Song Ran was dressed in plain clothes, more beautiful and touching than Jiang Feng, more pitiful, wearing the bottom of a flower pot, with a pavilion of steps, as soon as he appeared on the stage, Director Li seemed to have taken a reassuring pill.

This girl, the typhoon is stable, don't worry.

However, the audience at the bottom had a small commotion, and those who came to the art troupe to watch the play, especially the first few rows, were all old audiences, and they were all used to seeing Jiang Feng, and suddenly changed the protagonist, how could they have no opinion.

There was a noise from below, 'Refund the ticket, refund the ticket, isn't this fooling people......

"That is, what we want to see is Jiang Feng, who is this girl?"

"The advertisement outside your art troupe is also Jiang Feng, but when you come in, you let us look at the girl who came out of nowhere, isn't this a lie?"

Yao Xifeng, who was sitting in the second row, suddenly lit up, this ...... Isn't this Song Ran? She performed on stage?

Director Li's heart was in her throat, she was not afraid of anything else, she was afraid that this girl's psychological quality was not good, and she would be affected by these people.

In the stands, obviously, Song Ran was not affected at all, he had already stepped on the stool, shook his hand, hung the three-foot white silk on the beam, and then looked at the audience head-on......

At this moment, two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from his eyes...... The music sounded, and the whole atmosphere was suddenly extremely sad, and the audience in the front row, who originally wanted to make trouble, suddenly quieted down......

Her sadness is too infectious, and her sad eyes can make people instantly feel the desolation and despair of the abandoned concubine in the cold palace.

Director Li clenched his fists tightly, his eyes kept staring at Song Ran, and then glanced at the audience from time to time, and shouted in his heart: Girl, you have to fight for me, you must fight for it, if today's debut is completed, you will be able to seamlessly hand over to Jiang Feng.

If you smash it...... It will be even more difficult to come out in the future.

Yao Xifeng was completely immersed in it, his eyes became more and more infatuated, except for Song Ran, no one in the world could impress him like this.

Song Ran knotted the white silk, and then choked up: "In the third year of Chengde, I entered the palace, and now in the sixteenth year of Chengde, I have not seen the saint for thirteen years. ”

After saying that, she hung Bai Aya around her neck, and then without hesitation, kicked off the stool at her feet......

Yao Xifeng suddenly stood up in fright, and was yelled at by the people behind him: "What are you doing when you block others from watching the show?"

He sat down quickly.

Director Li on the side of the stage was suddenly frightened: "What is this dead girl doing? The hanging is just for show, why is she really hanging?"

The army was nervous: "Do you want me to go up?"

Director Li waved his hand, and the little maid on the stage hurriedly rushed over, hugged her legs, and cried: "Niangniang, Niangniang......"

As she spoke, she struggled to lift her high, Song Ran pulled Bai Aya tightly, her hands were full of green tendons, she took a lot of effort to release herself from the circle, and then fell heavily to the ground with the little maid......

Seeing that it hurt, Dajun sighed next to Director Li: "Really crying, really hanging, really falling, this girl...... It's hard work......"

Director Li's eyes were full of appreciation, smiling, and did not speak, the person she fancied was obviously not bad.

Yao Xifeng in the audience suddenly got up, walked out slowly, and as soon as he went out, he dragged a staff member casually: "Where are there flower sellers?"

"There is a ...... in Hexagonal Alley where the art troupe goes out and turns right."