thirst in the throat (1)
Goseung never revealed his name from beginning to end.
-It’s all because of the omen’s longing.
-So, Ambassador, please help me. Why is it reversed that life just wants to live?
Daegun tried to persuade the ambassador by quoting even what he had heard from the Han shaman.
-Find a pine tree that grows alone in a clean water source and carve a Buddha statue to offer an offering. There is only one way, my lord.
-But it can’t be cured, Ambassador!
-prince.
-I want to be the king. So, I have to remove the secret art of Obama that made me like this. So I will live.
In front of the high priest, Daegun did not hide his inverse mind at all, but revealed it.
Mysteriously, what if he told the king and ruined everything?
There was a small but firm belief that he would bury him without telling the king.
-Are you going to tell Obama everything and block my path to reversal, Ambassador?
Goseung gently closed his eyes and then opened them.
-If that’s the case, you wouldn’t have come to Daegun first in the first place.
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-It is because reporting the great army’s unlucky concerns to the supreme court of this country would rather harm the royal family of this country.
After not hearing anything about him for over ten years, he realized his decision and appeared first to persuade him.
If she wanted to tell the king, she would not have revealed herself in the first place.
– Ambassador, please help. Please stay by my side and help me with the same mind that I devoted Buddhist practice to the Buddha for three days and three nights to save my young life.
– At the end of the road that Daegun wants to walk, there will be no future he really wants.
-line.
-But for the time being, I’ll be by your side.
The high priest slowly rolled the rosary with his eyes closed and chanted calmly.
– In order not to distort the right flow of this land, I would like to speak bitterly next to the army.
– Ambassador, thank you very much.
The high priest decided to stay by Daegun’s side to stop the rebellion.
However, the prince was delighted that the high monk he had sought for so long stayed by his side.
– Ambassador, I haven’t been able to find a single pine tree growing in a clear water source ever since. Except for that young pine that grew on the king’s altar.
The pine buddha cannot defeat the occult, but it can suppress it.
It is to be able to pick up a little bit of the time of life that is being shaved off.
– You’ve been looking in the wrong places. Please visit the place I told you about the first time.
Daegun, dubious, returned to the place where he first cut down the pine tree after ten years.
Surprisingly, a pine tree grew again on the stump that had been cut down.
– Although the miraculousness within it is lacking, it will prevent the suffering of a large army for a few years.
-As expected, the ambassador came to visit me, so everything seems to be going as it should. ha ha ha!
The newly grown tree was very small.
It was only as thick as a child’s forearm.
When I lit a fire ball on the small Buddha statue, the pain disappeared from that day, like a lie.
The rotten wound, which had spread unsightly, began to heal visibly.
The high priest stayed at Daegun’s house, rolled rosary beads and chanted Buddhist scriptures for Daegun every day.
Daegun made the excuse of looking for a high priest and traveled all over the country, looking for things that could serve as a base.
On the other hand, he did not forget the smoke screen operation to allay his father’s doubts by showing his dissolute life to the outside world.
Daegun’s wife, who did not know the circumstances of such a great army, often sighed and cried because of her husband, who was difficult to see.
Then one day, a Han shaman secretly visited Daegun.
– Grand Admiral, I can’t be sure, but I don’t know if I can stop the royal family’s secret technique without committing a treachery.
– Hanga, what is it?
The large army was enveloped in the feeling that its heart sank.
It’s something I should be happy about, but strangely, I’m not excited.
‘Is it because you don’t have to be king? not. What I want to do in reverse…’
-The ambassador’s legal power was so high that I was far from my ears. It was hard for me to even dare to look directly at the lines.
-therefore?
-Take the ambassador’s life and take the ashes from the burning of his body.
-How confident are you?
– It comes in about five pennies.
At the possibility of success, which was less than half of the half, the large army felt a sense of calm and a profound feeling.
However, he did not show his expression and scolded him lightly.
-A long time ago, and even now, he is the one who works hard for my life. Don’t let that blasphemous sound come out of your mouth again.
-I’m sorry for causing you concern.
The Han clan shaman was sent out, and the king fell into contemplation.
The Grand Army knew exactly what the remnants of emotion occupied in the awkward corner of relief.
-You must become a king. Only then can I live…
Are you trying to become a king in order to live, or are you using the desire to live in order to become a king as a justification?
