Huayu Chunqiu, starting from being adopted by a fairy mother

Chapter 288 Death

Yang Mi +1
Chunqiu Film City is not far from Hengdian, so it is very convenient for these Hengdian regulars to come here.

What caught Liu Jing's attention even more was that Tong Liya was holding a scroll painting.

This is a portrait of the founder of Emei. It's nothing special. Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang could send a handwritten letter, so Emei can send a portrait.

But the person in the portrait is clearly Yang Mi.

Some viewers laughed, saying that Yang Guo had become Zhang Wuji and Guo Xiang had entered the painting.

Liu Jing had no idea that Yan Danchen and the others were making cameo appearances or that these gifts were being given.

He looked at Gao Yuanyuan off-screen, who also looked bewildered.

How could Gao Yuanyuan not be confused? She did value this scene very much and wanted to take the opportunity to stage a little wedding scene in the play.

But she also understood that these were unrealistic and impossible.

This is filming a movie, not child's play.

For her, at least it was a wedding, a beautiful memory.

She had already made up her mind: she would act out the first half to her heart's content, and then just think about the second half.

However, there wasn't much to act in the first half; she couldn't even show an expression. Before Zhao Min appeared, she didn't have a single line; her face was covered by a large red veil, so you couldn't see anything and could only imagine it.

Gao Yuanyuan put a lot of effort into setting up the venue, and she did ask some friends for help and invited a few friends over.

But she didn't expect so many people to come. Almost all of her close colleagues from the company came.

What made her even more amused and exasperated was that her older brother, dressed in ancient costume, actually looked quite dashing among the Kunlun Sect disciples.

"Anyone else bringing gifts? If not, we can call cut." Fatty Wang, sitting in the VIP section, shouted loudly as the camera wasn't focused on him.

"Click, click, click..." Liu Jing shouted hurriedly. He was really afraid that someone would take the opportunity to give him a gift, not to Zhang Wuji, but to him, Liu Jing.

He was even more afraid that everyone would go off on their own and create some other forces, which would then attract another wave of onlookers.

Moreover, with all six major factions present, the materials are not only sufficient but also far exceed the required amount.

The director's flustered appearance caused everyone to burst into laughter.

"Director, you should touch up your makeup and change into your wedding attire," the assistant director reminded him.

Liu Jing sighed. What else could he say? He should go change his clothes.

The wedding attire was custom-made for him by Gao Yuanyuan; there were three sets in total: one for toasting, one for welcoming guests, and one for the wedding ceremony.

A few days ago, she suddenly noticed that the man had lost some weight and his clothes didn't fit him well, so she had them altered.

Actually, one set would have been enough, but Liu Jing kept changing them so that Gao Yuanyuan's efforts wouldn't be in vain.

"This wasn't my arrangement." Gao Yuanyuan followed him into the dressing room, gesturing for the makeup artist to leave first.

"Your arrangements are fine, quite interesting." Looking at the beautiful woman's timid appearance, Liu Jing had no anger left.

"I really didn't make any arrangements..." Gao Yuanyuan said anxiously.

Liu Jing suddenly hugged her and kissed her forehead. "My biggest regret is not being able to give you a wedding in real life. If there's a chance to make up for it in the play, you can arrange it however you like."

Favorability +1
“I’m just acting; I wouldn’t make demands in real life, nor would I push my luck. Besides my best friend, Qin Lan, and Sister Danchen and Sister Xiaoran, I didn’t invite anyone else; they just came to join in the fun.” Gao Yuanyuan’s eyes were filled with tears.

"Okay, stop crying now. We'll call off the engagement later, and if you keep crying like this, no one will say you're not a good actress." Liu Jing wiped away her tears.

"Pfft, you're so mean." Gao Yuanyuan laughed through her tears.

"What's the deal with Yang Mi's portrait?" This was what puzzled Liu Jing the most.

"Yang Mi's portrait was her own request. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so I didn't refuse," Gao Yuanyuan explained, then hesitated for a moment, feeling a little guilty. "She said that you two are sworn brothers, but you always make her do the swearing. She feels like she's being taken advantage of, so this time she wants you to do the swearing." Besides, Yang Guo swearing the swearing to Guo Xiang is a kind of Easter egg when the audience finds out.

