The Queen is In Pairs [entertainment Circle]

Xia Yitong lay down on the pillow, buttoned the button of the pajamas right up to his throat, shrinking and shaking. But she was frozen to death. There are totally two types of air-conditioning and heating. When you have tried the northern heating, the natural warmth to every toe feels, and you are allergic to the southern air-conditioning in winter.

Xia Yitong has a house in the capital, and she rests there when she has time in winter. She doesn't go back to S city very much. When the heating is turned off, she goes back to the south. If she ignores the reality that she can't rest for a few days a year, her life will be happy.

"Ms. Lu, I'll fill a hot water bottle." Xia Yitong lay in the air-conditioned room, rubbing her legs with two feet that were still as cold as lead blocks, and getting warmth, she quickly got up and stepped on it. Into the plush slippers.

Lu Yinbing saw a gust of wind blowing out of the camera, pedaling and pedaling. In less than ten seconds, Xia Yitong, who was holding a hot water bottle filled with hot water, came back. He got into the quilt, and the teacher Xia who had just collapsed into a ball was immediately full. The blood was resurrected, stretched his hands and feet, and sighed for a long time.

Lu Yinbing's face was on the screen on the bedside table with a nice smile: "Teacher Xia, I respect you as a man. Normally, I would rather freeze to death on the bed than get up for a while."

Although she is from the north, she sometimes works in the south, the kind of place near the middle without heating.

Xia Yitong tilted her head and asked her: "What should I do if I have urgency?"

Lu Yinbing said: "Before you take off your clothes, you should settle it all at once, and then hold it back until the next morning."

Xia Yitong applauded her: "My teacher Lu is amazing."

Lu Yinbing saw her pursing her lips, did she know that she was making fun of her, even if she was bold enough? Immediately after grind the molars of the molars in secret, I decided to give Xia Yitong a pen to the notebook in my heart, and I will pay it back in the future.

Xia Yitong still doesn’t know what kind of "torture" he will be going to suffer. Xia Yitong has a long holiday, and because the schedule is advanced, the crew is not very busy in the later stage. Lu Yinbing also had no scenes to be filmed the next morning. , Chatting at twelve o'clock in the evening, watching the other party yawn, almost burst into tears.

"Go to sleep," Lu Yinbing said first.

Xia Yitong said, "Good night." Looking at it again, Lu Yinbing had already gone to sleep, with his face sideways, facing the camera, without even pressing the hang-up button.

The two chatted for a long time, and the charger was always connected to the Ipad. Don't worry about running out of power at night, Xia Yitong simply started the video, changed the side sleeping position, and looked at Lu Yinbing's sleeping face to fall asleep.

There was a rare relaxing day when the two of them turned off the alarm clock tacitly, and woke up naturally after sleeping.

At five o'clock in the morning, Lu Yinbing woke up once, fumbled for the phone in the blinding light, glanced at the time, and fell asleep again groggy. At half past eight, her brain and body announced that they had rested at the same time and could wake up.

With a slight movement of his hand, he opened his eyes and saw the energy-saving lamp in the hotel room.

"Good morning, Teacher Lu." A familiar voice came from his ears. Lu Yinbing was still a little confused at first, and instantly awake, thinking that Xia Yitong appeared in his bed instantly. Isn't it right, he must be dreaming again?

"Ms. Lu, why don't you even look at me?"

Lu Yinbing turned his face, and really saw Xia Yitong... the face on the screen. She was sitting in the sun, wearing a white fleece sweater, her face was halo from the sun sieve on the roof, she was sitting not upright, a little lazy, holding a meat bun in her hand, and still had it on hand. There is soy milk and I am having breakfast.

"Good morning, did you go for a run?" Lu Yinbing yawned and woke up and took a nap.

"Well, I bought breakfast by the way."

"I asked Xiaoxi to buy me some breakfast and get up." Lu Yinbing had just got up from the bed half-length, the warmth of the bed was far away, and he drew back and quit, "Forget it, I will sleep again. Son."

Xia Yitong smiled with a soy milk straw in her mouth, and when Lu Yinbing glared at her, she said, "I'll go back one day early."

Lu Yinbing: "Why?"

Xia Yitong said, "Warm you up."

Lu Yinbing teased her deliberately: "Are you stripped of that kind of warmth?"

Xia Yitong pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "It's not impossible, but..."

However, both of them know that they are not living in the same room now, and the hotel is monitored, so they can't just drop by, let alone share the same bed. Even if she couldn't do anything, Xia Yitong ended her vacation early and joined the crew. She wanted to see Lu Yinbing, not through the screen, but to see it in reality, secretly handing words with her eyes.

The days have entered 2017. New Year's Day has just passed, and the first snow of the new year will soon be ushered in. Qin Hanlin's hair was white because of the snow. There is rarely heavy snow in the south, but he insists on waiting until it snows. It is his personal insistence. If the snow does not meet his expectations, he can only follow the usual method, using white lime and foam together, and then use special effects to save it later.

