Forced to open business after picking up a tyrant [Entertainment]

On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, the streets of the capital were filled with colorful lanterns.

Many onlookers gathered on both sides of the river in the city, crowding towards Fengxiang Tower.

Every Shangyuan Festival, the emperor will choose a prince to come to Fengxiang Tower to release river lanterns and pray for blessings.

However, Emperor Xichen has been on the throne for four years, but the harem has never given birth to a prince. The three concubines were still given to him by Chong Qiang when he was on the throne.

After this man became emperor, no newcomer entered the harem.

All kinds of lanterns are hung on the street by the river bank.

Xichen went out in plain clothes, wearing a water-blue coat, stepping backward step by step, walking in front, holding a candied haws in his hand.

"Teacher, guess who I chose this year?"

Shen Nian was two steps behind. He was dressed in white, and his hair was a little messy. If you look carefully, there is a light blue color under the eye circles of this person.

"It's still guesswork? There are only a few of your nephews coming and going... This year it's your fourth uncle's youngest son's turn."

Shen Nian rubbed his brows, "That kid is 12 years old this year, he looks quite smart. Your fourth uncle likes him very much."

"What about you? How do you look at him?" Emperor Xi Chen bit a candied haws, and smiled at Shen Nian, still the same as before, the little prince who was always clinging to the Taifu.

"What am I looking at him for?" Shen Nian's voice was calm, and his eyes were attracted by the boiling human voice in the distance.

The river lanterns will start to be released at Fengxiang Tower.

Shen Nian withdrew his gaze and looked at Emperor Xichen: "I have to look at you, you have been emperor for four years, and no one came into the harem, nor did you give birth to a baby."

"Hahaha, I won't give birth." Xichen laughed so hard that he almost tripped himself.

"You..." Shen Nian was helpless, "You insist on talking to me, don't you?"

"no no……"

Emperor Xichen walked back to Shen Nian, and handed over the remaining candied haws, "I don't want a child, and I don't like the Queen and the others. It's just a gift from my father, and I can't refuse."

Shen Nian listened indifferently, a strangeness flashed between his brows.

Emperor Xichen didn't care, and stretched out his hand to grab Shen Nian's hand, but Shen Nian withdrew his hand and stepped back: "Your Majesty, you and I are monarchs and ministers."

Emperor Xichen's hand froze in half, his pupils widened slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually cooled down.

At this time, a long horn sounded from the direction of Fengxiang Tower, followed by a servant in formal attire standing by the tower and shouting.

"Light up..."

Under the city gate, a 12-year-old boy walked to the river with a leisurely gait, holding a delicate lantern, squatted down, and put the lantern into the water.

The fire in the lamp flickered, arousing layers of Lingling waves on the water surface.

The river lantern drifted away along the current, and at the same time, the crowd on both sides of the bank cheered loudly.Then, people took out their own lanterns one after another and rushed to put them into the water. In the blink of an eye, the whole river was like a Milky Way spreading across the sky, with countless stars dotted in it.

Xichen stood beside Shen Nian and whispered, "I don't want to be a monarch and minister."

The string in Shen Nian's heart almost broke: "Stop talking."

The dim lights on the street reflected the flickering light on Shen Nian's face, very much like his mood at the moment, making it hard to figure out.

Emperor Xichen looked at Shen Nian intently, and borrowed the noisy voices of people around him.

"Teacher, I like you."

Suddenly, there was a sharp wind in the air.

A feather arrow pierced through the air, pierced the river lantern just now, and suddenly the surface of the lantern overturned, and the flames inside rushed out, swallowing the entire river lantern in an instant, and the flame struggled on the river surface for a while , The burnt black residue sank to the bottom of the water.

"King Chen has attacked the city!"

The crowd's cheers turned into terrified shouts, and they fled frantically. The street market turned into a purgatory on earth in an instant, and the air was shrouded in terror.

"The east gate is broken!"

"Nanmen can't hold on anymore!"

People shouted and rushed towards Shen Nian and Xichen.

With a lift of Shen Nian's hand, several people squeezed out from the crowd to serve as guards.

Shen Nian pushed Xichen to their side: "Escort the emperor back to the palace immediately!"

"Shen Qing." Xi Chen grabbed Shen Nian's arm with his backhand, "Come back to the palace with me."