"She's really talented, isn't she? Her butt's itching again?" Liu Jing said irritably.

"You should touch up your makeup, I need to touch mine up too." Gao Yuanyuan stuck out her tongue, she was done with this hurdle. As for how much Yang Mi would suffer, well, better you die than me, that's none of our business.

As Liu Jing touched up her makeup, she silently sighed, thankfully only half of the remaining eight bonds had appeared.

If a few of them actually appear, he will feel like he has a thorn in his side.

He was too quick to be happy. When he came out after changing his clothes, it wasn't just half a bond, it was two and a half.

Liu Shishi stood among the onlookers, next to Cai Yinong. Next to Cai was Hu Ge, who was winking and making faces at him.

Lin Yichen was standing next to Hu Ge, curiously looking him over.

Liu Jing silently grumbled, "Is the 'Legend of the Condor Heroes' crew on vacation?"

The producer arrived, the director arrived, and the three main actors arrived as well. Thankfully, Tang Yan wasn't there, otherwise it would have been an added burden.

Liu Shishi remained relatively normal; upon noticing his gaze, she turned her head to the side.

Fan Bingbing was dressed in Mingjiao attire, clearly a follower of the Fiery Banner.

Little Fatty was standing next to Zhang Min, and not far away there was a fine horse, with several women chatting and laughing.

Aunt? Liu Jing put his hand to his forehead. His aunt was also acting strangely, as she was also wearing Ming Cult attire.

Yang Mi is the most honest one; she's currently hanging quietly on the wall, so she counts as half.

The set is being set up, and some parts need to be adjusted. The final scene will be a while longer.

Liu Jing turned his gaze over there. Zhang Min, dressed in a blue robe, was upright and had an imposing presence. He also moved closer to her.

"This outfit is quite bright." Zhang Min looked him up and down, thinking, "My son is really handsome."

"It is indeed very bright and colorful," Fan Xiaopang chimed in. Men in wedding attire are indeed handsome.

"It's really vibrant. I think it would be even more vibrant if I saw you and Qianqian dressed like this someday," Auntie said with a smile.

"Sister, Auntie..."

"Hey! You call me 'sister' first, then 'auntie,' you're pretty good at distinguishing between close and distant relatives." Auntie exclaimed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Zhou Wenqiong, shut up." Zhang Min's face suddenly turned red, but she forced herself to remain composed and scolded her aunt.

She never imagined that the secret she thought she had kept hidden so successfully had already been discovered by others.

What made her even more devastated was that she was unaware of her own efforts to perform and conceal the truth.

So when she found out about this recently, she didn't dare go back to Chunqiu, and she was too ashamed to see Sister Li. She hid in the sanatorium every day.

These past few days, I've had scenes with Zhao Min, so I have to show my face; I can't keep using a body double.

She had to show up, avoiding Xixi, but unexpectedly, her aunt also came to join in the fun.

"Ahem, Ms. Min. He calls you 'sister,' and he calls me 'auntie,' so shouldn't you call me 'auntie' too?" Auntie teased. I finally got a chance, how could I possibly pass up the opportunity to make fun of you?

"Auntie," Zhang Min sneered, "I'll disgust you to death."

My aunt was startled and shuddered. "Oh no, you'd better stop shouting."

Liu Jing ignored the two of them and turned to Little Fatty, "What brings you here?"

"This is your first film as a director, so of course I had to come and see it. If I don't come today, I won't have another chance." Fan Xiaopang blinked and flashed his eyes twice, giving a secret signal.

This is to tell Liu Jing that I'm not leaving tonight, and that he shouldn't forget to look for me.

She had indeed wanted to come, but considering that Gao Yuanyuan was the female lead in this drama, she hesitated and did not come to visit the set.

She knew perfectly well that she and Gao Yuanyuan were competitors, and they had a tacit understanding with each other.

