I'm not a drama freak, I can really see through the script

Chapter 334, Oh, Heaven, why have you treated me so cruelly? (Filming wrapped on "New Three Kingdoms")

He didn't know how much time had passed, but in Li Xuan's perception, it felt like a very long time.

From the deaths of his parents and uncle at birth, he built a thatched hut amidst the mountains, watching the wind rise and the clouds fall, witnessing the vicissitudes of the world—everything was under his control.
Watching the world rise and fall with such nonchalance is a kind of attitude, but when this spirited young man faced a choice, he made his own decision.

This decision goes against his rationality and mathematical principles.

But now, for the sake of a 'great ideal,' they've gotten involved in this chaotic era.

Even during this time, I gradually lost my smile and lost a lot.

But each time, we get closer to our ideal.

At this time, Hanzhong fell entirely into Liu Bei's hands.

Zhuge Liang also completed the strategies outlined in the Longzhong Plan.

Prime Minister.

Liu Xuande.

Shu Han.

Everything is moving in the best direction.

Kongming's demeanor has changed from being slightly unrestrained to somewhat weathered and serious. His makeup now includes more gray hair and beard, as well as the wrinkles on his body.

He is getting old, slowly getting old.
At this moment, after a busy day, he finally fell asleep in his chair, but Kongming was already very tired and exhausted.

He lay down on it and fell asleep. But even in his sleep, Kongming could still manage a slight smile.

Although it wasn't much, it was a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart.

Only Li Xuan was looking at 'Kongming'.

"What did you dream about, Mr. Kongming?"

What did you dream about? Mr. Kongming.

At this moment, Li Xuan also lay down on the chair, feeling like he was going to sleep and rest.
In a dream.

He then joined Zhao Zilong, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Liu Bei, and Huang Zhong in drinking and celebrating their conquest of the land, which brought peace and prosperity to the land, as described by Liu Bei as the 'benevolent and virtuous golden age'.

What a wonderful era that must have been!

Li Xuan's energy level on set was monstrous.

That was a kind of mental dominance.

Regarding acting skills, some may disagree. As for script interpretation, everyone has their own interpretation, and this point may not be convincing to everyone.

But at this moment, what is most admirable about Li Xuan is his monstrous mental strength. A monstrous mental strength that allows him to film continuously without being affected by the mental pressure of the characters in the play.

The biggest side effect of filming is actually nothing more than this.

The psychological pressure and feelings experienced.

Even the most outstanding actors need rest.

Li Xuan is the only one who has never been seen off-screen except when he is directing; his exceptionally long periods of standby time are astonishing.

These days, Li Xuan's afternoon nap seems to Gao Xinxin and the others like a 'relief'.

Li Xuan also acts like a normal person; he needs rest too.

This feeling
At this moment, Gao Xinxin said with a complicated expression.

He finally got to rest.

Even Liu Hewei commented.

"After all, his performance was almost over after mine."

"Yeah, who said he was taking a break?"

However, Chen Jianbo observed a phenomenon.

Even when you're asleep.

From a feeling perspective.

Then it would still be Kongming, not Li Xuan.

Chen Jianbo, who is at a higher level in terms of acting, can sense the subtle changes between people.

The subtle changes that occurred in Li Xuan.

He is still the same Zhuge Liang.

One is sleeping.

Mr. Kongming, alone in the play.

There was no sign of him breaking character.
This state of complete immersion in the play is something to be slightly envious of.

As an actor, I absolutely envy such talent.

I'm absolutely envious.

Dreams are just dreams after all.

The next day, he woke up. For Kongming, the dream he had just woken up from was seeing Guan Yu defeated and fleeing, being carried across the river in white robes.

His head was made into a gift and 'gifted' to Cao Cao.

Upon seeing Guan Yu's head, Cao Cao both wept and laughed.
Joy, sorrow, pain.

The painful part is that he truly admired Guan Yu, and even if Guan Yu was unwilling to submit to him, he was willing to spare this hero's life.

The joy lay in the fact that Guan Yu was indeed a formidable enemy; if Guan Yu were to be spared, he would be a tremendous obstacle to his ambition of conquering the world.

he died.

happiness.

sad.

pain.

Liu Bei's feeling was pure, very pure pain.

"How could you die, brother?"

"Yun Chang is gone, how can I enjoy wealth and honor all to myself?"

"We swear to never share the same sky with the Eastern Wu."

After Guan Yu's death, Liu Bei disregarded everything and wanted to conquer Eastern Wu, even though his prime minister, Zhuge Liang, had clearly explained the advantages and disadvantages.

