It was from the beginning that my mother missed that man and lost all her dignity, and finally she lost her right at hand.

She was still young at that time and after seeing the mad mother look like she was already crazy, she made up her mind.

No matter what missing is, it must be a bad thing. She will never miss others in her life.

But now, she actually began to miss the prince's brother?

"Oh? Chongguang wants to be alone?"

Just as she was wondering if something was wrong with her, the sudden sound from the door of the hall made her stop all her thoughts.

The palace maid behind her bowed and shouted in unison.

"Welcome to the Crown Prince."

Ning Zhizhi subconsciously looked back and saw Ning Chen standing there in military uniform. Part of the silver willow leaf armor on his body was stained with blood, and another part was washed away by the rain, gathering at his feet into a small puddle.

The black hair was originally tied meticulously on the top of his head, but now it is wet with the rain, with a small part of the hair pressing against his cheeks.

His gentle eyebrows and eyes were stained with a hint of sharpness due to the battle on the battlefield, and his lightness made the palace maid next to him tremble.

But Ning Zhizhi was not afraid at all. She looked at Ning Chen who was rushing back in a hurry, and suddenly jumped off the imperial chaise longue and walked straight towards him.

"Brother, you're late."

"Sorry, Shigekawa, it's my brother who was wrong. I will definitely be punctual next time."

The moment she was taken into her arms by Ning Chen, Ning Zhizhi was in a daze for a moment, subconsciously spreading her arms to wrap around Ning Chen. She was so uncomfortable that she was hurt by the hard armor that she felt uncomfortable all over her body, but she was reluctant to let go of Ning Chen.

Ning Zhizhi thought calmly in her heart.

Queen Mother, if this is the feeling of missing someone, then I miss the prince’s brother very much.

Ning Chen raised his hand and touched her cheek with his rough fingertips.

Those hands were originally slender and white, and even though they had left some thin calluses because of practicing martial arts and holding pens, they were not as good as they are now, with weather-beaten scars.

Ning Zhizhi pressed his little hand against the back of his hand, bit her lips tightly, and suddenly raised her head to signal him to lower her head.

"Brother, stop going, this is a dead end."

After the father believed in slander, put the prince in prison, and killed many military generals, it was already a game of chess.

Even if the father is under house arrest and the prince is in power, it is impossible to turn the tide.

She spoke, wanting to tell Ning Chen that she had prepared a retreat in the morning: "North of the south of the city, there is a dead tree under the willow tree..."

Ning Chen suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on the back of her head, slightly increasing the force, stopping her from saying what she said next.

His voice was low, but he felt a sense of peace of mind.

"Don't be afraid, my brother will be fine, wait for my brother to come back."

Suddenly, the sound of war drums sounded from outside. Ning Zhizhi looked at Ning Chen's decisive way of letting go of her leaving figure, and her heart was in a state of pain. She trotted forward a few steps and suddenly shouted loudly.

"When will you come back!"

"Tomorrow at noon."

...

“action!”

As the field record board fell, Ning Chen quickly pulled away from his emotions. He turned around and walked towards Ning Zhizhi, and hugged Ning Zhizhi who was still in a daze.

"Zhizhi?"

It's not the little princess in the play, but her name.

Ning Chen looked at her worriedly, afraid that she would really be immersed in the play and couldn't get out.

However, Ning Zhizhi's condition was better than he expected. She had just breathed a few times before she woke up.

She looked at Ning Chen steadily, and suddenly tilted her head and smiled.

"What's wrong with the second brother?" The appearance was exactly the same as before.

But Ning Chen still looked at her with concern. After noticing that the light in her eyes was much dimmer than before, he pursed his lips and directly carried her into his arms.

"Zhizhi, that's just filming."

"I know, brother, don't worry, I didn't take it seriously. I just wondered just now, if the little princess knew that the brother she cared about the most, she would regret it if she died on the battlefield for herself."

Maybe it will?

Ning Zhizhi felt sad.

Although she was not a little princess, at that moment, she felt that she and the little princess' brain were in the same frequency.

They were reluctant to let their brother go to a dead end step by step.

The little princess may regret it in the end. She designed Ning Chen and asked him to take her away from the abandoned palace, right?

Relying on Ning Chen's shoulder, Ning Zhizhi adjusted her emotions.

Qin Chuan, who had watched the whole paragraph next to him, suddenly made a sound, with an unprecedented excitement in his voice.

"Yes, that's it, this is what you want!"

His eyes looked at Ning Zhizhi with fanaticism and appreciation, just as an artist saw the artwork that he admired the most.

"The scene that Xiao Zhizhi just filmed was great, and this is what I want! This is what the little princess should be like. Zhizhi, you acted great, you are really smart."

In Qin Chuan's imagination, although the little princess was precocious due to her experience, she had only a slight understanding of some things because of her age.

At first, she thought that she was with the prince to use him to live a life of luxury. Later, she saw the wound on the prince and was worried that he would be injured and made excuses for herself, thinking that it was just that she didn't want to see him die and didn't want him to drag her down.

It was not until the end that she heard what the palace maid said, and then she realized that she had regarded the prince as her brother and relative from the bottom of her heart, so she couldn't bear to see him hurt and didn't want to see his back when he left.

The passionate and restrained emotions that Ning Zhizhi showed in the last scene were exactly what Qin Chuan wanted to see.

He didn't expect that his words "free play" to Ning Zhizhi could bring him such a big surprise.

Ning Zhizhi was not happy because of Qin Chuan's praise, but looked up at Qin Chuan.

"Uncle Qin Chuan, did the prince really die in the end?"

Qin Chuan did not answer her question directly, but squatted down and looked at her with a soft voice.

“Didn’t it already prompted at the beginning?”

The scene at the beginning is to suggest the final outcome of the prince.

In Qin Chuan's movies, everything has its meaning of existence, and all scenes are also connected particularly appropriately by it.

Ning Zhizhi had a guess in her heart and felt a little sad. Even though she knew that this was just fake, she still didn't want to see the final outcome of the prince being death.

It's amazing, she actually had such an emotional day.

Ning Chen, who was holding her, was closest to him, and he could feel her emotions the most intuitively.

"Zhizhi?" Ning Chen's voice was tense. In Ning Zhizhi's silence, his jaw lines became tighter and tighter, and the eyes that looked at Qin Chuan also contained a little dissatisfaction and blame.

"Qin Chuan, Zhizhi's situation doesn't look very good. The original finale should be pushed to tomorrow. I don't want a scene to disturb Zhizhi's mood."
Chapter completed!