However, seeing such a grand wedding scene, she suddenly had an idea: she wanted to hold one in the drama as well, and it had to be even more grand than today's. "Wood, can Sister Min ride a horse? This horse looks so fierce, maybe we should use a stunt double," her aunt suggested.

Others may not know the situation, but she knows it very well. She has something inside her, and it's very valuable right now.

"Mr. Wen, I... I can't ride a horse." Zhang Jiao, standing to the side, was filled with regret. She had learned tea making, sword dancing, massage, and acting, but how could she have forgotten to learn horseback riding?

"How about I do it? I know some horseback riding." Although Fan Xiaopang wasn't very good at riding, this was the perfect opportunity to show off.

"Never mind, I'll do it myself. This horse is borrowed; it's very docile, and I used to ride it often." Zhang Min shook her head.

She was skilled in equestrianism at a young age and had even been involved in horse racing betting. Later, after returning to mainland China, she frequently practiced at horse farms.

It's not that she particularly likes the sport, but rather that many socialites and wealthy women enjoy it.

They know a bit about horsemanship and can communicate in common.

"Let Sister Min do it, we have safety measures in place." Liu Jing didn't want to use a stunt double either. He was very confident in Zhang Min's horsemanship, and besides, this scene required him to show his face.

"Safety measures aren't necessarily safe," my aunt said meaningfully.

Liu Jing glared at the driver. Was this the kind of thing her aunt should say?

Zhang Min rubbed her hands together eagerly, "Wen Qiong, how about you be my stand-in?"

"Hehe, forget it, I'll just pretend to be a member of the Ming Cult." Auntie chuckled dryly. She had no doubt that if she provoked Zhang Min any further, Zhang Min would take action.

The main problem was that she was no match for Zhang Min; Zhang Min was quite strong, as she had witnessed.

Fan Xiaopang was a little puzzled, as if there was something I didn't know.

She asked cautiously, "Sister Min, there are rumors that you were sick. You should be better now, right?"

Auntie laughed heartily upon hearing this, and Fan Xiaopang was relieved. It was indeed just a rumor outside, otherwise President Wen wouldn't be laughing so carefree.

Zhang Min glared at Liu Jing fiercely, and not content with that, she kicked him again, saying, "Look what you've done!"

Liu Jing also felt wronged, "You're not dead, let them spread whatever they want."

"You blockhead, do you think everyone is as carefree as you?" Fan Xiaopang said, both amused and exasperated.

In the past two years, a lot of smears have been thrown at her, mostly instigated by her colleagues behind the scenes, and some uninformed people have been incited.

These colleagues include artists from other companies, as well as so-called "insiders" from their own company.

She felt like she was about to develop an indestructible body, but seeing some news still made her feel uncomfortable.

"At first they said I was seriously ill, then terminally ill, all sorts of cancers, they put all sorts of claims on me. There were even rumors that I broke my cervical spine while filming, and they even pinpointed which vertebra. The Hong Kong media went even further, they reported the day before yesterday that I was already dead. I can eat and sleep, and I can still film, how can I look like I'm about to die?" Zhang Min was furious and had the urge to curse.

The news came from the film crew, so Zhang Min naturally wanted to investigate. But the investigation eventually led to Hong Jinbao and Liu Jing – how could she possibly settle the score now?

Hong Jinbao realized he was in the wrong, but his subsequent denials were completely ineffective.

There were no action scenes today, so he volunteered to do bookkeeping.

"This...this is death." Fan Xiaopang often goes online and knows more about internet memes than Min Zong and Wen Zong.

"Haha, many netizens say that 'The Yin-Yang Sacred Flame Order' is your swan song. They said they would definitely pay back double the movie tickets they owed you back then." Auntie was overjoyed.

Zhang Min's predicament, which she didn't know how to explain, was something she was happy to see.

After all, Zhang Min is really going to the United States in the second half of the year, and she will be gone for more than half a year.

"Damn it, this is supposed to be the last time? No way, I have to debunk this rumor." Zhang Min was both amused and exasperated.

"Sister, the more you deny it, the more some people will believe it's true," Fan Xiaopang reminded her.

“Indeed.” Liu Jing nodded, feeling that these rumors were beneficial for Zhang Min’s production overseas.

