Lu Yinbing: "Send a message to remind her. If she laughs again, she will be photographed as a psychopath."
Just as Xiaoxi was about to send it, Lu Yinbing said, "Don't send it."
Xiaoxi pointed at the phone screen and said in a daze: "… should I send it… or not?"
Lu Yinbing said firmly: "No."
She was a psychopath to begin with, and it was just right that she was photographed. What did it have to do with her? She was not the Pacific Police, and her hands were so wide, so why should she be controlled? Lu Yinbing changed her sitting position, lying on her side, with her back facing Xia Yitong.
"Two minutes later, if the artist named Xia is still laughing, send her a WeChat message to remind her."
Xiaoxi: “Ah?”
"Ah what?"
"Okay, got it." Xiaoxi agreed. For a moment, she really wanted to walk over and see with her own eyes whether Lu Yinbing's face was swollen from what she had hit.
Xia Yitong took Fang Hui's words to heart and stopped looking at her so unscrupulously. She just turned her eyes away from the phone from time to time and pretended to look around, thinking that she had not done anything excessive.
The result of the discussion between the coordinator and Qin Hanlin was: one of the remaining two scenes would be moved to tomorrow night, and the assassin scene would not be filmed first, so only one and a half literary scenes would be filmed. The reason why it was called half literary scene was because she herself was in the literary scene, and the other person had the martial arts scene.
The magnificent interior of the East Palace study, with incense smoke from the Boshan stove curling up. With a click, the stage manager hits the board. The camera moves over to see Lu Yinbing with her long hair loose, wearing a looser robe with a belt tied around her waist, which is so tight that it can't be held with one hand. A small piece of white and delicate skin is exposed on her chest. Her collarbone moves slightly with her breathing, and the concave part in the middle rises and falls with it. Her neck is slender and her face is white. The key parts that are deliberately covered make her temperament more androgynous. Her wrist bones are slender and white, like a colorless butterfly resting on them. Even the movement of her raising the red pen to review the memorials has a faint fragrance.
The constructed studio set was ignored, and only that piece of world remained in his eyes.
Without even showing her full face, many people present couldn't help swallowing. It had nothing to do with lust, but was just an instinctive yearning for beauty.
Xia Yitong stared at the stunning beauty sitting behind the desk, breathing rapidly, and looked around with hostility. He wished he could pounce on her immediately and hug her tightly in his arms to block the covetous gazes of everyone present!
Qin Hanlin was sitting in front of the monitor. When he saw the picture, he jumped up with excitement. There was no need to add filters or post-production. This feeling was just like those stunning actresses who came out of Hong Kong movies in the 1990s! I was not amazed to this extent when I worked with her last time. Only four years later, her acting skills have quietly improved to such a level.
If anyone says that acting in such a play only requires a beautiful face and no acting skills, Qin Hanlin will be the first to knock the clapperboard on that person's head. Lu Yinbing's sitting posture is very particular. Her back is actually very straight and her posture is also very upright, which reflects the good upbringing of the royal family. But through some of her small adjustments of body parts, such as her wrists, shoulders, and the angle of her head, you can see that she is a little idle at first glance. This is the feeling Qin Hanlin wants. He doesn't like beauties who are too serious. They are either beautiful and seductive, or beautiful and unrestrained, or beautiful like ghosts, or beautiful and evil. Each has its own beauty. Especially in the early stage, Jing Xiu is serious and handsome, occasionally shy and timid. If the middle and late stages are the same, it will be unchallenging for both him and Lu Yinbing.
When Qin Hanlin was talking about the play, he said, "You are a prince of an orthodox family. You can't be as beautiful as a fairy, but you can't not look like a fairy. What I mean is that you have to be like a peerless fairy and attract the audience in front of the big screen, but you can't be superficial. You can act any way you want, what I want is the feeling. Any problem?"
Lu Yinbing thought for a moment and said, "No problem."
Even though Qin Hanlin trusted her acting skills when he first selected her, he felt that he was too harsh after saying this, but he didn't expect Lu Yinbing to really act like this! If this shot could be acted like this, then the reclining couch, the beauty's mercy, and the bed... Qin Hanlin touched the corner of his mouth to make sure that he didn't drool, rolled his throat, calmed down, and continued to focus on the monitor.
The lights and shadows intertwined, the candle in the lampshade flickered suddenly, and there seemed to be a slight noise coming from the glazed tiles above the head.
Lu Yinbing kept writing.
Qin Hanlin: "Cut, passed."
The martial arts instructor, dressed in black, was running fast on the eaves. He leaped, hung his hands on the beam, and with his feet hanging in the air, he swung in from the open window on the side of the East Palace study. He rolled forward and landed on the ground, kneeling in front of Lu Yinbing, gracefully and neatly.
Qin Hanlin: "xx is ready to go."
xx is the supporting role in this scene, and xx is now hanging on the wire. The camera gave a long shot, walking on the eaves, close-up of the eyes, and the action of hanging on the beam in the back took another half an hour. Fortunately, the martial arts director had taught it many times during the day, otherwise I don’t know how long it would take.
"Action!"
Half an hour later, the supporting actor went through a series of actions and knelt down in front of Lu Yinbing neatly.
