Chapter 171

"It's your honor to do this for me," the emperor walked slowly down to her. "I'm the master of the world, and you're just one of my pets. I gave you the supreme position in the harem and provided you with rich clothes and food every day. What can you do?"

Rich brocade looked at the emperor with a cold face and suddenly smiled.

She raised her glass and drank it, looking straight at the man in front of her, word by word.

"Your Majesty, I wish you what you want, I wish you disaster, I wish you chaos, I wish you poverty, I wish you a lonely life, I wish you no survival, no death, I wish you a long life and a hundred years old!"

A thread of dark red blood fell along the corner of her mouth, and the woman's eyes gradually relaxed. Only a drop of tears remained locked in the corner of her eyes, unable to fall, and gradually dried up in place.

"Card!" the director waved with satisfaction, "Wen Xiao, I'll give you an hour to change your clothes and prepare for the scene of random burial."

Wen Xiao got up from the ground, spit out the blood bag in his mouth and rubbed the blood on his face.

Tang Xuan looked down and his throat tightened.

His favorite is Wen Xiao on the set. He looks different every time, but he is equally fascinating.

He loves Wen Xiao badly.

He walked quickly to Wen Xiao who was discussing the plot with the director.

"This state is very good. You should pay attention to keep it. The next scene..."

"Director, excuse me, can you wait a minute? I have something to do with Miss Wen." Tang Xuan came over and interrupted the director.

Although Wen Xiao rinsed his mouth for the first time, there were still traces of blood on the corners of his mouth.

She looked back at Tang Xuan and frowned without concealment.

Tang Xuan said "excuse me" to the director and Qi Zhan who was also listening to the play, and took Wen Xiao to the lounge.

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"Didn't you tell you not to come?" Wen Xiao dodged Tang Xuan and wanted to wipe her hand at the corner of her mouth. His face was a little impatient.

"Xiaoxiao, I really have nothing to do with Yu Xiaoxuan. She's just an ordinary artist in our company." Tang Xuan looked at Wen Xiao, who didn't enter the oil and salt, and got a little impatient.

"I don't care if you have anything to do with her," Wen Xiao stepped back and looked at him coldly. "I didn't think you were jealous of what I said that day. I just felt that as a friend, you asked me to cooperate in acting when I was injured. I was upset."

"Xiao Xiao, you know I like you!" Tang Xuan looked at her cold face and was angry. "You only take me as a friend?"

"I said, even if you say flowers, I won't promise you," Wen Xiao looked at the man impatiently. "I said the reason more than once. It's your business for you to chase me. Whether I agree or disagree is naturally my business."

"I really just like you. Why do you have to misunderstand me?" Tang Xuan stepped forward and looked sad. "Can't you just give me a chance?"

"No," Wen Xiao said firmly, "we are not suitable."

After a pause, he said, "before, you were still measured. We are friends. After today, I hope you don't come to me again."

Tang Xuan was overwhelmed by her resolute attitude. He realized that he was too anxious, but how can he blame him? He admired her since she became famous and made friends with her for so many years. He had long been dissatisfied with this relationship. He desperately wanted to have this girl - he had waited too long.