the matter have to go back to more than a month ago.