This script is going to be cool [Rebirth]

Zhong Bochen held onto the jade pendant and did not let go.I was afraid that he would tear the rope directly in a fit of anger.I wanted to raise my hand to stop him, but unfortunately my arm was not tightly connected and I couldn't lift it up, so I had to carefully shrink my neck to loosen the rope a little.

It stands to reason that this jade pendant was originally his property, so he just returned it.But I somehow feel that if the jade pendant is really returned, something between us will be broken.As for what exactly it is, I can't say.But my sixth sense has always been very accurate, it's better not to die.

Zhong Bochen wiped the jade pendant carefully with his thumb, wiping off the blood on it, and looked down at me carefully.I looked into his eyes as deep as the night, and suddenly felt anxious as if I had fallen into a well and couldn't come out.He is sad, I understand.But what is he sad about?Just because I said I wanted him to be emperor?Ordinary people, if they have the chance to be the emperor, why don't they jump up and do a 360-degree Thomas maneuver, and then roll around on the spot to thank God?But our Zhong Dacheng did the opposite, so out of this world.

Because I am lying down.When I looked up at Zhong Bochen's cheeks from this angle, I suddenly noticed that Zhong Bochen's eyelashes were very long, like a thin fence, dividing his probing eyes into several fragments, which spread out to see my whole body. , It made my heart itch.I suddenly remembered a summer night many years ago, I was standing by the sea, looking at the bright moon hanging in the sky.A bead in the heart of the moon is supposed to be a quiet and beautiful scene, but it just makes me feel the lingering sadness like spring water flowing eastward.

I was alone for 20 years.Outside the script, the parents left early and there were not many friends.Only two or three wine and meat friends.It's too late to meet each other at the wine table, who are you when you are in trouble?In the end, it's all up to you.I'd rather die than stay alive.I never expected to be able to fly to the top one day, but I never thought of a big opportunity and traveled into my own script.Became a prince.

Although this script is a tragedy, and I am always afraid of being torn apart by five horses, I do feel a little 'alive' after all.Whether it is turmoil or internal and external troubles, I have found some serious things to do.What's more, in my subconscious mind, the plot in this script should be what I experienced in my previous life... no, it was experienced in several lifetimes ago.In that life, I was not as good as a pig or a dog, and I played a good hand of cards to a pulp.I am ashamed of the first emperor, I am ashamed of General Wei, and I am even more sorry for this stubborn Prime Minister Zhong.I owed them a peaceful and prosperous world, and trampled on a piece of sincerity.I should atone.

Just as I was thinking, I suddenly sucked in a gust of cold air and coughed.Zhong Bochen finally let go of the jade pendant, and put his hand on my chest to give me comfort, but he just paused and then moved away.I was just about to take this opportunity to ease the atmosphere, when someone outside the camp suddenly reported loudly: "Lord Zhong, the general is here!"

Zhong Bochen glanced at me, raised his hand quickly and touched the corner of his eyes, got up and left.Looking at his erratic back, I suddenly felt that he was very tired.He is not like me, he can recuperate and stay in bed, cry a lot when he is in a bad mood, and eat and drink when he is in a good mood.Zhong Bochen is the prime minister, his words and deeds represent the imperial court, he must be so tolerant that no one can find a single fault.He dragged my disappointing master, gritted his teeth and walked forward.However, the master would make a fuss at every turn to quit, making him beat and scold, and saying a few words was like playing the piano to a cow.

I suddenly woke up.Brother Zhong was really wronged and panicked.The imperial court was poor and white.If the work is done well, there is no money to reward;Although I was reluctant to cut him down, I let him squat in the stable for a while after all.Presumably our lofty and aloof Prime Minister Zhong has never been so angry.I have to take this opportunity to express myself with the Ace of Regent leg pendant hanging on my thigh.So the moment Zhong Bochen was about to step out of the tent, I forced myself to shout: "Bochen!"

Zhong Bochen paused, and slowly turned his head to the side.I smiled hastily, squeezed my skinny cheeks, and tried my best to put on a grin that stretched to the back of my head: "Come back soon."

Zhong Bochen froze for a while, and finally walked out without any response.I suddenly felt that he had become much more alienated than before, and I couldn't help but feel upset.

I thought of that jade pendant, and my heart started to murmur.Why does he want to return this jade pendant?And why did you give me this jade pendant?Is there anything to say about this thing?

"Heartbroken poems about the past..." I have a problem with this person.When thinking about things, I can't help talking to myself.While muttering repeatedly, Shangguan Xia came in with a bowl of medicine soup, and answered casually: "You don't know if you're stupid."

