Chapter 1058: Helan Minyue accompanies Brother Lang to watch a movie

Lin Lang explained with a smile: "Brother, this movie is not an opera, but it is more vivid than an opera."

"It's like painting scenes of stories on canvas and then making them move, with sound and images, bringing the story of 'The Assassination of Qin Shi Huang' to life right before your eyes. It's more real than listening to an opera or watching a painting."

Li Zhi frowned slightly, twirling his beard in thought: "A moving painting? And even with sound? My dear brother, I really can't imagine what you're saying..."

Seeing Li Zhi's bewildered expression, Empress Wu turned to look at Chu Yiren and asked gently, "Sister-in-law, what exactly is this 'movie' you're talking about?"

Chu Yiren stood up with a smile on her face. "Don't worry, sister-in-law. No matter how much you say, it's better to see it with your own eyes. Come, let's ask the palace maids to move some chairs outside the hall. You'll see when you get there."

Empress Wu was always curious about new things, so she nodded immediately upon hearing this: "Okay, then let's go and see this moving story."

Li Zhi also became interested and walked out of the palace with Empress Wu. Concubine Zheng, Helan Minyue, Wu Shun and others followed closely behind.

Helan Minyue was also very curious about what this new thing called movies was.

Pan Xiaoting held Mu Xueman's arm and followed the crowd out of the hall, laughing softly, "Our husband is going to start showing off again, traveling back to the Tang Dynasty to show a movie to Wu Zetian and Li Zhi. I'm surprised he even thought of that."

Mu Xueman chuckled softly and said, "Let him play however he wants. Anyway, this trip to the Tang Dynasty is extremely interesting!"

Zhou Mengyao reminded in a low voice: "Be quiet, don't let outsiders hear!"

After hearing this, Pan Xiaoting stuck out her tongue playfully, then quickly shut up.

Lin Lang first hung a large screen on the wall of the open space outside the hall, then took out the projector and DVD player from his personal space, connected the two, and put a CD of "The Emperor and the Assassin" into the machine.

Li Zhi looked at the dark "iron box" connected to the curtain, and became increasingly puzzled: "Brother, can this box tell a story?"

"That's right, my royal brother, please take a look!"

Lin Lang smiled and pressed the play button. With a slight "click", the machine started running and a white light shot towards the screen. The next moment, the ancient Xianyang Palace appeared on the originally blank screen. The palace was majestic, palace servants were coming and going, and even the lanterns under the corridors seemed to be swaying slightly.

"Ah!" Helan Minyue cried out softly, as if she had seen a ghost, and subconsciously clutched her mother Wu Shun's sleeve.

Li Zhi and Empress Wu were also stunned. They saw figures moving on the curtain, and the sounds of armor colliding and palace servants talking could be heard clearly, as if a group of people were really acting out the events of that year on the curtain.

When the scene of Ying Zheng played by Li Xuejian appeared, Li Zhi leaned forward unconsciously, and even his breathing became lighter - this was not a "moving painting", it was clearly a scene of the Qin Dynasty, brought right before his eyes!

The moment the curtain suddenly lit up, the palace maids and eunuchs guarding outside the hall were so scared that they all took a step back and almost dropped the trays in their hands.

As the shadow of Qin Shi Huang slowly unfolded on the white cloth, the lanterns under the corridor swayed vividly, and the teacup in the hand of a little eunuch fell to the ground with a clang and shattered into pieces.

His eyes were as big as copper bells, and he murmured, "He's alive... Qin Shi Huang is alive!"

Several palace maids pulled at each other's sleeves, wanting to get closer to see more clearly, but were also afraid that the "living Qin Shi Huang" would walk down from the cloth. Their faces turned red and white, and their screams were suppressed in their throats, and they could only make tiny gasps.

The guards tightened their hands on their swords, their eyes flickering back and forth between the curtain and Lin Lang. They knew it was fake, but their backs couldn't help but stiffen.

They had never seen such a strange and shocking scene, as if an invisible hand had pulled back the lost time.

Li Zhi suddenly grabbed Lin Lang's arm, looking at the figure of King Qin on the screen, watching the murderous scene of the ancient battlefield at the beginning of the film, listening to the sound of swords clashing at close range and the angry roar of King Qin, Li Zhi couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple, and his voice trembled with an imperceptible tremor.

