Due to the Chongyang Festival, the Crown Prince couldn't be absent. Although he was weak, he had to hold on by himself.
Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long.
One second ago, Chow Yun-fat and Gong Li were arguing with each other. Qin Guan, who was sweating profusely, wanted to stop them. The next second, a sword appeared in Qin Guan's chest.
A treasured sword with a cold gleam pierced through his heart from the back, all the way to his chest.
His youngest son, Qin Junyi, was only 14 years old, but he had killed the crown prince, Qin Guan, who was sitting in a wheelchair and unable to move, with a single sword.
In this place, there was no tenacious struggle to fight a few more bandits after being shot, and there was no absurd scenario where one could speak clearly and say their last words after drinking poison.
The actor fell to the ground cleanly. Qin Guan was surprised for a moment before he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The grief of the Emperor and the Queen, as well as their vicious accusations against the Third Prince, had nothing to do with Qin Guan.
Because the Third Prince was fighting with the Emperor, everyone's attention was focused on the two men who were fighting.
Gong Li crawled up to him, her hair disheveled and heartbroken. She hugged him in her arms at the last moment of her life.
The color of his blood was brilliant. Looking at the ceiling blankly, Qin Guan confessed to the woman in his last moments.
"I'm sorry!"
That was all he needed to say. Only then could he die in peace.
Qin Guan, who had thought that his most difficult scenes were over, could finally let out a sigh of relief.
To his surprise, Gong Li had buried Qin Guan's head in her arms. Then, she had thrown his head away.
He was treated like a ball!
Aiyo, my dear sister.
Even if we don't have any intimate scenes from the beginning to the end, you don't have to take revenge on me like this.
Although there was a carpet in the middle of the stage, Qin Guan was lying on a solid concrete floor.
Qin Guan's face was covered in blood, but he could only remain in that position. His posture was like an X, which was strange and elegant.
All the cameras were focused on Gong Li, who was standing up. Qin Guan was dead under her feet.
It was unknown if Director Zhang Yimou had done it on purpose, but the scene was drawn out for a very long time, at least five seconds.
After Gong Li left, Qin Guan thought to himself, Finally, I have nothing to do. He got up and planned to leave the stage with the group of extras after the scene.
Unexpectedly, Director Zhang stood outside with a cup of tea in his hand and stopped him.
"Hey, Qin Guan, what are you doing?"
"There's no more work for me. I'm going to call it a day and get my lunch box!"
"What do you mean there's nothing for you to do? Your corpse is still useful. The Queen has expressed her feelings to your corpse, but the King has not yet expressed them! '
Well, they were remembering the martyrs!
Furthermore, everyone had to express their feelings.
"You too. This is the last scene. Don't let your guard down. You have to finish what you started!"
Qin Guan was just a corpse.
Fine, you are the director. After a short break, Qin Guan lay down again.
What position did I die in?
Yes, X.
Qin Guan touched his face. He looked like a zombie with his eyes wide open. Then he lay down on the carpet again.
"Attention, everyone! This is the last scene of Qin Guan! Finish the last scene in your best state!"
Chow Yun-fat was the only one left to shed tears at Qin Guan. Everyone else had left.
After getting along with him for so many days, Brother Zhou didn't make things difficult for Qin Guan anymore. He just smiled and cried when he needed to. That was the end of the show.
In order to make Qin Guan's death look better, Zhang Yimou took more shots of his beautiful chin.
Qin Guan felt that he would have a stiff neck if he had waited for a while longer.
When the director handed him the big red envelope, the money-grubber smiled happily.
After nearly a month, the film with the largest investment he had ever made was officially finished.
Like all his previous films, except for the ones in which he was the main character, he couldn't wait for the whole crew to finish.
He had been separated from Cong Nianwei in the capital for a long time, and his good friend from Hong Kong, Nicholas Tse, was about to get married.
Qin Guan's advice didn't work on his friend's big day, so he had to take advantage of the break in his work to give them his sincere blessings.
Qin Guan left the cast early for his personal affairs, even though Zhang Weiping had kicked him in the butt for it.
He wanted to surprise Cong Nianwei, so he didn't inform her of his return. Instead, he went home, dressed in his best clothes and drove the SUV provided by the Cadillac sponsor to Cong Nianwei's design team, the Chinese Design Institute.
In the capital, there were quite a few research institutes. No matter how different their industries and research areas were, they all had one thing in common.
The environment and atmosphere of the institute were the same.
Around the perimeter of the courtyard, there must be a residential area for the researchers and their families to live in.
Some courtyards occupied a vast area, and the unit's family quarters were built inside the research institute.
There was no need to mention the second point, which was that the buildings with various functions were clearly divided, and the greenery in each research institute must be stable and beautiful.
Qin Guan registered with the security guard at the entrance and drove to the building where Cong Nianwei's team was located.
On his spacious back seat was a bouquet of lilies wrapped in a very beautiful perfume. As the car steadily moved forward, its delicate and tender stamens trembled slightly.
Qin Guan had decided to give Cong Nianwei a romantic surprise, so that they wouldn't drift apart due to work.
This kind of phenomenon was too common among big bosses who were busy with their careers, as well as in the entertainment industry, where they rarely got together.
Qin Guan was a careful man, so he wouldn't make such a stupid mistake.
As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder.
He was dressed so beautifully, and the gift he had brought was so romantic and warm.
There was no woman who didn't like flowers and love.
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