What are you talking about? !I spit and choked myself to cough.Shangguan Xia lazily came over and patted my chest: "Your Highness, wait for your injury to heal before you recite poems."

"The sentence you just answered..." I almost stared out my eyes, and coughed up the smell of blood in my throat.

Shangguan Xia looked puzzled: "The past is a heart-breaking poem, I don't know if you are a fool... Isn't this a whole sentence?"

... It's over.I don't know this poem at all!What a reincarnation, I, a bad screenwriter who doesn't want to make progress, finally suffered from being uneducated!

What does this poem mean?Even if I am illiterate I understand.This shit is confessing!I said why Prime Minister Zhong treated me so unusually.I have hung this jade pendant all my life, and I thought it belonged to my mother, and I didn't bother to find out the meaning of this poem. Am I a fool? !

But now, it is no longer a question of being stupid or not.I felt cold all over, just like what is written in martial arts novels: "That person's heart is cold, his eyes are cold, and his sword is also cold..."

I'm going to be quick-frozen two hundred and five.

Seeing that I was out of breath, Shangguan Xia patted my face and asked, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

A barrage kept circulating in my mind: "This drama can't be performed." As a result, my eyes were full of gold stars, and my three souls and seven souls all got out of their bodies and wandered in the sky.While flying, he lowered his head and laughed at me: "Have you forgotten what bullshit plot you wrote yourself?"

No!I let out a dying cry and begged Shangguan Xia to give me the paper, ink, brush and inkstone with tears in my eyes.This script can't be like this!Isn't this a crime!Thinking of him, Zhong Bochen, who is handsome and handsome, with bones and immortal demeanor, if he takes a fancy to me, wouldn't it be a mistake for him!

I have to break this plot back... I braced myself to get up, but Shangguan Xia quickly pushed me back: "Your Highness's arms are injured, please don't start writing now..."

"No! I have to write!" I knocked my head on the ground and howled, "It's too late if I don't write any more!"

Shangguan Xia was shocked by my crazy performance, and when he saw me kneeling on the couch tremblingly and standing up little by little without hesitation, he couldn't help but screamed: "Your Highness, can you still get up?!"

"Quick! Get a pen!" I was so dumbfounded that I only longed for the privilege of being a 'playwright'.If I can change the direction of the script at this time, everything will return to calm.He is still the prime minister who is not stained with dust, and I am still a prince who is not waiting to die.The relationship between us is the best when we are both monarch and minister, teacher and friend.At most, go one step further and become a confidant.In short, it will not be such an embarrassing situation as it is now.

He has no reason to like me.Before I left the country to become a proton, he didn't have much communication with me at all.At that time, he was not the prime minister, and I lived in the palace and seldom went to court.The only connection between us is that I was wandering around the Jiaming Hall, and I occasionally heard the fourth brother praise the court master Zhong, Song Caipan's noodles, and his poems and paintings.Then I looked up at Mr. Zhong's recent excellent works with a pious heart, and then compared my nonsense articles, and felt a little inferior for a while.

Therefore, this jade pendant, this token of love, and this confession of love poems should not belong to me.I'm not afraid that I will become a broken sleeve. If this script is written in this way, then I can give up on myself and either live alone forever, or hold my nose and choose a lover to die with.The problem is, the hope of our dynasty, Prime Minister Zhong, cannot be broken sleeves!No, no, I mean he can cut off his sleeves, if he can meet a man who is as resourceful and affectionate as him, then he will be considered happy.And I, a guy who has lived today without tomorrow, who can eat whatever he eats, and can do whatever he can, would never dare to get involved with Prime Minister Zhong.

It must be that when I was writing the script, I added my own unreasonable thoughts and wrote Zhong Bochen as secretly in love with me!I am so ashamed that I am determined to choose out of this absurd plot.Seeing that Shangguan Xia couldn't stop me, he could only persuade me: "Your Highness, lie down well, and I will bring it to you! Go and lie down!"

"Quick, quick! Let me tell you, you write for me!" I looked at my hands, which were wrapped into steamed buns, and my brow was sweating.

Shangguan Xia coaxed me to drink the medicinal soup before taking out the pen and paper.I cleared my throat: "Prime Minister Zhong Bochen..."

Then I got stuck.

what should i sayThe prime minister, Zhong Bochen, was appreciated by the regent, Cen Yue.Dedicated to the whole life, with a breeze in both sleeves, to get two or three virtuous and beautiful women, grow old together, and have a lot of children and grandchildren?

I can't say it.It's too bland.Although this is the best ending, it is too plain for him.