At this moment, neither Liu Bei nor Liu Hewei showed any sign of losing their minds.

This is a place where people should be losing their minds.

He was blinded by grief, which led him to make such a foolish decision.

However, Liu Bei made this decision in a calm state of mind.

What meaning did the empire hold for Liu Bei after losing his brothers?

Only people remain in this world.

How can we let reason decide every time?
This is how Zhuge Liang mourned Zhou Yu back then.

The same applies to Liu Bei's willingness to sacrifice his vast empire and ambitions to avenge his brothers.

Zhang Fei also died.

His head was cut off by his subordinates, who then presented it to the Eastern Wu to claim credit.

They set fire to the joint camp and flooded the seven armies.

Liu Bei's hair turned white overnight.

"Since I acquired the Prime Minister, I have been fortunate enough to establish my imperial dynasty. However, due to my shallow wisdom and lack of wisdom, I failed to heed the Prime Minister's advice and brought about my own downfall. Now, I am filled with regret and ill, and death is imminent." At this moment, Liu Bei weakly said, "The Crown Prince is weak, and I have no choice but to entrust him with important matters."

Baidi City, on his sickbed.

Liu Hewei was lying on the bed, behind the gauze curtain, and the camera could only see half of his face in a blur.

But the feeling of 'aging' is conveyed through the language of the camera and the sound. There is no need for a direct shot; everyone can tell that this lord, who once wanted to sweep the world with the principles of benevolence and virtue, is now about to die.

Physical and spiritual death.

"I am not well-read and only have a rough understanding of the general principles. As the sage said: 'When a bird is about to die, its song is mournful; when a person is about to die, their words are good.'"

"I originally intended to join you in destroying the traitor Cao and restoring the Han dynasty, but unfortunately we parted ways halfway."

Prime Minister
Where is the Prime Minister?
I'm here
Kongming, whose temples were now gray and whose smile had faded, came to Liu Bei's bedside. "Your talent is ten times that of Cao Pi. You are sure to be able to bring peace to the country and accomplish great things. If Crown Prince Liu Shan is capable of assisting you, then assist him. If the Crown Prince is incompetent, then you may establish yourself as the ruler of Chengdu."

"Your Majesty, how dare I not exert all my strength and loyalty, even unto death?"

Entrusting the orphan to the emperor at Baidi City.

There were no executioners.

There was only one final request from an old man on his deathbed.
At this moment, Liu Hewei's eyes became glazed over.

"I saw it."

He didn't say what he saw.

But everyone knew what Liu Xuande saw before him.

What I see is myself in high spirits during the Oath of the Peach Garden.

After entrusting his son to Zhuge Liang at Baidi City, Liu Bei passed away.

The comrades who were once full of vigor, talking about ideals and morality, discussing how far their ideals could go over drinks. Now, with Liu Bei dead.

Kongming is also getting old.

He has aged to a certain point.

It was a kind of spiritual aging and weakness, a feeling of frailty, deep within his bones and soul.

Makeup can only create a 'form', but the expression of this temperament can bring out his 'spirit'.

They all felt old and weak.

The current Chancellor has reached the pinnacle of power; he is no longer just a chancellor, but the true ruler of Shu Han, possessing supreme authority. Generals and soldiers alike regard him as their true lord, while Liu Shan is merely a figurehead ruler.
However, the Prime Minister remained loyal and did not change his mind in serving Liu Shan as his lord.

"Though I am old, I still possess the courage of Lian Po and the ambition of Ma Yuan. These two ancient figures refused to admit their age. Now, when the generals are being called for the Northern Expedition, why does the Prime Minister disregard me? Since I followed the late Emperor, I have always been the first to face the enemy and never retreated in battle. A true man should die on the battlefield. I am fortunate indeed!"

My last time on the battlefield.

How wonderful it is to be Zhao Zilong!

But time will not forgive anyone.
"Zilong is too old for me to see. The restoration of the Central Plains, the late Emperor's dying wish, is something I can no longer fulfill. Prime Minister, the task of reviving the Han Dynasty rests on your shoulders. Zilong, you must go now, Prime Minister."

Kongming, who had been working at his desk all night, awoke to find that it was Zilong who had appeared to him in a dream. And now, Zilong…
Sure enough, news of Zhao Zilong's death arrived the next day.

now.

That left only Kongming.

spirit.

flesh.

senescence.

These pressures appeared in Li Xuan's mind, but the most significant was the mental pressure.

