Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

On the television screen, light and shadow flowed.

In the scene, the Heavenly Palace stands majestically amidst swirling clouds and mist.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian, clad in silver armor and draped in a black cloak, wields a three-pointed double-edged sword, his face as cold and stern as a block of ice that has never melted.

He was opposite him.

Liu Qianqian was dressed in an elegant light blue ancient costume, holding an infant in her arms. Her hair was messy and her eyes were red.

That face was exquisitely beautiful, yet it possessed a heartbreakingly poignant beauty.

"Second brother, spare Chenxiang! He's still just a child!"

Liu Qianqian's voice was choked with sobs, and her body trembled slightly; her helplessness was palpable.

Jiao Enjun, who plays Yang Jian, didn't even frown.

He slammed the weapon in his hand to the ground.

Boom!

The entire Heavenly Palace seemed to tremble.

"Violating the heavenly laws is an unforgivable crime!"

These eight words, uttered by him, were utterly devoid of any human warmth.

Followed by.

With a wave of his hand.

A golden light transformed into a cage, completely enveloping Liu Qianqian before slamming down upon the majestic Mount Hua.

"No--!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the living room.

The screen went black.

The ending theme song, "The Undying Heart," played at the opportune moment.

Click!

Yu Le crossed his legs, took a bite of the apple, and made a crisp, loud sound.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Yu Le shook his head, looking at Jiao Enjun's handsome face on the screen.

"Old Jiao, you've really stirred up a hornet's nest this time."

This is Liu Qianqian.

This is the fairy sister who just won over the entire internet with her role as Zhao Ling'er and then swept the nation's favor with "Gong Xi Fa Cai".

You buried her under the mountain?

And to put on this "righteous indignation" act in front of a national audience?

Yu Le didn't even need to look to know that the internet was probably already blown up.

He dragged the laptop over and placed it on his lap.

I skillfully opened the film and television section of Tianya Forum.

Good heavens, just as I expected.

The homepage has been flooded with posts.

The entire page was covered in red "Explosion" characters.

[Slay Erlang Shen! This cold-blooded creature doesn't even deserve to be a god!]

[I'm so angry! I'm so angry! How dare they touch my Xixi! Jiao Enjun, you CS!]

[Ordered a machete! Brothers, let's team up to rescue the Three Holy Mothers! Location: Mount Hua. Reply with "1" if you're interested!]

[A judicial god? I think he's a judicial psychopath! He even tortures his own sister to death; he's a complete psychopath!]

Yu Le clicked on the post with the most replies.

The original poster is clearly a fervent "Fei fan," having written a lengthy essay of over a thousand words, criticizing everything from ethics and morality to the divine system, ultimately concluding that Erlang Shen is a perverted freak who is jealous of his sister's happiness.

The replies below were even more enthusiastic.

My mom just pointed a slipper at the TV and yelled that she was going to slap those three eyes shut.

[Add one! My grandma, who usually loves Jiao Enjun's "Little Li Flying Dagger," has completely turned against him today, saying that while he's handsome, how can his heart be so dark!]

[Jiao Enjun must die! #JiaoEnjunGetOutOfTheEntertainmentIndustry#]

As Yu Le watched, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The original version of Erlang Shen was heavily criticized.

This time, it was Liu Qianqian who took the place.

That's the "Nation's Daughter" I've watched grow up.

This anger level has been doubled.

Jiao Enjun really knows how to draw a lot of hatred this time.

The phone, which was tucked into the sofa cushions, suddenly vibrated.

Yu Le took out his phone.

Caller ID: Jiao Enjun.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Yu Le cleared his throat, pressed the answer button, and spoke with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Hey? Erlang Shen? What brings you to call a mortal like me? Aren't you going to Mount Hua to watch over your sister?"

On the other end of the phone, Jiao Enjun's voice sounded somewhat broken, with a hint of helpless bitterness.

"Mr. Yu, please stop teasing me!"

"I'm being cursed to death. Some people somehow got my phone number and threatened me, saying they'd do justice to God."

Jiao Enjun sighed, and the sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette came through the receiver.

"I've been acting for so many years, and this is the first time I've been criticized so harshly. Before, when I played Li Xunhuan, everyone called me a male god. Now, I've been called a 'male lunatic'."

"Now the audience is attacking the actor based on the character. Tell me, isn't that unfair?"

Yu Le changed her posture, holding her phone between her shoulder and ear, and continued scrolling through the comments on the keyboard with both hands.

"Injustice? Not at all."

"Old Jiao, you have to think this way."

"The more people criticize you now, the better you're acting. What's that called? That's called immersive acting."

"and."

Yu Le paused, his tone becoming meaningful.

"Do you understand the principle of 'praise by first criticizing'?"

"You are currently experiencing 'suppression'. The lower you suppress it, the more powerfully you will bounce back."

Jiao Enjun gave a wry smile on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Yu, you've read the script. I know there's a plot twist later on. But that twist won't happen for dozens of episodes!"

"I'm afraid that before I can clear my name, I'll be drowned in the spittle of the audience."

"Besides, with this script rewritten... can it really be reconciled later on? I feel like a pervert when I look at myself now."

"Don't worry about it."

Yu Le picked up the Coke on the table and pulled the tab with one hand.

laugh.

The sound of bubbles bursting.

"Believe me. After this show finishes airing, you will become the most heartbreaking man in the history of Chinese television dramas."

"In the end, all these criticisms will turn into tears."

"These viewers who are now shouting to kill you will be lining up to say 'Second Brother, I'm sorry' later."

"Really?" Jiao Enjun was clearly a little skeptical.

"More real than real gold." Yu Le took a sip of cola. "Just hang in there. Don't go online for the next few days, unplug the internet cable. If all else fails, go on a trip to avoid the storm."

.......

Back in the bedroom, the bedside lamp was dimly lit.

Liu Xiaoli was leaning against the headboard, holding a parenting book in her hands.

Hearing the noise, she closed the book and put it aside, then casually lifted a corner of the blanket.

Yu Le slipped inside and settled into a comfortable position in the fragrant quilt.

A warm arm reached out and rested on his chest.

Liu Xiaoli pressed her face against his shoulder, her breath gently spraying onto the nape of his neck.

Yu Le reached out and put his arm around her rounded shoulder, his fingers unconsciously stroking her smooth arm skin.

The person in his arms, however, was drawing circles on his chest with her fingers.

a bit.

Two times.

Yu Le grabbed that restless little hand.

"What's wrong? Something on your mind?"