[I'm convinced. Originally, the crew of "The Heroine of the Kingdom" shot scenes on location, which made me very optimistic about the rigor of this crew. It should be different from other shoddy historical dramas. In the end, do we still have to take this step? 】
[Add emotional drama to Jiang Xuanjin, "The Female General of the Kingdom" is a must-win! 】
[Is Si Fuqing going to bring in new people? Can he focus on acting? 】
The outcry became louder and louder, and the crew naturally took notice.
"There's a lot of opposition online." The screenwriter frowned, "Director Lu, do we want to continue filming?"
"Shooting, of course." Director Lu pushed up his glasses, "We found historical evidence. Didn't several professors from the Department of Archeology in Daxia also find Jiang Xuanjin's tomb in Beizhou? Who said he couldn't have someone he likes?
Are you here?"
Screenwriter Wei Qian said: "Someone on the Internet took the lead and accused Teacher Si of wanting to introduce newcomers to maliciously add drama. The scolding was very unpleasant."
Hearing this, Sang Yanqing rolled up his sleeves: "It's okay, I'll do it."
She was so happy to have work to do again.
"Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Sang." Director Lu nodded, then hesitated, "Where's Teacher Si?"
"She said she was going to see someone off, and maybe she was channeling again." Sang Yanqing said casually, and started to contact Xingting Law Firm to deal with the trolls and keyboard warriors on the Internet.
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Si Fuqing rested early today and was already lying in the game cabin at this time.
When she opened her eyes this time, she was in the center of the battlefield.
With the fire all around and corpses everywhere, it is not difficult to imagine how tragic this war was.
"Shua——!"
A sharp arrow shot through the air in this direction, and was about to penetrate her chest.
But in the Great Xia Dynasty, her body was very weak, and a soldier next to her pulled her away.
"Commander, the enemy has been dealt with." The soldier said quickly, "You don't have to come here in person, let's go back."
Si Fuqing stabilized her body and grabbed his arm: "Where is the marshal?"
"Marshal." The general paused and then laughed, "I have already gathered with several other generals."
Among the nine sons of the Jiang family, Jiang Xuanjin, as the eldest brother, was the last to die in the battle.
Si Fuqing murmured: "Sure enough..."
History really cannot be changed. Even if she experienced this history personally, she would still be just a passerby watching.
At this moment, the horse's neighing sound sounded.
To the north, a black horse was galloping towards the city gate.
The speed was so fast that the surviving soldiers thought the enemy was attacking again.
Until I saw the person on the horse.
The soldier was shocked and shouted: "Miss Su!"
The eldest lady of Zhongyong Hou Mansion, Su Yunchu.
Only Jiang Xuanjin has the ability to break into the barbarian military tent, which means that no one among them can help Jiang Xuanjin collect the body.
But a woman named Su Yunchu actually brought Jiang Xuanjin's body back.
And they didn't even realize when Su Yunchu came from Yong'an!
The horse stopped at the city gate, and several soldiers immediately stepped forward to help Su Yunchu up, trying to take Jiang Xuanjin from her arms.
But she didn't let go, and walked into the tent step by step with heavy steps.
The soldiers couldn't even bear to look at it, their eyes were already red.
Jiang Xuanjin's body was covered with wounds and bloody flesh. It seems that after his death, he also suffered inhuman abuse.
They couldn't accept it, so how could Su Yunchu endure it?
Si Fuqing took the medicine and entered the tent. He was about to hand it to Su Yunchu, but she grabbed her clothes.
Si Fuqing looked serious and took advantage of the situation to test her pulse. His heart sank instantly: "Miss Su?"
Su Yunchu was helpless.
If it were in reality, she could definitely be saved.
But in the Great Xia Dynasty, there was nothing she could do.
"Please, military advisor... cough!" Su Yunchu coughed, suppressing the sweetness in her throat, and asked softly, "Please, military advisor, bury me and him together, is that okay?"
Her eyes are soft, and she has the gentleness and grace that only a woman from an aristocratic family can have.
But just now, she acted alone and bravely, charging into the enemy camp one man and one horse, and her momentum was not weaker than Jiang Xuanjin's.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that there was such a beautiful woman in history.
Si Fuqing looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
We cannot share quilts in life, and we must share acupoints in death.
Su Yunchu received a positive answer, and finally felt relieved when she knew that she could stay with the boy she had loved for so many years forever.
Two days of exhaustion had completely worn down her body. She closed her eyes with contentment and stopped breathing. She still didn't let go of the hand holding Jiang Xuanjin.
Beside, the maid knelt down and cried: "Miss!"
