My Neighbor is CEO - C672

“I didn’t do this bowl of medicine!” He handed it forward and took a drink.

Put the empty bowl on the table: “why do you do it on my soup face, making me look so sick?”

Shens sighed. “You guessed that, didn’t you?”

This is shensbu’s Bureau. He expected the drought. This was learned from Jishen’s father. Some time ago, there were various warnings of high temperature. He thought this was a good opportunity. So in Gu Pan’er’s soup, the medicine will not hurt Jishen, but it is enough to make Jishen look like a seriously ill person.

They grew up together, all the tacit understanding and mutual understanding is incomparable to ordinary people. The writing paper of the princess may even deceive the princess herself, but the only thing in the world that can’t deceive the past is Jishen. So when Jishen saw that piece of paper in the secret room, he knew that it was made by Shensi. He had a little habit of putting some of the first strokes into it. He liked it by following Jishen. It was a secret of childhood. Only two people in the world knew about it.

Jishen was so clever. Seeing this piece of paper, she thought of those pieces of paper that appeared on her desk, and her inexplicable fever during this period of time. She was blessed to the soul, so she lied to the old emperor.

This scene instantly caused the female fans sitting behind to scream in a low voice, shouting the ancient version of the overbearing President fan’er!

Song Zhixin looked at Pan’er’s ear: “like this type?”

Look at the son to smile: “you are not overbearing President?”

Song Zhixin pinched her nose and told her to concentrate on watching the movie. She pouted. It was clear that he didn’t pay attention first. How could she be blamed!

Gu Pan’er continued to look up at the film. The story was in the second half of the story. The whole story line had begun to change. Shensi knew that Jishen Ben would not live that long. So she seemed to be taking revenge on her father, but she was actually ready to bury her father in the same place. She will be buried at the door for her father to guard forever.

So Shensi planned that since life could not be buried with sacrifice, then death would be buried with sacrifice.

The drought is so severe that the big guy can’t stand long in the sun. After taking Shensi’s medicine, Jishen’s appearance of fierce disease slowly subsided in the drought. On that day, she knelt down in front of the hall in mourning clothes and told everyone to take shelter in the mountains, which was shady. The old emperor was so angry that his ancestors said that if he wanted to live in the world, he should not go out of the 100000 mountains, nor enter the 100000 mountains.

There is still March before the meteorite falls. There have been several heavy rains in the previous period, and the air is moist. And Zishen said, there shall be a great sacrifice.

The high priest was very grand. The old emperor suddenly called the prince up and knelt with him on the top.

The ceremony was carried out calmly and slowly. The old emperor knew that time was running out.

It was a difficult decision, whether to keep the people together to sacrifice with the country, or to move the people away. Ji Shen said, “let them go! Free, like birds, what are 100000 mountains? No matter how dangerous the outside world is, it’s just people’s hearts. They’re not idiots. Wouldn’t they live in the mountains and not go out?

Finally, the country moved to the mountains in the afterlife. Some people wanted to take away their family’s coffins. They looked at the sky and told them that the pit would be buried by heaven. Those who have died inside will return the dust to the dust and the earth to the earth.

It took two months, a huge crowd, to leave the country. When the sacrifice sank in the second month, he suddenly fell down. After three days of coma, he woke up and heard that the old emperor had jumped into a deep pit. The prince was going to look for the body of the old emperor. He stopped him, tied it up and sent him away.

Now, the place where they were born, grew up and learned everything is really left for them. Shensi went down to the pit with the sacrifice. Dozens of children were waiting at the bottom. They pointed to a coffin on the edge and began to draw. Jishen knew that there was the old emperor.

Jishen put the old emperor at the door. The people erected the stone tablet. Jishen squinted to see the words on the stone tablet, but he couldn’t see it clearly. She didn’t tell them to put the stone tablet. It seems that Shensi asked them to prepare it. It’s a pity that her eyes began to look bad a few months ago. Shens knew that. She also knows that the layout here has changed a lot without her knowledge.

When we left the screening hall, we were still very quiet. We didn’t know whether it was because of the content of the film or because of the death feast at the end of the movie.

Gu Pan’er was interviewed the next day. In the interview, someone suddenly called out, “the person you play has killed so many people. Will you feel bad after seeing it?”.

Looking at the person who asked her this question, she nodded and said, “it’s hard! Even feel a sense of guilt, as if their hands stained with blood. But looking back, it is also a bit lucky. How many people can really produce a real historical drama? I dare say that there are not many people in this circle, especially in the era of idol dramas. Therefore, I should be glad to have Mr. Song around me, otherwise Mrs. song will be schizophrenic. “The final purchase of dog food successfully mobilized the serious and tense atmosphere, and everyone couldn’t help laughing.

Gu Pan’er also smiles. When she finished watching the film, she couldn’t get out of a kind of groundless self blame for a long time. Song Zhixin first discovered everything and then accompanied her.

She followed fan Chen to see his mother. She looked at the intellectual and elegant woman on the tombstone and sighed at the mockery of fate. It’s good to think of a moment.

No one is right about this, really! Sacrificing Shen is just to hope for peace after death, but mortal mothers expected that there might be an accident one day when they put themselves into archaeology. Fanchen said that her mother would leave letters to him every time she went out. There were seven or eight suicide letters in his bookcase. However, she did not expect that those letters would become real ones one day.

All of this is sad and unpredictable. Sometimes I don’t know how to deal with myself, but I know how to do it.