Seeing Director Dai disappear behind the door of the conference room, Su Xiaoli turned around, looked at Su Mu with puzzled eyes and asked: "Why did my brother agree to them changing the script randomly??"
"It's not like they changed the script randomly." The cold expression on Su Mu's face disappeared instantly after Dai Dao went out. He looked down at Su Xiaoli sitting next to him, smiled slightly, and said in a gentle voice:
"Even if they didn't request to change the script like this, I would have asked them to change it into a tragedy later on."
"Why??" Su Xiaoli felt like she was filled with questions.
"Is this..." The smile on Su Mu's face suddenly became more mysterious. He reached out and touched Su Xiaoli's furry head, and said in a calm voice: "You will know after the TV show is broadcast."
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Su Xiaoli was still full of questions.
A little later that day, a message came from Director Dai, saying that he had agreed to change the script according to Su Mu's ending.
Then, Su Xiaoli saw that mysterious smile on his brother's face again.
The filming continued, because many scenes of the second female lead were forced later, so in the later stage, most of the scenes were played opposite Su Mu and Hu Suxin. Su Xiaoli, who had no role in the scene, moved a small bench and sat on Li.
The director was sitting not far away, watching his brother act.
Hmm... Her brother's performance as a scholar was really handsome. Even when facing the emperor, he looked neither humble nor overbearing.
He just stood tall and tall in the hall, with an expression on his face that was neither sad nor happy, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him.
But thinking about the way he looked when he just saw the little vixen, Su Xiaoli couldn't help but chuckle. The sharp contrast between before and after made it obvious that they were two people.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been with the little vixen for a long time, and even the scholar’s face has become thicker.
Then, she saw the shock on the scholar's face when he heard that the emperor said that he would marry the daughter of the prime minister's family to her, and he quickly stepped forward to ask for orders and told the emperor that he had been married.
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However, the emperor and even all the civil and military officials in the court looked unconcerned.
It doesn't matter if you are married, it doesn't matter if you have a house full of wives and concubines in your hometown. Now that the emperor has recommended marriage to you, you can only accept it honestly.
The scholar argued with the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, but in the end they only got the emperor's words: "If you don't get married according to the decree, the whole family will be executed."
So the scholar was shocked, resentful, and stood in the court room full of unwillingness. Even when everyone around him was gone, he still stood alone.
It was getting late, and the emperor entertained the ministers in the main hall and congratulated the prime minister's daughter on her upcoming marriage to the scholar.
Amidst the congratulations, the scholar held the wine glass in his hand, drinking one cup after another with a depressed heart, as if what he drank was not a fine wine, but cups of plain bitter tea.
Finally, amid the noise of gongs and drums, the scholar was extremely reluctantly sent to the bridal chamber where he was to marry the daughter of the prime minister's house.
The red candle swayed and the gauze floated. The scholar looked at the bride sitting on the wedding bed wearing a red hijab, but the scene when he got married to the little vixen could not help but come to mind.
That night, he slept in the wedding room with all his clothes on.