The feeling of not being able to sacrifice the high priest came from the whisper of ambition that he could not give up the throne.
– In order to live forever, I will go against the will of Obama, drive out my older brother, and occupy the throne…
It’s not because I covet power.
Daegun was so self-deprecating.
***
The drama was quietly climbing the tower, constantly updating its highest ratings by 1% or 2%.
Jeong Seo-hoon showed solid and stable acting, but it was difficult to find a response that praised his acting ability.
It was only mentioned frequently in the non-rap community, but there was no praise for acting skills from the outside.
Even now, on the filming set, Jung Seo-hoon’s acting skills were rarely praised.
“Because it has become so natural now. You don’t even have to give a new compliment, something like that. Is Jung Seo-hoon good at acting? It hurts to talk, it’s very natural.”
These days, Kim Sang-hee seemed to be in a good mood the whole time.
Everyone on the production team knew why.
“Above all, something much more fun than our current drama is happening every week. To be honest, in front of the real script written by KBC, I lifted both hands. These days, watching your drama is much more fun than watching my own drama?”
“It seems like you’re really happy that it’s even more interesting than the drama written by the author.”
When Jeong Seo-hoon chuckled and accepted it, Kim Sang-hee became more excited and started talking.
“Last Tuesday, the show ended with a high of 9.7%. Do you know how much it recorded yesterday?”
“How much did you log?”
“Don’t be surprised. 8.1% Yes, 8.1%! No, how can 1.6% be blown away in one episode? I was so excited about how far today’s viewership ratings would fall, so I couldn’t sleep well last night.”
“Aren’t you sleeping well these days? Still, you should get a good night’s sleep.”
“It should be, but checking Taejong’s original viewer ratings and viewers’ reactions is so fun that I only watch that side every day. Ah, I should be writing more of my own at that time.”
It’s more fun to see your competitors fail than to succeed yourself.
It’s not even a good-intentioned competition, but isn’t it a KBC competition that started with power and grudge?
“Seohun, see Taejong’s circle today. PD-nim and Lee Seo-hyun will also be called.”
“All right.”
That evening, filming ended early and the four of them gathered at Kim Sang-hee’s bar.
Jang Seung-won pointed out the lack of directing throughout the airing, Lee Seo-hyun spared his words but showed a heart of accusation with his expression, and Kim Sang-hee was busy relaying real-time viewers’ reactions in front of three people while holding his phone.
The highest viewer rating never exceeded the real-time tally of 5.6% in the first 15 minutes.
“Wow. Yesterday was 8.1, today is 5.6? How far are you going to fall?”
“It’s more scary than my stock that I sold in the past. This isn’t a falling blade, it’s a bomb.”
“It will definitely come out below 4% next week. Isn’t episode 20 really ending early?”
“I think it was wrong to call it episode 20. It seems like it’s a complete script shoot right now, but it might be better to just hit the early end next week.”
The PD and the writer were very excited, exchanging comments such as “You are my credit” and “It is my virtue” and were friendly.
“I’ll call my wife in a minute and come back.”
“I also contacted the manager. I’ll be back soon.”
After Jang Seung-won and Lee Seo-hyun were away, Kim Sang-hee, a man alone, asked without a smile.
“By the way, are you holding on to your emotions well these days? Episode 32, Scene Number 42. There is a scene where Seo Hoon said it would be the most difficult.”
“It is a bit difficult.”
“why? I’ll just have to do what I’m doing in Illy Girl. It’s a scene that I’ve already played to my heart’s content. killing people.”
“… it’s subtly different. Other people will give it a passing grade, but I’m not sure how the PD or the writer will.”
“Is that tidy? It’s not, but if you just do it like you did at Illegal, it’ll be just fine.”
Kim Sang-hee tilted his head, and Jung Seo-hoon laughed bitterly inwardly.
***
“sister.”
“Yes, brother. Why are you so worried that you ask for help from this sister? Confess comfortably.”
“······Help me for a moment to catch my emotions.”
“See this? why are you so meek? Are you all anxious for nothing?”
“It’s not good to try to imagine with your eyes closed. Please help my sister.”
“okay. What can I do?”
“Lie down here in bed and pretend to be asleep. It doesn’t really grow.”
