Chapter 133: Guo Fan: That's Right, It's Me Selling You Out Again

Filming continued; Guo Fan and Yang Siwei grouped scenes with matching or similar emotions together.

Meanwhile, Jing Tian and Qi Hui were all lovey-dovey, bickering and playing, which perfectly fit the emotional shift between the male and female leads in the later stages.

This made filming proceed at lightning speed.

And Guo Fan could only eat dog food while turning his grief and indignation into strength, working hard.

He looked exactly like a nuclear-powered donkey, the kind that works furiously without needing extra feed.

In the blink of an eye, the little

Is this real? Meng Yuchen's fingertips trembled slightly. She had done what every man under heaven dreamed of; she thought being by his side was already the greatest happiness. Yet what he gave her far surpassed her imagination.

Slanted light pierced the vermilion door until dawn; until gentle, warm sunlight filtered through the lattice, casting mottled shadows on Qi Yue's face. Only then did Qi Yue feel a faint brightness that made her eyes squint slightly. She slowly woke, wanting water, but her throat was hoarse and painful, unable to make a single sound.

"Knock him out and take him away!" Shui Tao said to the masked figures behind her. The masked figures wasted no words; before Tian Jiarui could even shout, one punched Tian Jiarui in the neck, and Tian Jiarui fell instantly.

Suddenly, calm and happiness vanished from Shui Tao's face, replaced by resentment and sorrow. Shui Tao sprang to her feet and stormed out, slamming the door.

"You!" Lady He glared coldly. Her fingertips, stained with madder, bloomed like red roses as she pointed at Lord He, stomping her feet in agitation yet unable to speak for a long time.

The phone rang again and again. Watching the familiar number flash on the screen, Wu Hua didn't know whether to answer. Finally, when the phone rang once more, Wu Hua finally made up his mind to pick up.

After the imperial edict was read, everyone in the hall fell silent for a moment, daring not move. According to protocol, they should immediately kneel and pay homage to the new emperor. However, the old emperor was still alive, and they were all trusted ministers personally promoted by the old emperor; without the old emperor's command, how dared they kneel before the new sovereign?

Afterwards, Yun Tianhai was posthumously titled Duke of Rong. Yun Ying was granted the titles of Grand Secretary and Commander of the Imperial Guard, primarily responsible for the annual imperial examinations and maintaining order in the capital, taking the selection of the nation's pillars and the protection of the capital's safety as his duty.

Why did doing so feel so natural to her, even bringing a sense of pride? Did she truly love her husband so much that she discarded her very dignity?

Although Nalan Fengying had warned him not to show the Dragon-Tiger Seal lightly, a true man knows what to do and what not to do.

Cao Cao's words claimed clumsiness, yet his tone was brimming with pride; where was even a trace of shame? He clearly meant, "Even my son could outwit you once; your performance was truly terrible," and the like.

Although it could not yet be confirmed whether the approaching forces belonged to Zhao Qing, Deng Xian and Zhang Yi dared not be negligent. After exchanging a glance, they immediately reached a consensus: Deng Xian would immediately notify the various generals within the city, while Zhang Yi would go to the ramparts first to make arrangements.

She studied diligently, traveled to gather local customs, and experienced the customs and traditions of various regions, hoping to paint the most beautiful picture in her heart.

Seeing the unhidden killing intent in Tang Yi's eyes, the middle-aged man felt as though he were being targeted by a ferocious beast, instantly causing cold sweat to pour down his entire body.

"No." As if already expecting such a result, Ye Yingxue curled her lips slightly and said with a faint smile.

Having had an arm torn off alive, Senior Brother Gu immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Do not focus all your attention on the Tartars! The entire land is unstable now!" Chongzhen instructed.

That lacquered red coffin actually made a creaking, clacking sound, as if something inside were knocking.

"Very well! Then let your friends Guo Jujing and Zuo Maodi go together for this negotiation!" He Xiaoming made the final decision.