Shen Nian looked down at the hand that was holding him, and smiled sadly: "Your Majesty, King Chen is attacking the city. If I guess correctly, my father should be with him at this time."

Shen Nian pushed away Emperor Xichen's finger: "You go back to the palace first and wait for me."

"Don't lie to me."

"I dare not."

The street was in a mess, and there were trampled lanterns everywhere. The comfort half a moment ago was like an illusion, and all the good things were trampled to pieces the moment the feathered arrow appeared.

Shen Nian ran two steps, turned back again, and asked with a smile: "Your Majesty, what if... what if I lie to you?"

"I will hate you, I will hate you for the rest of my life."

Shen Nian sighed: "Oh, maybe only in your next life can you forgive me."

That night, the seven kings rebelled.

When Xichen saw Shen Nian again, the man was covered in blood, and he was holding his father with his own hands in front of the gate of the imperial city.

Later, the civil and military officials demanded that Shen Nian be executed together. Even though he had made great contributions in suppressing the rebellion, the Shen family was still executed by all the families.

On the day of Master Shen's burial, there was a heavy snowfall in the suburbs of Beijing, which blurred the words on the stele.

Emperor Xichen stood alone in front of the stele, his face was like snow, and his pupils lost all color at that moment.

"Teacher, I don't hate you anymore."

"Are you coming back?"

……

Shen Nian fell asleep drowsily, her body was cold and hot for a while.

Falling into the boundless darkness, the ancient images are like old movies, playing in front of his eyes over and over again.

Shen Nian saw the man standing under the heavy snow, the 20-year-old Emperor Xichen, who was the same age as the Jian Xichen he picked up.

The man didn't know how long he stood, his whole body was covered in snow, and his hair was also covered with vast white snow.

Shen Nian wanted to reach out to touch his hair, but found that her palm had passed through this man's face.

Shen Nian heard the man choked up and said, "Teacher, I don't hate you anymore."

"Teacher..."

These words were very light, but they penetrated into Shen Nian's heart all of a sudden, making him feel the familiar heartbeat again.

Shen Nian slowly opened his eyes, seeing a dim yellow light.

"Shen Qing??" It was Jian Xichen's voice, right next to his ear.

Shen Nian got used to it for a while, and slept on a bed by herself, while Jian Xichen sat by the bed, looking at him without blinking.

"Me? What's wrong?" Shen Nian's throat was dry and was about to burn.

Jian Xichen helped him sit up, leaned against the head of the bed, and took a cup of hot water from the bedside table: "You had a high fever and passed out on the set."

"Ah? So embarrassing?" Shen Nian drank half a glass of water, and he finally recovered a bit.

"The accompanying doctor gave you an injection to reduce fever." Jian Xichen tried the temperature of Shen Nian's forehead with the back of his hand, "Relieve a little."

Jian Xichen asked: "You have slept for almost a day, are you hungry? Lao Han asked the chef to make sick meals."

Shen Nian didn't say anything, just stared blankly at Jian Xichen.

Jian Xichen: "Shen Qing?"

"Your Majesty." Shen Nian twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, "I would have died for you, and you still hate me."

Shen Nian leaned against the bed, looked up to the sky and sighed, "Ah...it's really hard to be a courtier."

Jian Xichen's calm face suddenly seemed to be frozen, and even the light in his eyes was shocked.

It was rare for Shen Nian to see his silly expression. He poked his cheek with his fingers, moved over lazily, lay on Jian Xichen's body, hugged him with both hands, and deliberately said: "That day is Shangyuan Festival, did you say something else?" .”

Jian Xichen's breathing became faster and faster.

Shen Nian said softly: "You said, you like me."

Jian Xichen let out a long sigh.

Shen Nian raised her eyes: "Your Majesty, since when did you start thinking about me like this. I am your Taifu, so many years older than you."

Jian Xichen grabbed Shen Nian's waist, regained the initiative, pushed him down on the bed, and kissed his lips: "It's very early. It probably started when my father brought you into the palace and made you my tutor."

"Nonsense, how old were you at that time. What do you know at the age of eight..." Shen Nian smiled and pushed Jian Xichen away, "I have a fever, don't make random kisses."

