"Ji Yu, are you ready? Also, Qi Yuanren, your role as the guard is not the focus right now. Please lean over to the right and don't steal the scene!"
"Jiang Shuqi, what's the matter with your skirt? With such a long skirt, why are you afraid that others won't be able to step on it? Props! Where is the prop team! Come and tidy up her skirt!"
"Dim the lights a little lower! The band is ready!"
The entire set was filled with Director Zhang's roar. This was not only the first scene for the crew of "The Emperor", but also the first acting performance showdown between Xi Tongsu and Lan Shuer, not to mention the scene opposite the male lead Ji Yu. , no one wanted to miss this opportunity, and the crew came nearby to watch.
Director Zhang did not expel them, but was strict that everyone must keep quiet and must not delay their own work, let alone disturb the filming.
Xi Tongsu was sitting in the dressing room putting on makeup, and couldn't help but praise her in her heart.
Apart from anything else, Director Zhang's professional qualities are excellent. He may be straightforward or tactful outside the crew, but inside the crew, as the director who leads the entire crew, he is careful in everything and does not allow others to be careless. .
Soon, Lan Shuer and Ji Yu changed their costumes and makeup and appeared on the stage.
Ji Yu's long hair was messy, and he was only wearing a light middle coat. The clothes were disheveled, exposing a large area of his chest, and he was leaning on the soft couch with a gloomy face.
He played the protagonist in "The Emperor", the deposed emperor who struggled to restore his country.
But at this point in the plot, he had just been forced to take the throne by the villain, lost his country, and was even named King of Shun'an. Under such a shame and humiliation, the deposed emperor was in agony, decadent and indulgent, indulging in wine, sex, and pleasure every day. Have fun.
Lan Shuer was wearing a revealing dancer's costume with a voluptuous figure. She walked forward with a swaying step.
She plays "Ji Qingwan", one of the stepsisters of the villain Xiao Lingchen.
Ji Qingwan's life was completely different from that of Ji Baishu who entered the palace as a queen.
When Ji Qingwan was young, she had a grudge against the villain. After the villain came to power, she naturally couldn't please him. She was soon kicked out of the Xiao Mansion and became a dancing girl. She even entered the waste emperor's mansion and became the waste emperor's plaything.
"Your Majesty." The scantily clad dancer bowed slightly, her eyes were as charming as silk, and her voice was as sweet and sticky as soaked in honey, alluring, "Look, who is better, me or my empress?"
The deposed emperor curled his lips gloomily, stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, picked up the wine glass with his fingers, and brought it to her mouth ambiguously.
"Who...who is better? Hey, her? How can she compare with you? You are my favorite...that bitch, sooner or later I want her to look good!"
The tone was cold, contemptuous, and full of self-deprecation, clearly expressing the unwillingness and resentment of a down-and-out emperor.
What a great performance!
Everyone was amazed in their hearts, thinking that the filming hadn't even started yet, how could Ji Yu and Lan Shu'er get into the role so quickly? Ji Yu is the actor, so it is normal for him to perform like this. As a newcomer, Lan Shuer can also keep up with Ji Yu's pace, which should not be underestimated.
Even if she didn't have Ji Yu's help, if she were to work in the entertainment industry on her own, after a few years of hard work, she would probably be able to achieve quite a lot.
Lan Shuer huddled in Ji Yu's arms, looked at each other tacitly, and sneered lowly.
Others thought they were entering the scene in advance and rehearsing the plot. Only they knew that these were just acting in their true colors!
And what they said is entirely true.
After a while, the dressing room door moved again, and Xi Tongsu was also ready!
On the set, hundreds of pairs of eyes turned in unison, staring at the half-open door.