I also feel that plainness is true, and there is nothing wrong with it.It's better than having a crush on my unlucky prince, and finally working so hard and dying without any cause.

That's all.I am his 'king' and he is my 'subject'.We respect each other as guests, he protects me from danger, and I spoil him for a hundred years without worries.Complement each other, not owe each other.

Shangguan Xia's pen was collected, and after writing this sentence, he probably felt that the next step was to be high-powered, and that the incompleteness would involve state secrets, so he lowered his voice a little: "Your Highness...and then?"

then...then...

I suddenly want to cry.Huddled under the blanket full of unwillingness.I'm really hypocritical, I keep saying it's for his own good, but I can't make up my mind at the critical moment.He said he likes me and is infatuated with me but I don't know.If this is true, that would be great.Even if it's a dream come true, I will willingly jump in and drown in it.After reincarnation and reincarnation, blue sky and yellow spring, I finally met someone who I can rely on.

Fortunately, it was him, but unfortunately it was him.

"Your Highness..." Shangguan Xia patted the quilt and called me: "Your Highness, stop thinking about it. Take a good rest."

"No." I got out, shaking my nose, "Continue writing."

Shangguan Xia sighed helplessly, picked up the pen again and waited for the next text.I bit my lip, and cursed myself that I was getting more and more useless. The elders were bothered by such unrealistic things, and wept pitifully.

Cen Yue, oh Cen Yue, who do you think you are crying for? !No matter how much melancholy, it is not self-inflicted.If you didn't go your own way, didn't distinguish right from wrong, and abandoned the common people in this world and your loyal ministers for that heartless man.Are you going to end up with a dead body? !How many lifetimes will you have to pay for this retribution, even if you drank fake wine to death...

No... I was suddenly confused.Am I Cen Yue or 'Cen Yue'?If this is my previous life, can a mere script change everything?Obviously not.

So he... I shivered, and two little people wrestled in my head.One snorted: "It's fake, don't get too involved in the drama."; the other snorted: "This is your previous life, the script has long since died."

My small brain was smashed to pieces with one punch and one kick by these two guys.At this time, a person suddenly walked up to Shangguan Xia and snatched the paper from his hand.Shangguan Xia did not resist, and respectfully retreated to a corner of the tent and said, "Your Highness just wanted to dictate..."

"...Okay..." This desolate voice brought back my messy mind.I looked up and saw Zhong Bochen gripping the paper almost to pieces, and Sai Xue's oppressive face froze me to the ground.Seeing that the situation was not good, Shangguan Xia ran away close to the side.The rest of us just stared at each other.

Zhong Bochen looked at me who was trembling, and suddenly there was a trace of 'unbearable' in his eyes.With a faint smile on his face, he knelt down beside me, picked up Shangguan Xia's dropped writing brush, and said softly, "Your Highness, what do you want to write? It means that you are sick and weak and plan to push this humble minister to the throne; or Saying that a humble official takes credit for his pride and disregards the safety of His Royal Highness King Jin, should he be punished for his crime?"

I was stunned, and it took me a long time to murmur: "Don't laugh...I'm panicking..."

Zhong Bochen still had that strange smile, seeming desperate and angry.He poked the brush on the paper and rattled: "Your Highness, the important minister in the court, how do you think of this minister, I have self-knowledge; how does Your Highness think of this minister, I dare not think deeply about it. But Wei I still want to be a fool. King Jin broke into the barracks alone, it was indeed Weichen's design. But before that, Weichen asked Liu Ge to send a letter to General Liu—if King Jin dared to go alone Come here to apologize, General Liu must not hurt King Jin, and must not take refuge in King Shun. I know that General Liu is upright and filial, and he will definitely do what he promised."

That's it... I swallowed and spit, my heart was so blocked that I went crazy, but I could only keep my last bit of face calmly: "...Thank you."

Zhong Bochen didn't seem to care about my state of being about to collapse at all, he raised his pen and looked at me: "Your Highness, let's talk. What do you want me to do?"

how is it?

How do I know how!

I looked at Zhong Bochen's little finger and found that it was trembling at an extremely fine frequency.I understand that he is also afraid.The big tree attracts the wind, and the merits are high. He is afraid that I will guard him like a thief just like Uncle Wei.However, his way of doing things is extremely sophisticated, which makes people keep a respectful distance from him and dare not talk to him.

But that's not what I'm afraid of.I finally broke down.Awow cried out: "Fuck you. You are wronged, and I am still wronged! You say you are so blind! Why did you give me the jade pendant! What can I do..."

No way, it's too depressing.I'm going to pee my pants if I don't cry...