“You really are.” Zhang Min said angrily.

"Wood, you're the one who caused this mess, and you'll have to deal with some of the things too. Lately, all of Min's distant relatives have been coming to her door. They think Min is really dying and want to get some benefits. Especially one of her nephews, who shamelessly asked Min to give him Huayang and Chunqiu. He even said he could register them under Min's name and take care of her in her old age and see her off when she dies," Auntie mocked.

"This is going to eat up the last of their families," Liu Jing muttered.

"That's right! Even if Sister Min is really gone, it's not their turn to inherit. The first heir on her will is you, Liu Jing," Aunt sneered.

"You..." Liu Jing was shocked and looked at Zhang Min. This was the first time he had heard about this.

"I...I made a will ten years ago. Back then, I didn't want to live anymore," Zhang Min said shyly and weakly. "Now the will doesn't count, so you can't inherit it."

"They're all dreaming! Trying to steal my property... I'll show them what I'm made of!" Liu Jing couldn't sit still any longer. This was bullying an orphan and a widow, cough cough, bullying a single woman!

He originally wanted to say that he was fighting with my son for the inheritance, but then he remembered that Fan Xiaopang and Zhang Jiao were still there, so he couldn't say anything reckless.

Zhang Jiao looked on with envy. Jing Shao and the boss had such a good relationship that the boss even put Jing Shao's name in his will, and Jing Shao didn't even try to take the inheritance.

What kind of relationship is this? It's even closer than that of siblings. I wish I had a sister like that.

Fan Xiaopang smiled, his gaze inadvertently glancing at Zhang Min's belly, which made his smile even wider.

Assistant director Shen Ao rushed over, "President Min, Director, the safety measures are ready, we can film the scene where President Min is riding a horse."

"Okay! Let's get started quickly, I'm getting a little hungry." Liu Jing rolled up his sleeves, determined to keep a close eye on things even with safety measures in place.

The next scene shows Zhao Min riding a horse at full speed, striking Zhu Yuanzhang who tries to stop her with her whip, and forcing her way into the courtyard. She then rides all the way to the main hall entrance, dismounts, and shouts to stop the wedding.

The preceding section was filmed separately, continuing until the horse reached the doorway.

Next, Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo are getting married. At this moment, the camera turns to the door, and Zhao Min leaps off her horse and shouts, "Wait!"

Fan Yao floated out of the hall, blocking Zhao Min from entering.

Zhang Min was fully aware of everything. Her horsemanship was indeed superb; she stopped steadily at the door, winning everyone's applause.

“Action…”

The final scene has begun.

Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King, was Zhang Wuji's maternal grandfather and served as the officiant at the wedding.

Chang Yuchun and Zhou Zhiruo have a connection, with Chang Yuchun serving as the officiant at the wedding. Chang Yuchun doesn't have many scenes, but Xu Guangtou volunteered to make a cameo appearance.

At a command, Zhou Zhiruo, dressed in a bright red brocade robe, phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with a red veil covering her face, gracefully entered the hall, accompanied by eight young female warriors from the Emei Sect.

Yan Danchen, Qin Lan, Li Xiaoran, Tao Hong, Tong Liya, Shen Jianni, and Gao Yuanyuan's best friends and acquaintances made up eight people in total.

Looking at the formidable bridesmaid group—no, the Emei disciples group—everyone held their breath, waiting for the story to unfold.

The bride and groom stood side by side, with the groom on the left and the bride on the right.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo bowed down on the red carpet.

Those familiar with the script turned their gaze to Zhao Min outside the door; it was time for her to make her entrance.

But Zhang Min remained unmoved, looking down at him with a smile.

"Bowing to the parents twice!" The master of ceremonies had no choice but to continue shouting since the director wouldn't yell "cut."

Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo bowed again before the memorial tablets, which included those of Zhang Cuishan, Yin Susu, and the Mingzun.

Producer Wang Jing and several assistant directors all turned their gazes to Zhang Min, thinking, "Big sister, it's your turn to appear."

"My horse seems to be broken," Zhang Min muttered.

(End of this chapter)