Lu Yinbing didn't raise his eyes.
The supporting character knelt on one knee, like a dark ghost, and whispered, "Your Highness."
Lu Yinbing raised the paper he had just written in his hand, and it floated down in front of the supporting actor. The supporting actor stepped forward and picked it up. The scene was frozen on the paper, and the wet ink on the paper read: "Zuo Sichan, executed."
The word "诛" was circled with a blood-red cinnabar pen, which was shocking and represented the punishment of nine generations of the clan without leaving any room for mercy.
The supporting actors left, and the camera turned to Lu Yinbing's face. The candlelight reflected the silence. She didn't have a single line from beginning to end, and there wasn't even a trace of obvious facial expression. Her indifferent eyes showed that she was a high-ranking person who regarded human life as worthless. She was completely indifferent to the massacre that implicated the entire clan. The most cruel king is the one who turns a blind eye.
But is this really the case
The machine turned to the desk. Except for the note that said "execute", the rest were scattered around, including "spare", "exile", "demotion", and "don't harm the clan members". No other note that implicated anyone was found. Lu Yinbing held the note in one hand and opened the lampshade. The flames licked up and turned the lamp into ashes.
After all, she is still that tender-hearted young woman, the Sixth Prince whose heart is always devoted to the bright moon. However, the current situation no longer allows her to keep her hands clean.
Qin Hanlin pursed his lips and said, "Cut, passed."
It's already past twelve o'clock, almost one in the morning.
Everyone held their breath, fearing that Qin Hanlin would say, "Very good, let's do another one." That would be life-threatening. The air was quiet, with only the murmurs of discussion and everyone's unspoken anxiety. Until Qin Hanlin finished watching the replay, he waved his hand and said, "Call it a day!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, some took off their costumes, and the staff quickly put away the machines and props. The palace that was full just now was emptied in less than ten minutes.
A group of people went out to eat spicy crayfish. Midsummer is the season for eating crayfish, and it is so refreshing with a cold beer. Qin Hanlin invited everyone to go.
But there were two people who didn't go, Lu Yinbing and Xia Yitong. Qin Hanlin could understand Lu Yinbing not going, as she couldn't eat, but he couldn't understand Xia Yitong not going.
"Director Qin, I only had a few scenes this afternoon. I'm sorry to go. I'm really sorry."
"Look at that xx, he's got even fewer screen time than you, what are you afraid of? Are you shy?"
Xia Yitong climbed up the slope: "Yes, I am shy."
Qin Hanlin: “…”
"The less you interact with others, the more shy you'll be. Go ahead." He still wanted to drag Xia Yitong with him. After all, Xia Yitong was his protagonist. In his heart, she was like his own daughter, and he wanted to take her with him wherever he went.
Xia Yitong suddenly had an idea and said in embarrassment, "Aren't we going to shoot the first encounter scene tomorrow? Teacher Lu wants to act opposite me tonight."
I'm sorry, Lu, for dragging you into this trap.
I thought Qin Hanlin would let her go as soon as he heard about the scene, but Qin Hanlin was so stubborn that no matter what he said, Xia Yitong almost knelt down in front of him and cried, "Please, just let me go."
Lu Yinbing's costume was taken away by the props, and Xiaoxi wrung out a wet towel and was wiping his shoulders and back. Xia Yitong glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw that he was almost done and it looked like he was going to leave soon. She was so anxious that she was going to go crazy.
While she was observing Lu Yinbing, Lu Yinbing was also quietly watching her movements.
"What is a certain artist named Xia doing?"
Xiaoxi took a look first and answered very naturally: "I'm chatting with Director Qin."
It can be said that he has great potential to be an entertainment reporter.
Lu Yinbing: "... In broad daylight, in the open air, a man and a woman alone are not allowed to be together. How can this be allowed?"
Xiaoxi looked at the pitch-black sky above her head and decided that she was blind from now on.
"What is a certain artist named Xia doing now?"
"He looked very excited, as if he had a great power within him that was about to explode."
"… Let's go and leave her alone."
Lu Yinbing brought Xiaoxi and walked straight past her. Xia Yitong was really going crazy. She had never thought that Qin Hanlin was so fussy.
Lu Yinbing had just taken a few steps when he heard a dull thud behind him, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.
Qin Hanlin jumped back a step, his face full of panic: "Ah, what happened?"
Fang Hui squatted down, embraced Xia Yitong's upper body, and pressed her hands on her Ren Zhong acupoint: "I'm sorry, Director Qin, Teacher Xia has a little hypoglycemia. I think she needs to go back and have a good rest."
Qin Hanlin: "Oh, you scared me. Are you okay?"
Fang Hui: "Just take a break."
Xia Yitong woke up slowly and looked weakly in the direction of Lu Yinbing.
Lu Yinbing suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart and wanted to run, but China's 5,000 years of traditional virtues stopped her.
"In that case," Qin Hanlin looked at Lu Yinbing, who was only a few steps away, and said, "Yinbing, take Xiaoxia back to the hotel. It's on your way."
Lu Yinbing: “…”
Let’s go to hell with traditional virtues!