“Cut！”

Looking at Tao Feiyu's performance in the camera, Wen Qifeng's brows furrowed. Tao Feiyu is too weak, Zhou Ran is undoubtedly a very talented good seedling, but after all, she is still a newcomer, and she has not yet reached the level of being among the best in ten thousand, but compared with Tao Feiyu's scum, she has really thrown her more than ten streets.

As Tao Feiyu, who debuted earlier than Zhou Ran, was so bad that Zhou Ran's acting skills were not even scum, and she was not even as good as Song Yi and Yu Shang, two unprofessional crossover actors, the role of Wanrong was completely abolished.

And Tao Feiyu's unauthorized change of drama has become a foil for Zhou Ran, and under the suppression of Zhou Ran's acting skills, her performance is really unsatisfactory and not worth mentioning.

In this movie, there are more actors with outstanding acting skills, and Tao Feiyu's failure can only be said to be that she did not show the brilliance of the role of Wanrong, but this is not enough to ruin a film, so Wen Qifeng did not ask for a reshoot of this paragraph.

This cut made Tao Feiyu breathe a sigh of relief, hurriedly withdrew her gaze from Zhou Ran, turned around and walked out of the field, the cold sweat on her back was blown by the cold wind of winter, which made her tremble all over.

Seeing Tao Feiyu's messy footsteps and the same speed of escaping, Song Yifeng's eyes were lightly raised, she sneered, and walked to Zhou Ran's side, "She's afraid of you." ”

As soon as he approached, Zhou Ran smelled a smell of wine, and all the emotions in his eyes dissipated, he looked up at him and smiled, "I'm terrible?" ”

Song Yi was laughed, and looked at her seriously for a long time, the girl's facial features were exquisite, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, how could there be a trace of terrible, "It's not terrible." ”

This Zhou Ran is really smiling next time, of course it's not scary, because it's not really me. There are not many people in this world who can see through her impeccable skin to see through the bloody and rotten nature of her long-term hell, at least not he.

After a while, the shooting continued.

After a turbulent confrontation, Prince Zhao ambiguously arranged Prince Yu to live in the Zhao Palace, which was mainly the emotional scene between Prince Yu and Ying Zhaoli.

After the palace man led the two to an attic, they bowed and retreated.

Prince Yu hugged Ying Zhaoli after drinking himself, buried his head in her neck, and spoke in a low voice, revealing his affection, "Ah Li, do you have me in your heart?" ”

Should I freeze and feel the hot and humid breath in my neck, and my heart beats uncontrollably, is there? Probably yes. She couldn't tell whether he was the kendo she was pursuing, or the magic barrier she was blinded by love, she had a great way in her heart, and she should have been free from interference, but she made exceptions because of him again and again.

"The Buddha said: People have eight sufferings, birth suffering, old suffering, sickness, death, resentment, hatred, love, parting suffering, asking for suffering, the five aggregates are blazing with suffering......" Prince Yu whispered, tightening his arms, as if he wanted to embed her in his body, "Ah Li, I don't know if you are my love and parting suffering, or ...... The pain of asking for it but not being able to ......"

"Wei Yu ......" Ying Zhao opened his mouth dryly and called his name, Wei Yu, the prince of Yan Kingdom, she never thought that she would call his name.

She closed her eyes to hide the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, "Since you resent, hate, and hate suffering, love and parting from suffering, and can't ask for suffering, then why...... Isn't the aggregate empty? Let go of everything. ”

"No!" He turned her body, looked at her deeply, and said word by word, "If all the aggregates are empty...... Ah Li, you want my life, if you can't love you, it's better to cut off my life, you kill me, I can't empty these five aggregates! ”

His eyes were red, and he looked at her stubbornly, and he didn't dare to let go of the hand that held her shoulder, lest it would make her leave.

Ying Zhaoli raised his hand to stroke his eyebrows, and finally withdrew his hand, and sighed softly, "Wei Yu, you are drunk." ”

"Hehe......" The way she turned her head away from him pierced his heart, he let go of his hand, took two steps back, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Maybe...... It's me who is drunk, and all this is my vanity......"

"You go out first...... he said as he walked around her to the table, bowed his head and poured himself a cup of tea, without raising his head.

Ying Zhaoli, who was facing away from him, tilted his head slightly, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and then walked out with his feet raised.

Seeing her spill away, Prince Yu pinched the teacup and leaned it to his lips to take a sip, then put the cup on the table, and the warm liquid fell down his chin into the cup.

"Falling flowers deliberately chase flowing water...... he closed his eyes, covered his face with his hands, and his tone was three points drunk and seven points sad, "Flowing water is ruthless and loves falling flowers." ”

He is different from Zhou Ran, he knows this. He was moved by her, but he could clearly feel that Zhou Ran was ruthless to him, and he didn't dare to go further, he was unwilling to take a step back, for fear of scaring her, and for fear of not getting her, he couldn't love her, he couldn't ask for it, probably that's it. Song Yi thought, in fact, Prince Yu is much better than him, at least the people he loves have him in their hearts.