Si Fuqing's fingers tightened little by little.
They are all the best among men and should have a brighter future.
But they all died on the battlefield.
This was the most brutal war after the Battle of Yanmen.
And even more soldiers died in the battle, as many as 50,000.
When old generals pass away, new generals take over.
An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, a hundred thousand young men and a hundred thousand troops.
This is Daxia, and the five states are immortal.
The next morning, Emperor Yin rushed over from Xizhou, which was also experiencing war.
He hadn't closed his eyes for several nights, and his eyes were completely green and black.
Beizhou has been recovered, but the people are gone.
The young emperor sat at the desk and picked up a pen.
Si Fuqing has been with him for so many years and knows that he has a habit.
He remembered the names of all the soldiers. No one knew how he remembered them, but he even knew the new generals who had just arrived.
Whoever went, he would write down his name.
One year, two years... Until now, it has been eleven years since he embarked on the road of conquering the South and the North, and this book is gradually getting thicker.
The names of 300,000 soldiers have been recorded on it, but the names are still increasing, as if there is no end.
He wrote one name after another in silence, without moving his eyes.
But his body exuded endless sadness, like a stormy sea, capable of swallowing up almost everything.
After a long, long silence, he looked at the book where he had recorded the death list, and tears finally fell one drop at a time.
She watched him from the age of nine until now, witnessed him grow from a boy to a man, saw him suffer humiliation, saw him covered with bruises, and even saw him experience suffering.
But I have never seen him cry.
Even though he was crying, he was very calm and didn't make any sound.
Si Fuqing's hand trembled.
She wanted to reach out and hug him and tell him that after fifteen hundred years, everything had settled.
In the future, Daxia will definitely not be troubled by wars, and young people will not have to die in battle.
But she couldn't say anything.
Until the last stroke falls.
After writing Jiang Xuanjin's name, he put down his pen and looked at the flames of war outside the tent.
At this point, all the men of the Jiang family have died in the battle.
In the huge general's mansion, only Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Zhaoyue, an orphan and a widowed mother, were left.
He was ashamed of Jiang Haiping.
He coughed suddenly, the sound was hollow and shallow, and he couldn't stop for a while.
Hearing the cough, Si Fuqing's expression suddenly changed as if he thought of something.
In 682 years of the lunar calendar, Jiang Xuanjin died in battle.
In 685 years of the lunar calendar, Emperor Yin died of tuberculosis.
In the middle, there is only a difference of two years.
Only two years left.
In reality, these two years are just over a month.
what to do?
Can she really watch him cough up blood and die?
Si Fuqing was stunned, and suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her heart.
At this moment, her emotions also fluctuated violently.
at the same time.
"Didi!"
The game cabin sounded an alarm, which meant that the player must leave the virtual game world immediately, otherwise he would suffer severe mental damage.
Yu Xiheng was still working and heard the siren immediately.
His eyes changed slightly and he quickly rushed to the next door.
"Brother Ninth, Miss Si won't be severely injured in "Eternity", right?" Feng San followed, anxiously asking, "If we don't disconnect the brain wave link in time, will she become a vegetative state?"
There are too many such examples.
The opportunities in "Eternity" are great, and one can become the richest man in Freeland overnight.
But it also comes with risks, being killed by powerful NPCs and advanced players until you can never log in to the game is a trivial matter.
Some people will die forever.
Yu Xiheng's eyebrows did not move, and he said calmly: "Back off."
Feng San immediately retreated.
Yu Xiheng then stepped forward, carefully checked the game cabin, and pressed several buttons on it.
"boom!"
The game cabin stopped its alarm and the door opened.
Yu Xiheng also saw the whole picture inside, and his pupils suddenly narrowed.
The girl curled up, hugging her knees with her hands, and huddled into a small ball.
She closed her eyes tightly and cried unconsciously.
His eyes darkened slightly and he took her out of the game cabin: "Qingqing? Qingqing?"
The voice rang in her ears, and Si Fuqing woke up suddenly. When she saw a familiar face, she was still a little unsure. She rubbed her eyes: "Brother Ninth?"
Yu Xiheng snorted and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong, you're crying like this?"
Although I didn’t get one, I still added an update~
Qingqing returned to the first place and continued to increase!! Rush!
Every time I write about the ancient part, it’s very heavy, alas_(:з」∠)_
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Let me say it again that I am opposed to any form of adaptation, copying, and blending! Whether it is Yinghuang or Qingqing.
In the three-dimensional entertainment industry, stay away from two-dimensional characters!!
I’ve written this book against the entertainment industry, so why are there still people rushing to do it? :)