"My dear brother, this... this scene of the First Emperor's battles is really like a movie? I feel like I can reach out and touch those people..."

Li Zhi was accustomed to the flashing of swords and the clash of sabers, but he had never thought that he could "experience" history in this way. Those cold words that were only recorded in history books now became vivid pictures, which made him excited.

Lin Lang put his arm around Li Zhi's shoulders and said, "Brother, this is a movie from Shanghai. The scenes here are all performed by professional actors in a recreated Qin Dynasty movie studio. They filmed and performed the story of Jing Ke assassinating the King of Qin."

After hearing this, Li Zhi asked tentatively with a hint of concern, "My dear brother, according to what you said, the King of Qin and his army in this movie will not rush out and pose a threat to me and the Tang Dynasty, right?"

Lin Lang smiled and replied, "Don't worry, my royal brother. The characters in the movie can only exist on the screen and will never jump out of it."

Li Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, his palms sweating from nervousness. "Brother, are the actors you're talking about opera performers?"

Lin Lang replied, "Almost the same. They all make a living by performing to entertain the public."

Empress Wu paused twirling her Buddhist beads, a sharp inquiry flashing in her eyes, followed by undisguised amazement: "Treating the virtual as real, the illusion as truth, this 'movie' actually has such extraordinary means?"

Wu Zetian had seen the magic tricks of quacks and the brilliant brushwork of court painters, but she had never seen anything like what was happening before her, folding time and space and gathering the dust of the past into a vivid shape.

Lin Lang looked at the palace maids and guards around him who were gasping for breath, and with a smile on his face, he patiently explained to Li Zhi and Empress Wu.

"Brother, sister-in-law, this isn't some magical technique. It's just using a machine to record light and shadows and then projecting them onto a piece of cloth."

"It's like a painter painting a picture, but this painting can record the sounds and movements, allowing anyone who sees it to 'see' the scene again."

As soon as he finished speaking, a scene of King Ying Zheng of Qin beheading the enemy on the battlefield flashed on the screen. The surrounding palace maids let out a low cry of surprise, and a timid one covered her eyes.

Li Zhi, however, was mesmerized, his eyes filled with emotion: "Movies can actually record light, shadow, and sound? This kind of ingenuity is truly... unheard of."

Helan Minyue was so shocked that her eyes widened. She stared at the movie screen and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my God! There are such mysterious methods in this world. The film art of Shanghai Country is truly amazing!"

Concubine Zheng was so shocked that her pupils trembled. She exclaimed, "If it weren't for the movies in Shanghai, I would never have imagined that I could see the story of the Qin Dynasty in this way of light and shadow."

At this moment, on the screen, Ying Zheng waved his sword and rebuked his ministers. The sound was like a loud bell, making people's eardrums numb. The sharpness in the eyes of the King of Qin, played by Mr. Li Xuejian, who looked down on the world, actually came straight through the light and shadow.

The old eunuch standing behind Li Zhi knelt down with a plop, his gray head resting on the ground, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty... is it the First Emperor appearing in spirit? Your servant, your servant dare not look..."

Several young eunuchs nearby were also panicked. Some of them shrank their necks and dared not look up, while others could not help but steal glances, with their hands twisted into knots at their sides.

The guard leader's forehead was covered with sweat, and he whispered to the soldiers beside him: "Hold steady! The emperor said it was a lie...but this momentum..."

Having said that, he did not dare to let go of the hand on the hilt of the knife, as if the Qin army on the screen would break through the curtain and kill him in the next second.

Li Zhi looked at the scene of Ying Zheng sitting in the court and suddenly sighed: "No wonder the First Emperor was able to conquer the world and unify the country. Such majesty is so overwhelming that it makes people feel breathless even after eight hundred years of light and shadow."

He turned to look at Lin Lang, a lingering fear still in his eyes. "This actor... can actually portray the First Emperor's spirit to such an extent, he truly has extraordinary abilities."

Lin Lang proudly replied, "The actor who plays Ying Zheng is called Li Xuejian. He is a man of both virtue and talent, and a performing artist from Shanghai."

After hearing this, Li Zhi couldn't help but admire Teacher Li Xuejian, who played Ying Zheng, even more.

Empress Wu suddenly chuckled and glanced at the frightened eunuchs and palace maids: "It's just a trick of light and shadow. Look how scared you are."