Jeong Su-ryun tilted her head, but as she was told, she climbed onto the bed and stretched out her feet.
“Two hands interlaced and placed lightly on the stomach.”
“I get it.”
Jeong Seo-hoon gets up from his chair and comes close to the head, looking down quietly.
The slightly moist eyes contained all sorts of complex emotions.
In the deep pupils, unable to guess what she was thinking, Jeong Su-ryun had a wild idea.
‘Does the look of your eyes look good now? If you take a picture of this and sell it as goods, you will make money…’
Jeong Seo-hoon didn’t say anything and just looked down.
The vibrations that started in my shoulders flowed down to my fingertips, leaving a slight trembling.
The indescribable pathetic feeling was conveyed more vividly through the thick silence.
‘But what scene is it? Seeing something in the world alone, is it a scene where you catch your emotions while looking down at the sleeping king’s wife?’
Jeong Seo-hoon held his emotions for a long time, and Jeong Su-ryun, who was sick with moths, asked quietly.
“Hey, but what kind of scene is it that you are so serious about the world and stare deeply?”
“You wouldn’t have felt it?”
“Yeah. When you look at me with that kind of look, it’s normal for you to grow goosebumps because you’re naturally grouchy, but why do you feel comfortable and pleasant instead?”
Fans and actresses who are dying would go black if they looked at me with those eyes. It is normal for siblings to develop hives on the cornea.
However, it feels comfortable as if you are wearing clothes tailored to your body. Something is strange.
“I told you to lie down, and seeing you standing there, is it a scene where you look at the dying, worried wife in pain?”
“No, I was holding onto my emotions to die sooner rather than later.”
“what? Wasn’t it the scene where she cursed while looking down at the Crown Prince instead of the wife of the Grand Prince?”
“Similar. you said I wouldn’t have felt it.”
“f*ck. Somehow, your gaze was as refreshing as the wind from an air conditioner. I’m glad. I thought I was crazy for a moment, but it was normal.”
Soo-ryun grumbled and closed her eyes tightly before asking quietly.
“Is this more helpful?”
“I think it’s a little better than image training alone.”
“Should I not forget to calculate my contribution now when dividing the inheritance later?”
My heart tickles.
It is not clear as if it could be caught, so the frustrating mind keeps piling up.
‘I did so many murders that I can’t remember. If it was blood, it was enough to fill both hands. But······.’
Jeong Seo-hoon imagined the other actor he had to kill from his sister’s face pretending to be asleep.
However, the emotions you try to add keep losing their coherence and being released.
‘Out of so many murder experiences, there has never been a murder like this one.’
Emotions on the battlefield are simple.
Hatred, vengeance, and all sorts of other negative emotions justify the murder.
Such an experience was perfect for playing pleasure killer Lee Jin-wook and material greedy leader Kim Chan.
However, there was no experience of brutally killing a good, kind, and pitiful life because of the desire for success.
That was the lack he had right now, and the feeling that he felt inadequate.
When discussing this matter, neither Kim Sang-hee nor Jang Seung-won would say it without thinking.
‘I think I’ll just have to do what I used to do, right?’
‘Since it’s the final episode, there’s still plenty of time. In the meantime, study your emotions slowly.’
Jeong Seo-hoon could not be as relaxed as they were.
To capture the emotion of this scene, I shot and played the video dozens of times by myself.
However, I keep seeing the insufficient 1% blank that is not filled every time.
Jeong Seo-hoon slowly squeezed his sister’s neck.
I imagined injecting strength into the ligaments, bones, and muscles that formed the fingers.
But at this moment, I can’t get a picture of what emotions I should put on my face.
‘This is a murder I’ve never done, so even with the power of the lens, I can’t express it satisfactorily, if that’s the case…’
If only I could go back to that world.
Jeong Seo-hoon, who suddenly had such an imagination, was surprised to himself and quickly retrieved his hand.
“Brother. I feel moved when I think of the old days, when you first hit me with an arm bar. Are you done now?”
“Oh, wake up. It’s not working out. I guess it’s because the teaching aids aren’t great.”
To have the desire to go back to the place where Rashid’s life exists, the world where he struggled with his precious comrades, just because he needs the feeling of slaughter.
Jeong Seo-hoon harbored a slight dislike for himself and forcibly brushed it off.