Finale

Xiang Meng was very surprised that Fu Qing was able to sign Ye Shuyao's book, and his whole person immediately gave off a dog-legged vibe.

After all, I got to know this writer and screenwriter earlier when he participated in "Married to a Romance". Not only does he write well, but he also has great luck in adapting.

Among the many novels that are often adapted into novels, several of her drama adaptations have achieved good results, and even one or two of them have become blockbuster hits.

Xiang Meng happily dragged Fu Qing to the set and enthusiastically introduced him to the set manager and director whom he was familiar with.

Although she looked polite on the face, she was thinking in her heart that it would be over as soon as possible and she wanted to go back and read the novel.

The newly added scene is Ning Wu's daily life in the deep house.

There was no war at that time, so her husband took off his armor and returned to the fields. He only tended the vegetable field, cooked rice, and played the game of eagle catching chickens with his children every day.

Ning Wu sat aside speechless.

"There are only three of us. What kind of games are we playing? Let's go home and have dinner."

The man paused, hugged his son, who was acting as an eagle, and then picked up his daughter, who was acting as a chicken, and walked in the direction of Ningwu.

"Whatever you want to eat, I'll cook it."

Ning Wu pursed her lips and smiled, then took a few steps forward, took her little daughter and held her in her arms.

When the youngest daughter heard that they were going to cook, she followed Ning Wu and planned to come down.

"Mom, please put me down. I want to help daddy cook."

"Don't make trouble." Ning Wu stared at the little daughter seriously, but the little daughter was not afraid of her at all and still ran to the stove with her short legs.

Ning Wu laughed. She didn't know what her mentality was, but she touched her head out of nowhere.

I touched a hairpin.

When I pulled it off and looked at it, I found that it was a silver wintersweet.

He must have penetrated her when she picked up her daughter just now. This damn ghost was doing something useless. She looked disgusted but quickly put it on again and ran home with sweet little steps.

The life of an ordinary couple is trivial and sweet. It would be nice if there was no war...

The director called a call, and Fu Qing's scene ended.

Fu Qing left that day, and Xiang Meng went to see him off. On the way, he couldn't help but ask: "Can the movie "Flowers, Snow, Moon" still be broadcast?"

"No, once an actor is caught in a cheating scandal, no matter whether the other party is active or passive, he will be labeled as a mistress."

People in the world hate mistresses the most.

This kind of controversial film will definitely be inundated with comments from netizens once it is released.

But Ye Shuyao's appeal is quite strong. It's not easy to make a hit in today's film and television industry, so the production company hasn't given up yet.

"What should we do?" Xiang Meng thought about it and felt a little frustrated. After all, she is a special guest who will appear in the ending song. It would be a pity not to be broadcast.

"The drama team may choose to use AI to replace Lin Yin's face, but we don't know what the effect will be."

Okay, Xiang Meng didn't say anything else and sent Fu Qing directly to the car.

The post-production of modern dramas is very simple. Xiang Meng thought that it would be broadcast directly after being scheduled, but he did not expect to encounter Lin Yin.

The project and cost of AI face transplantation are very huge, and I don’t know how long it will take.

After working hard for half a year, I still don’t have any works. To be honest, I still feel guilty occasionally. I feel so guilty that I don’t dare to read fans’ messages on Weibo...

After Cheng Yi prepared the contract, he came to the set again and planned to watch Xiang Meng sign it.

But Xiangmeng's scene today is suicide.

Ning Wu looked at the yellow sand in the sky, as if he saw the undead lying on the land.

The sword at hand was blunt and could not cut off anyone's neck, including his own.

She threw away the sword, and then carefully took out a handkerchief from her heart. The handkerchief was slowly opened, revealing the plum blossom hairpin lying inside.

The hairpin is simple and plain, but very sharp.

In the end, she had no one to protect, and she didn't even have a decent sword to die with.

Ning Wu smiled bitterly, took out the hairpin, slowly folded the handkerchief and stuffed it back into her collar. Such a simple action took all her energy.

Ning Wu inserted the hairpin into her neck and no blood came out, so she took a deep breath, pushed one end of the plum blossom, and pushed in as hard as she could.

Finally, fresh blood burst out, staining her already bright red bloody clothes.

When she fell down, it seemed as if someone was dragging her from behind. Ning Wu twitched the corners of her mouth and said hoarsely.

"What I did is pretty good..."

There was no one around Ning Wu, including relatives, friends, and soldiers. They all died on the battlefield.

No one could give her a response, but without a response, she refused to close her eyes.

At this time, a moving voice came from outside the venue.

He yelled, "You're doing great."

Ning Wu smiled weakly and finally closed his eyes. Tears flowed down the side of his face from the corners of his eyes, dripping on the city tower made of blood.

At this point, Xiang Meng's scenes in "The Battle with the King" are all over.
Chapter completed!