Chapter 107: Cultivation is a disparity performance

Unexpectedly, He Nanjin did not show any dissatisfaction because of the long waiting time, on the other hand, Gong Xiaoling, the impatience on her face could not be hidden at all.

Ye Yiyi understands the plot a little, He Nanjin plays the king who conquers the battlefield and expands the territory, and Gong Xiaoling plays one of his unfavored concubines.

This scene is about After putting He Nanjin in a dangerous situation because of Gong Xiaoling's greed, He Nanjin confronted her face-to-face.

Gong Xiaoling doesn't have many lines, and most of the difficult ancient lines are all in He Nanjin.

But Gong Xiaoling's performance is not in place, either the lines are stuck, or the expression is stiff and the position is wrong.

Not to mention the several directors on the scene, even Ye Yiyi shook his head.

With this acting skills and attitude, can you still act in a movie?

She now doubts where Gong Xiaoling's eighth-level cultivation came from, whether she used some secret methods and the like, according to her, Gong Xiaoling's acting skills can't even pass the graduation assessment of Ye Academy.

This is the first time Ye Yiyi has watched He Nanjin act.

Once he enters the role, the interpretation is done in one go, no matter the lines, expressions, or actions, there is a meaning, and she sees the appearance of a real king through him.

She couldn't tell how she felt, but she was shocked.

At the same time, the long-hidden addiction to racing in her body began to stir, and it seemed to be the feeling of meeting an opponent in chess.

But no matter how good He Nanjin's performance is, there is no choice but to be a pig teammate opposite, not to mention being able to catch the actor's play, even if he can't do a complete interpretation of a single machine.

If their acting skills are compared to martial arts, then He Nanjin's martial arts have already reached the peak and are superb, while Gong Xiaoling is still at the beginning of the entry.

How can it be wonderful for these two opponents to make a move?

Gong Xiaoling played very poorly in this scene, in fact, there is another reason.

That is, when two people with too many different acting skills perform together, the weak side will be completely suppressed by the strong side in terms of cultivation, so that they cannot play.

This is a risk that these traffic must take when playing with old drama bones and powerful parties, unless they can maintain the traffic while constantly improving their acting skills, even if they take the road of film and television, it will not be too long.

After NG twelve times, He Nanjin motioned for the director to pause for a while.

He has a jade face and eyebrows, his eyes are like ink, both his appearance and bearing are highly consistent with the role, and his interpretation is even more impeccable.

It's just that the expression is a little scary.

Ye Miaoyi felt thirsty just now, so she opened the thermos cup and drank a few sips of the soup she had carefully boiled.

This soup is boiled when she cooks seafood porridge in the morning, and the ingredients are very particular, all of which are seasonal fruits and vegetables, which are cool in the mouth, detoxify and defeat fire, and can also play a certain role in repairing wounds.

Such a good soup, since He Nanjin doesn't drink it, it is better for her to eliminate it herself, and the fat water will not flow into the fields of outsiders.

It wasn't until she saw He Nanjin coming over out of the corner of her eye that she put down the thermos cup and greeted it with a small electric fan, making a picture of the courtesy that a maid should have.

The temperature in early summer is already a little high, He Nanjin is wearing a pure black brocade robe, wide sleeves and broad belts, the corners of the robe are swaying to the ground, and the noble and graceful bearing is there, but it is somewhat stuffy.

He Nanjin walked to the small table, picked up the thermos cup she had placed and drank it.

Ye Miao watched blankly from the side, and couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

By the time He Nanjin put down the thermos cup, the soup had bottomed out.