According to this progress, it will be completed in less than half a month!
Dai Zhuoqing thought of it, and so did the actors.
When the filming started again, everyone was as excited as if they had been shot.
After the third run-in, the actors finally forgot about the reins in their hands and their unruly legs, and could concentrate on following the plot.
Ye Wan took the lead and rushed forward with his soldiers.
The fighting seemed to have lasted for a light-year, and the opposing camp retreated with its troops.
Even if it was just a short victory today, they held on.
The beautiful woman on the horse breathed softly, "Retreat the troops..."
"Princess, be careful!"
"Princess……"
"Ale!"
A black shadow flashed past, and a figure rushed over and landed on Princess Changle's horse.
The horse neighed and raised its front hooves high.
When the horse's hooves fell, Chang Le turned around, as if he was seeing the enemy general in the distance who left angrily after the failed attempt to launch a cold arrow.
Behind her, a young general wearing black armor had two arrows stuck in his back and arms.
"Ale..."
The young man smiled and called out his lover's name. Before he could even say "I'm here", a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Xiu Chen..."
It seemed that Lin Xiuchen, who was supposed to be in the imperial capital, fell from the sky.
It seemed that he was stunned by the arrow hitting his chest and the blood gushing out from under the arrow.
Chang Le, whose face was filled with a solemn look, was momentarily absent-minded.
"Military doctor, where is the military doctor?"
After coming back to his senses, Changle called out to the military doctor with a trembling voice.
Lin Xiuchen held it on the back of his hand.
"Ale..."
The man shook his head and smiled at her, "I promised you that I will...protect you for the rest of my life, and I did it!"
"Xiuchen, brother Xiuchen, brother Xiuchen..."
They both fell off their horses and remained calm and collected in front of others, as if they were princesses who didn't know what to do with fatigue and panic. Their faces were so pale that there was no trace of blood in them.
His blood-stained eyes were full of sternness, "Military doctor!"
"Brother Xiuchen, you will be fine, no..."
"Ale..."
With a face full of pain, Lin Xiuchen seemed to have used up the last bit of strength in his body, struggled to sit up and hugged Chang Le, "You must be well...be well. If, if there is an afterlife...Lin Xiuchen will still, will still be there."
I will protect you for the rest of my life. I hope that by then, I... we can be an ordinary common people couple, a pair for the rest of our lives."
The hand that wrapped around Changle's back slipped from her shoulder.
The young and handsome man still had a satisfied smile on his face.
As if to say: Ah Le, I have not let you down in this life!
"Lin Xiuchen, Lin Xiuchen..."
He murmured, as if knowing that Lin Xiuchen was dead, Chang Le's eyes were filled with tears.
The movements are gentle, as if the lover is not dead, but sleeping.
Chang Le gritted his teeth, pulled out two arrows, and let go of Lin Xiuchen.
"The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. We lived together in Changqian, and the two children had no idea..."
A lingering ditty.
Crying with endless sadness.
Chang Le used his sleeve as a handkerchief and wiped Lin Xiuchen's face clean.
"The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums. We lived together in Changqian, and the two children had no idea..."
The minor tune is still repeating.
In the camera, the hair is stained on the face, and there are scars and blood on the face.
A tear slipped down his cheek, ticking, and fell on Lin Xiuchen's face.
Fingertips traced across Lin Xiuchen's eyebrows, as if to carve that face into his heart. Changle leaned over and kissed him on the lips, "Lin Xiuchen, I will wait for you in the next life..."
"Pass!"
Dai Zhuoqing shouted, but the expected applause did not ring out.
Such a touching piece of extremely beautiful tragedy is just a passing statement. Doesn’t it deserve a little applause?