The sky was beautiful, and the snow gradually changed from snow seeds to heavy snow, and it went down all night.

The crew stayed up all night, and none of them were tired. In the early morning, the entire palace was covered with silver clothing. The peach blossoms in the courtyard that hadn't waited until the return of the spring became more and more blue, and the air was quiet and humid.

It was the last scene, and Qin Hanlin had waited for this for so long. Xia Yitong couldn't stop being nervous, clasping her hands together, cold from fingertips to palms.

Lu Yinbing took advantage of the fact that she was not paying attention, she covered it with a wide sleeve gown, held it on the back of her hand, patted it, and whispered, "Don't be afraid."

Xia Yitong looked at her, took a deep breath, and nodded.

Qin Hanlin didn't say much about the part of the play, and finished a few sentences, letting them go and brew their emotions.

Clerk: "The first time in "Break Snow"... "In the Snow" once."

After so many years of fighting and killing, the Kingdom of Chu took back its homeland, and the country was initially decided to discuss the national celebration. At the beginning of the war, Jing Xiu had ascended the throne, and now he must re-sacrifice the sky and ancestors according to the ancient system, and visit the capital. However, the courtiers broke their heads in the front because the new king wanted to make Princess Chen Qing as the queen, and desperately entered the admonishment one by one. Chen Qing's crime of treason with the enemy is unforgivable, and a thousand cuts are not enough for the indignation of the civilians, and it is not enough to comfort the souls of the tens of thousands of soldiers underground. What's more, as a concubine, she was scornful of ethical guidelines. They didn't scold the new king, they just scolded Chen Qing as a sordid vixen. The literati scolded others, and it was even more unpleasant than the public.

Chaotang was as chaotic as Caishikou, with curses in his ears. If he weren't for the new king, the people below would point to his nose and curse.

Jing Xiu scolded, ignored it, insisted on doing it, and ordered the palace staff to prepare the queen's dress. So early this morning, Dr. Admonish and Shangshu from the Ministry of Rites smashed to death on the pillars of Zhaoyang Hall.

The bodies of the two courtiers were covered with cloth and pulled down. Jing Xiuwang looked at several of the fierce ministers who said "If you don't retreat, let me hit the pillar immediately", for a long time, he sighed, "Finally, here. I'll discuss it later."

He didn't take advantage of it, only brought a close-fitting prison, walking aimlessly in the palace. He didn't know why he insisted on doing this? Even if the people are complaining, even if the society is endangered, even if the whole world opposes this marriage, he just wants Chen Qing to be his upright and only wife.

He wants to marry her. Even if he hates her, yes, he hates her.

She hates him too, torturing each other but refuses to let each other go.

It's like two hedgehogs hugging each other to keep warm in the cold winter. If you don't let go, they will stab each other to death, and if you let go, they will freeze to death in the heavy snow.

Snowing…

He raised his eyes and looked at the plaque on the door of the palace-Yuxiu Palace, without moving his eyebrows. He had long been used to walking here unknowingly, lifting the hem of his robe, and stepping forward.

As if anticipating that he was coming, the other party sat leaning on the railing at the door, leaning on the pillar with his back, putting a bronze mask on his knees, and a red rope around his tail. A few laps, Yin Hong, and the red jade hairpin on the hair reflect each other.

Jing Xiu walked over, wrapped her hand with her palm naturally, breathed into the palm of her hand, and asked with concern: "Why did you come out?"

Chen Qing raised his hand and showed him the hooked mask. He tilted his head and said softly, "I want to dance. I haven't danced for a long time."

Her voice was not the firmness of strategizing, nor the cold and unfeeling of meeting in the barracks, but brisk, relaxed, and even a little witty, and it was aimed at her lover.

"Can I dance?"

Jing Xiu hesitated and said nothing.

Chen Qing used her clear eyes to look at him for an instant, her snow-white hand softly held his palm, shook it, and said softly, "Axiu, okay?"

"Okay." Jing Xiu smiled and nodded.

"You solve this for me, it's weird."

Jing Xiu lifted her hand to untie the dark black cloak on her body, held it in her hand, and pushed aside her hair tangled in clothes, revealing the white gauze and blue lining inside. The skirt was like snow, revealing it. His collarbone, neck, and lower abdomen were like moonlight, which amazed his eyes for an instant.

Chen Qing stretched his arms and turned around in front of him, and said, "I can't find the original clothes. I got one that is similar. Do you see any differences?"

Jing Xiu watched her seriously for a long time, and said gently: "Same, but it's too cold, let's dance in the house."

"No, just for a while, it won't be cold. There is wine there. Go and sit there." Chen Qing smiled and stretched out his index finger and tapped on the tip of his erect nose. "

The moment she turned around, the sadness in her eyes was so strong that it almost drowned the world.

It's the last time, you have to watch it carefully.