Chapter 251: Two Scripts

Jingcheng.

Feng Xiaogang didn't expect Cao Sheng to refuse outright.

After a moment of silence, he said: "No! I'm not just a comedy director—I can direct any genre if the script is good."

Huizhou.

Cao Sheng, adhering to the principle of not offending anyone, said: "In that case, I'll contact you once I have inspiration and write a script suitable for you to direct?"

Feng Xiaogang: "Good! Good! I'll wait for your good news."

I hastily pulled my right hand back. This… this was a corpse! A ghostly corpse! Though the body was disguised with remarkable realism, the closer I got, the more shocking it became. I involuntarily stepped back in fear; Du Lu did the same, but Fan Ni stood frozen like a stake driven into the ground.

I was heartbroken to the point of shattering, my mind clouded for a moment, and soon after, I fainted from overwhelming grief in Amanda's arms.

"Come with me," Duan Jingjing smiled and turned to lead the way. Lin Can admired her swaying figure gliding across the ground, unaware that they had already entered a labyrinth of deep courtyards.

Wu Feng spoke with neither subservience nor arrogance, his words reasonable and fitting—even Du Kang, who specialized in finding fault, could find no flaw. Yet the more perfect his words, the more uneasy Du Kang grew—how could there be so many flawless statements in this world?

"Then we're relieved. You're someone who has to care for elders… you can't get into trouble." Old Lady Xu had intended to say, "You're someone with a wife and children," but seeing Jian Jian present, she quickly changed her words.

"The time is next Saturday. Have the Propaganda Department prepare promotional materials—no need for many, twenty or thirty copies will do, but they must be exquisitely made." I instructed.

Li Wanzhuan's heart ached at her son's pitiful look—she hadn't seen her child in over four months, and this meeting made her feel he had grown even taller.

"Shall we do it this way?" Xu Yihan half-covered her mouth and whispered to Mo Yueyou, who listened with a troubled expression.

"Yes, asking tomorrow is fine too, Yuan Yuan, stop hitting—just knowing the child is found is enough." Old Lady Xu smiled in agreement.

Wang Jianguo and Xu Wei immediately drew their sidearms. "Don't move!" Xu Wei barked.

But this cloud-like phantom, Qi, was utterly different from the description in Mo Bai's jade slip.

"Husband"! So he dared not linger in the room, fearing he might shatter his last shred of sanity.

Of course, there was no source of light inside the secret tunnel. Shi Feng's vision became utter darkness, so black he could not see his own hand.

The middle-aged man looked up at Xu Chuan, then at Master Qingren's grim face, and asked tentatively.

The Emperor was gambling with his own reputation—last time he bestowed such favor upon Yan Xiao, he created a massive traitor who ruined the Empire's efforts in Baise Prefecture.

Thus, a brilliant sword dance unfolded before Su Ruoyao, who had never observed a sword dance so closely—she clapped and cheered enthusiastically. Zhou Zhaoxia and Cheng An cheered beside her.

What did he mourn? What did he rejoice in? Alas—he mourned the Ning Prince, the one who destroyed him: a man once oppressed by him.

Then she beamed as she watched him chasing far behind, the great distance between them making her laugh with tinkling delight.

"Really that good? I've never heard of him. 'Number One Late-Game in Dream Three Kingdoms'? How bold." At this moment, Yin Quan spoke up in rebuttal—he'd watched Liu Feng's videos and didn't believe this so-called Dream Three Kingdoms top C-player could outperform Liu Feng in gold farming.

"You're so thin—you need nourishing food. I'll go buy some for you." Cheng Yanzhong happily ran out to buy mutton soup.