The ancient costumes here are not much different from the costumes of the Xuan Realm, and Ancha is also very easy to wear.

When looking at the mirror, Ancha couldn't help but feel slightly.

The young man in the mirror is dressed in a white brocade robe, his back is straight, a few ink bamboos are embroidered at the corners of his clothes, his black hair is scattered over his shoulders like a waterfall, his delicate eyebrows and eyes are slightly curved, his black eyes are clear, the corners of his eyes are outlined with a gentle smile, and his son is as warm as jade

An Cha flicked her sleeves, the white robe was very suitable for her, except for the hook jade hanging around her waist, there was no cumbersome design, and the fabric was comfortable to wear.

Lin An nodded with satisfaction when he saw An Cha come out, and began to pull her to shoot in the afternoon.

Except for lunch time, the crew didn't stop for several days, filming the scenes she had left behind before, trying to catch up with the progress of the rest of the crew.

Ancha's state is also maintained very well, as a newcomer, eight out of ten can be passed at one time, and Lin An is very satisfied.

Time flies imperceptibly.

In the past few days, Ancha has slowly become accustomed to nibbling on the crew's box lunch, and has been lying softly on the recliner in her spare time, feeling a little unrefreshed.

And Xu Wu spent most of his time on the set memorizing lines.

An Cha looked at Xu Wu reluctantly reading the lines, and then looked at the agent behind him with a serious face.

Ancha suddenly felt that she was the truth.

However, it is precisely because of Xu Wu's chatter that the relationship between Ancha and Xu Wu is also developing towards a friendly aspect.

In fact, it's because the only people she has seen these days besides the staff are Xu Wu.

The scene of the national teacher's scene is either sealed with the emperor in the imperial study, or in the national teacher's mansion to transmit messages with pigeons, or he will give tasks to his subordinates.

Otherwise, it's a play with extras.

Not to mention pigeons, a masked subordinate doesn't need those acting schools or actors to make cameos.

On the contrary, Xu Wu was the busiest one, constantly running back and forth between Lin An's side and the director of Group B.

And Ancha doesn't have to run, and Xu Wu is the only one of his peers who can speak.

……

""The Dragon's Singing Scene 14 Act 3, Three, Two, One, Action!"

The palace is majestic and gorgeous, the ground is paved with white jade, embedded with gold beads, the red door is half-hidden, the antique style makes people feel heavy involuntarily.

There was a plate of endgames on the table, and the national teacher was sitting upright, dressed in white like snow.

Three thousand green silk were slightly tied, the jade belt was wrapped around the waist, outlining a slender figure, the sword eyebrows were in the sideburns, and the thin lips were slightly pursed.

There is a transcendent calm in his expression, and his bottomless eyes make it impossible to see any emotion.

The emperor was dressed in a turbid dragon robe, with long eyebrows slightly raised, black pupils like ink, and a handsome face with innate majesty.

The whole person exudes the aura of a king who is mighty in the world.

The slender fingers of the national teacher tapped gently and rhythmically on the tabletop, echoing in the empty hall.

Neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was a little depressed, and after a while, Feng Xun rubbed his sleepy eyebrows and spoke: "The chess pieces are messed up, no matter how you go, you are an outcast." ”

The national teacher's expression was indifferent: "What if it's messy, it depends on how the person holding the son goes." ”

As he spoke, the national teacher fell, and in an instant, the entire chess game brightened up, no longer chaotic as before.

Then, gracefully getting up, sweeping the hem of his clothes, and slowly pacing away.

Feng Xun thought about the words of the national teacher seriously, and seemed to understand something, but when he turned his head, he only saw the cold and arrogant back of the national teacher gradually moving away.

"Card, it's over" Lin An looked at the monitor and nodded.