Although she was scolding him, Empress Wu's eyes were filled with deep curiosity about this "movie". "My dear brother, this machine can record stories from the past, so can it also record what's happening right now?"

Lin Lang nodded. "Of course I can. If the Empress's wife wants, I can use a DV recorder to record some of their daily lives, edit them into a documentary, and project it on the walls outside the palace for the people to see. Let them get a glimpse of the Emperor and Empress of the Tang Dynasty."

"Oh?" Empress Wu raised an eyebrow. "Then I'd like to see what it would be like to be captured by this 'light and shadow'."

Li Zhi exclaimed, "Brother, are you serious?"

Lin Lang smiled and replied, "Brother Emperor, when have I ever lied to you?"

"When my brother attends the morning court tomorrow, I will film a documentary about the Emperor of Tang, a diligent official. We will fill tomorrow's schedule with official duties, documenting his daily life of working hard for the country, diligently serving the country, and caring about the people. We will then show it to the people of Chang'an through a movie, hoping to gain their favor."

Li Zhi was so excited after hearing this that he laughed loudly and said, "My dear brother, it has to be you!"

Lin Lang laughed out loud and said, "As the saying goes, when we brothers unite, we can break through any obstacle!"

"Good brother!" Li Zhi hugged Lin Lang's shoulders tightly. The trust and friendship between the sworn brothers continued to grow.

The fighting on the screen continued, and the palace people's exclamations gradually turned into amazement. Even the most timid palace maids quietly moved their hands away from covering their faces.

The "movie" from Shanghai is gradually subverting their understanding of "recording" and "reproduction", and under the palace walls of the Tang Dynasty, it has opened a wonderful prelude to light and shadow.

Li Zhi, Empress Wu, Lin Lang and Chu Yiren sat in the center of the front row, eating peanuts and sunflower seeds, watching the movie comfortably.

The palace maids standing on both sides held round fans to fan themselves and cool down.

Sitting in the back row were Imperial Noble Consort Li Moli, Zhou Mengyao, Mu Xuelan, Helan Minyue and others.

In order to please Lin Lang, Li Zhi gave an oral order to Helan Minyue to sit in the front row, next to Lin Lang, and watch the movie with her future husband.

Helan Minyue lowered her head shyly and moved slowly towards the empty seat beside Lin Lang.

The flickering light and shadow of the curtain made her cheeks blush, and the pearl hairpins in her hair trembled with her steps. The moment she sat down with her skirt spread out, her soft and boneless little hand was held by Lin Lang.

"Uh..." Helan Minyue's delicate body trembled slightly. This was the first time she was held by a man's hand, and she was extremely excited.

Lin Lang's warm palm wrapped around her cold fingers. Helan Minyue's whole body suddenly froze, and her little face couldn't help but become even redder.

She could hear the laughter of Empress Wu and Li Zhi talking about a movie, but it seemed vague and unclear through a layer of mist.

"Don't be afraid, my dear. I will marry you the day after tomorrow." Lin Lang's voice, wrapped in warmth, brushed past his ears.

Helan Minyue looked up in panic and met his smiling eyes, which were more dazzling than the light and shadow on the curtain.

She subconsciously bit her red lips, her pearly teeth sinking into the delicate lips. Her heartbeat instantly accelerated, and she didn't even know how to adjust her breathing.

Helan Minyue wanted to pull her hand back, but Lin Lang gently held it, and his fingertips gently stroked her soft little hand.

The night wind blew through the hall outside, picking up the loose hair on Helan Minyue's temples, and Lin Lang reached out to tuck her hair behind her ears. His movements were natural, considerate, and a little too gentle.

"Your Majesty, I am a little shy." Helan Minyue's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, but the corners of her mouth could not help but rise with joy.

"My dear, is the movie interesting?" Lin Lang's voice was bewitching.

Helan Minyue stared at the movie screen, her throat tight and unable to speak. She could only nod slightly and whispered, "It's great!"

Helan Minyue caught a glimpse of the meaningful look from her aunt Empress Wu, and she buried her head even lower in shame. She felt so happy in her heart!

A barely perceptible sneer flashed across Chu Yiren's face, and she thought: It seems that this little girl from the Tang Dynasty is also going to start suffering from Lin Lang's love!