Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 170

Today is Qingchuan's final scene, and the director deliberately left it to the last scene.

Because the young prince is basically a libertine throughout the whole play, and the occasional true feelings are revealed so quickly that it seems like an illusion. Only in this scene does he reveal his deeply hidden true self.

This was the most difficult scene for this character.

If they act well, they will look like two people. The acting is too shallow, and it fails to show the real value of the young prince. This degree is not easy to grasp. Fortunately, even in the previous scenes of promiscuity, the young prince played by Qingchuan also had an innocent and melancholy quality, so the director thought he could do it.

"Fuqin, what time is it?"

"Your Majesty, it's past five."

The young prince was sitting in his own courtyard, it was quiet and quiet, except for the cold frost. He was dressed differently from usual. He gave up his silk and satin belt and only wore a layer of plain white linen clothes.

The white linen robe could not be put on at any time, but he put it on.

Because he knew that if the prince left here, he would definitely die.

The young prince was not surprised. It seemed that he was destined to take this path. After all, he is a member of the royal family, how can he really have no temper?

See, after a lifetime of enduring humiliation, I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

But the young prince knew that he could not persuade him, and he had no position to do so. He himself was proof of the prince's shame. So I had no choice but to send him off for the last journey, wearing sackcloth and mourning, and not teaching the prince to raise him in vain.

He has two fathers, his biological father and his adoptive father, but they are not as good as others' one father. He also has a mother, whom he only met once a few years after he was born, and even now she is still hiding in the Buddhist hall. He had an older brother, the Nine-Five Master, who broke his leg when he was young.

The young prince felt cold in his heart. After counting, he had everything and then nothing.

"Fuqin, let's go. Go buy a house and then a shop. You are good at craftsmanship. Unlike me, you will be a loser if you leave this place. If you raise two more children, your descendants will continue."

Fuqin clutched the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, "If you don't go, I won't go anywhere. If I don't have you, where will I have home? Even if there is an emergency, you have to have someone by your side to take care of you, right?"

Fuqin shed tears.

The young prince stopped trying to persuade him. He sat in the yard and waited for dawn.

The young prince gave up his pretense and shone like a beautiful jade.

The best jade, piled with gold, silver and jewels, cannot actually show its true charm on the body of the wealthy. Instead, it lies in the stream, on top of a pile of pebbles, and a beam of light shines on it, which is the real beauty. To the point of dazzling.

One is a silk flower, long-lasting and false, and the other is a real flower, short-lived and smart. The beauty of nature is fleeting, so once you see it, you will never forget it.

This is the case for the young prince. He is dressed in a plain cotton robe, with a scarf tied on his head. His face is cold and clear, and he has taken off his exaggeration, just like a real beauty who has been washed away from the beauty and the stone skin of the disguised stone.