Jian Xichen insisted on rubbing against his lips again: "Yes, eight years old."

Jian Xichen put both hands on Shen Nian's side, and looked at him carefully: "Until now, I have liked Taifu 660 for five years."

Shen Nian only felt his heart hit hard by something, and his eye sockets suddenly became hot again.

He put his arms around Jian Xichen's neck, slowly pulled the person in front of him, kissed Jian Xichen with trembling lips.

-

Shen Nian's intermittent dreams finally formed a complete past life, no matter how unbelievable, he can no longer deny it.He is indeed that Lord Shen of the Eastern Cloud Dynasty, the grand tutor of Emperor Xichen.

In the next few days, Shen Nian stayed in the crew of "Wei Yang" until they finished filming.

At the wrap-up banquet, the crew booked a whole restaurant, hundreds of crew members were laughing and joking, and after halftime, they were there to compete for the loudest voices.

Jian Xichen was dragged by Han Qiu, and went to drink with Zhou Luyi and a group of staff.

Shen Nian sat at a table in the back of the restaurant. He had not recovered from his illness for a long time, and no one dared to persuade him to drink.

He Zhixing came to find Shen Nian with a glass of orange juice, he was well-known in the circle as a teetotaler, every time there was a meal, this person was mean and used juice to make up the numbers.

Two people drinking juice gathered in the corner, watching the bustle on the other side, He Zhixing said: "Other people enter the entertainment industry, desperately want to be exposed, want traffic. You are good, don't want a lot of fans, Let him hide directly."

Shen Nian slowly sipped the orange juice: "I didn't make him hide himself, it's him who doesn't want to be an idol."

"Tsk. No country." He Zhixing turned the glass, and made a "ding" sound with his fingertips on the glass, "but..."

"But what?" Shen Nian glared at He Zhixing pretending to be dissatisfied, "Can you finish your sentence at once to whet your appetite."

He Zhixing narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "But when he wins the award, he will definitely be more of an idol than an idol."

Shen Nian glanced back blankly: "Ha, I always thought so."

He Zhixing put the empty cup on the table and stretched his waist: "It seems that someone will compete with me for my future actor. The sense of crisis is heavy, heavy."

"It's okay, you can turn behind the scenes and give the opportunity to young people." After Shen Niangui finished talking, he laughed out of joy.

He Zhixing was speechless, anyway, he couldn't say anything to Shen Nian every time: "I'm not that old yet."

Shen Nian pointed to herself: "Older than me. You see, I'm always behind the scenes."

He Zhixing's eyes almost rolled to the sky: "I'm going to call Lao Han, and let him come every day to urge you to film."

Speaking of Lao Han, Lao Han came over with Jian Xichen on his shoulders.

Han Qiu didn't know how many cups he drank, his face was flushed, and he opened his mouth to say: "Shen Nian, I bet, Xiao Jian will win Toronto this time... hiccup..."

"You drank too much." Shen Nian grabbed Han Qiu and pushed him into the chair, "Toronto doesn't judge awards."

"Oh, that's right, I forgot." Han Qiu stared, and "Pata" lay down on the table, with wine bubbles spitting out from the corner of his mouth, "Then go to Europe, and you will definitely get one of the three grand prizes, hiccup."

"All right, all right, then cut the film carefully." Shen Nian said a few perfunctory words, greeted He Zhixing, "I've left this person to you, let's go first."

After Shen Nian finished speaking, he and Jian Xichen walked towards the door with their shoulders crossed.

He Zhixing shouted from behind: "What time is it, leaving so early?"

Shen Nian turned around: "Drunk."

He Zhixing: "Where did you get drunk?"

Shen Nian pulled Jian Xichen over: "Xichen is drunk."

Jian Xichen looked at him without being drunk at all.

He Zhixing: "Hehehe..."

Roadside night lights cast patches of orange-yellow light along the sidewalk.

In Ning City in the middle of the night, there are bursts of autumn in the wind.

Shen Nian approached Jian Xichen, the two walked slowly, no one spoke first, as if just walking beside each other was enough.

Shen Nian looked sideways at Jian Xichen, and suddenly held his hand.

Jian Xichen was surprised: "What?"

Shen Nian intertwined his fingers, and said with a smile: "I didn't let you hold me in the last life, but in this life, make up for it."