In December, snow fell one after another in Chang'an City. The wagons rutted in the snow, the erratic footprints of horses and footprints mingled, and the pedestrians hurried, stretching out their hands from time to time, curling up and wanting to huddle in their collars. The street was quiet, but it was hot in the tavern. There are people who carry baskets to sell flowers and those who play. Among them, an old man with vicissitudes of life is sitting on the table in the middle selling huqin, and there are a lot of onlookers.

Yunyan poked back the crowd, and his eyes stayed on the huqin for a long time. Wen Sheng asked, "how much is it?"

The old man rolled his white eyes and replied lazily, "one thousand gold."

There was a sudden uproar in the crowd, and the huqin did not distinguish between the good and the bad. Even if it was a good thing of the first class, I am afraid it was not worth the money. How can I know that this poor scholar bought the huqin without saying a word and said aloud, "I am good at playing the piano. Please come back tomorrow and listen to me play a song."

"cut, pass." Li ou's voice just fell, and before Ji Yaoguang went up to see Changyu's face, he was ready to shoot the second scene, the same scene, but the snow had stopped and the old man who sold the piano was no longer there.

After seeing the crowd gathering, Yunyan Hui, holding Huqin, smiled and said in a loud voice, "some Bucai, since Wu entered Beijing, hit a brick wall everywhere with a hundred axes of poetry and prose, and no one appreciates it." This huqin is used by musicians, how can we do it? " As soon as the voice fell, the huqin in his arms was smashed to pieces. Before the people came to their senses, they gave their poems to others. Within a long time, the name of Yunyan Hui has spread all over Kyoto.

The foundation of Changyu is beyond doubt, the first scene is plain, and then there is the Jianghuai play. This Jianghuai is also a new young fresh meat, and Ji Yaoguang has the same company, because his vibrant smiling face has been created into the image of a sunny boy, "the minister" is also his first film, the inner tension can be imagined. He played the role of Prime Minister Zhao Tiandan, who played an extremely important role in Yunyan's official career. Had Zhao Tiandan not recommended her to Princess Pingyang, Yunyan would have continued to take a lot of detours. Ji Yaoguang devoted himself to Changyu, sat aside and twisted his body for a moment, then became a little impatient. As soon as she looked up and saw Chang Yu walking towards the dressing room, she hurriedly followed her, but was blocked by the indifferent Josie at the door.

"." Ji Yaoguang was stupefied at first, then showed a few ingratiating smiles, and then humbly pleaded at Josie: "Sister Qiao, please let me in." I don't speak, I just watch. "

Josie frowned. She grabbed Ji Yaoguang by the wrist, dragged her to the side of the room, put her hands around her chest and asked impatiently, "what's going on?" Can you make people feel at ease? " Josie's strength was so strong that Ji Yaoguang could not break free. In the end, he could only follow her with an unlovable face. He was quite sorry that he could not see Chang Yu.

"I was wrong." Ji Yaoguang looked down at his tiptoes and recognized his mistake unequivocally. Where does Josie really don't know what happened? Looking at Ji Yaoguang's appearance, she was going to laugh angrily. The center of the eyebrow twisted into a ball, and she gritted her teeth and said, "do you think Chang Yu can look up to Zhao Qing's ugly appearance?" Believe everything and be jealous of everything. Why don't you take a look at your own tidbits? When I get home after a busy day, I still have to wait on you, a childish man with a princess temper, not to mention Changyu, even I feel tired. "

Are you that bad? Ji Yaoguang pointed to his nose and murmured his lips, but he suddenly lost his strength when he saw Josie's prickly eyes. She and Chang Yu seemed to have a lot of differences. In the end, it was Chang Yu's unilateral accommodation. She only asked what Chang Yu would do, but never behaved herself, and it was not too much to say that Ji Yaoguang was unreasonable. After listening to so many people messing around, seeing so many knives in the back and so many on and off, she was so afraid that both herself and Chang Yu, who were immersed in the circle, would take that dark road.

"Why are you distracted?" Josie reached out and shook her hand in front of Ji Yaoguang's eyes.

"Ah?" Ji Yaoguang is obviously still in a state of confusion.

Josie rolled her eyes and was about to say something when she heard a constant voice outside. Before she reacted, Yao Guang of Touji had rushed out with an arrow, which could be stopped in front of Chang Yu. Chang Yu was still wearing a costume, but the makeup on his face was removed, and instantly he returned to that aloof look. Ji Yaoguang shook under her cold eyes. She held out her hand and covered her lips with a dry cough. She didn't know what to say and subconsciously bit her nails.

This is Ji Yaoguang's habitual little gesture. Chang Yu could not see her like this most. Almost without deep thought, she patted Ji Yaoguang's hand and frowned and said, "Don't" she stopped before she finished her words, and she realized that she and Ji Yaoguang were still in the cold war. Looking at the person who appeared in front of her, a mass of depression appeared in her heart, and her face was getting colder and colder.

"are we done over there?" Josie, who came out slowly from the small room, just broke the stagnant atmosphere.

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Josie's appearance relieved Chang Yu's embarrassment. She glanced quietly at Ji Yao Guang, and her eyes fell on Josie. The two men didn't know what to say in the house. After being in a trance for a moment, she replied, "it's not over there. It's a scene with Li Yaoyao." I don't know how many NG times Li Yaoyao and Jianghuai have played each other. There was a little impatience in Chang Yu's eyes. She rubbed her temples, stopped looking at Ji Yaoguang, and walked towards Li ou.

Ji Yaoguang looked down at his hand. Changyu's strength was not heavy, like the touch of the spring breeze. I'm afraid some of the habits carved in the bones can't be changed. Changyu is not as ruthless as you think, is it? He stayed in place and comforted himself for a while, and Ji Yaoguang followed him, sat honestly to one side, straightened up, put his hands on his lap, and stared at Changyu intently.