The ability to smile had completely vanished from him. A part of his soul had become numb and dead.

The only thing supporting this body is the late emperor's last wish.
During the last Northern Expedition.

Jiang Wei was in tears.

"Prime Minister, please stop humiliating yourself. I beg you on behalf of the entire army."

At this moment, Kongming murmured.

"My life hangs in the balance, and I wish to compile all that I have learned in my life into a book and leave it to future generations."

Mr. Kongming, burning with the passion of life, sat upright in a wooden chair.

Old age and illness brought him to the final stage of his life.

In the final moments of his life, he wanted to see his soldiers training one last time.

They are all here, training hard, fighting for the Northern Expedition.
Late Emperor, Kongming, we cannot keep him any longer.
"Take care, sir!"

"Take care, sir!"

"Take care, sir!"

at this time.

Li Xuan felt everything go black before his eyes.

The feeling of death came over me.
When I woke up again, it was already the next day.

'Kongming' is dead.

After leaving behind his last words, he 'died' in the novel "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

Leave behind that one sentence.

Oh, vast heavens, why have you treated me so cruelly?
Zhuge Liang's life was over, and the Three Kingdoms period was coming to an end. In the end, it was the Sima family who won the world.
In the Three Kingdoms period, the three kingdoms of Shu, Wei, and Wu, which shone brightly, ultimately did not win the world.

That's the damn thing about fate, and that's part of the tragic charm of the Three Kingdoms period.

Those who strive hard and harbor ideals often end up failing.

Speculators, on the other hand, are the ones who ultimately win.
In fact, Cao Cao's death wasn't even mentioned in a single scene; it was only said that he died of illness.

The mighty river flows eastward, its waves washing away the glory of a thousand years past.

Li Xuan at this time.

I saw many people after filming wrapped up. I saw Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Zilong, and Kongming. They were at Zhuge Liang's cottage in Nanyang.

On a sunny afternoon, these heroes of Shu Han gathered in this place. However, this time, there was no sadness.

Instead, there was wine and a banquet.

The Han Dynasty has already achieved a prosperous and benevolent era.

When Liu Bei became the Emperor of Han, he held a banquet for his ministers at Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage, reminiscing about the hardships of the past and appreciating the present happiness.

"This is a dream."

At this moment, the young Kongming appeared beside him, wearing a feather fan and a silk turban, showing no signs of old age, but only pure youth. He said to Li Xuan, "This is my grand dream, Kongming's dream."

"Yes, Prime Minister."

Li Xuan did not deny it.

The astute prime minister immediately realized that what he was seeing was a dream.

In this beautiful dream, the golden age of a benevolent ruler has been completed, reaching the pinnacle of his ideal.
At this moment, Li Xuan looked at the clear 'dream' and said.

"What a great person, a selfless person, looks like when he reaches the end of his ideals."

"Hahaha, you still say I'm selfless, a great man," Kongming teased. "If my 'selflessness' goes to the end, will the families of those Wu and Jiangdong youths, those Wei youths, those generals and soldiers we've killed, think I, Kongming, am a selfless man? Or will they think I'm a man who slaughtered 100,000 for my own selfish desires?"

"The ideal of 'greatness' can be interpreted through the lens of 'selfishness.' In fact, even the most benevolent and virtuous era, with its immense grandeur, might just be a selfish feeling of mine, making me arrogantly seek my own sense of 'greatness.'"

"But when selfishness leads to great results, you are a great person. Mr. Kongming."

Li Xuan's answer surprised Kongming.

Then he gave a quiet smile.

Young man, you understand now, don't you? Selfishness and greatness are not actually contradictory.
"I'm going back to have a drink now. Goodbye." Kongming smiled slightly: "You, who allowed me to see this great world and witness so many new and wonderful things, are truly great to me."

In the future, there will be movies, flying iron birds, and people will no longer be displaced.

Everyone has a place to use their skills, instead of starving in the fields. Farmers have land to cultivate, and scholars and warriors alike have their own paths to take. Carts no longer need horses to pull them, buildings soar into the sky, and iron birds fly thousands of miles.

To me, you who showed me all this are also great.

At this moment, Kongming returned to his thatched cottage and, together with the people from his dream, envisioned a prosperous era.

A false illusion, a false dream.

But it is genuine emotion, not hypocrisy.

When Li Xuan opened his eyes again, he was on the film set in Wuzhangyuan.

The place where Zhuge Liang died.

Good night, Mr. Kongming.

Never again.

[End of simulation]

(End of this chapter)