"It turns out that this question started from this place, why didn't I think of it?" Wang Minzhi stared at the answer for a long time, and finally spoke, while raising his hand and tapping the corner of his forehead.

The palace maid was so frightened that her soul was gone, and she rushed over and held her hand without screaming to fall: "Hey, Niangniang, good Niangniang, Niangniang, you are the ancestor of the slave." Slave beg, sit still, this makeup is only half on. ”

This handover is similar to the drama, and the persuasion is so eloquent that the people in this palace are different from the outside.

Wang Minzhi was also obedient, sitting back with the page in his hand, burying his head in contemplation, completely ignoring the resentful eyes of the lady above.

This lady also has a head and a face, and I don't know how many noble ladies she has overdone in her life, like the crown princess, it's really the first time I've seen her.

I have seen it for a long time.

Seeing this, the people in the palace "swished" like they didn't want money, and almost didn't pierce Chen Ying into a sieve eye.

The crown princess is addicted to doing questions, and she even solves problems on the day of her wedding, isn't the root cause in this "detective girl"?

If there is a mistake in this, one of them will be counted as one, and there will be no good fruit to eat!

Chen Ying's face was indifferent, and Wang Minzhi didn't smell any foreign objects, so in the sight of the palace people, she actually took out a piece of question paper from her sleeve, locked her eyebrows and stared at her, thinking hard, it seems that she can still do two more questions with this combing of her hair.

"Niangniang, don't be too tired today, so as not to be tired for a while." The palace maid didn't dare to speak out, so she could only persuade around the corner.

Wang Minzhi glanced up at her, and a light smile crossed her beautiful face: "What my aunt said is that only this palace can't calm down in her heart, and she has to solve two questions to suppress her shock." ”

At this moment, Mo said that it was the palace person, but the lady above, who also rolled her eyes at Chen Ying.

Listen, what is this called? Shocked?

Is there such a way to suppress fright in this world?

At this moment, even if Chen Ying didn't change his face even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, he really couldn't sit still, so he bowed: "The courtiers retreat." ”

Wang Minzhi was completely immersed in the fun of doing the question, her ears didn't hear anything outside the window, and she only said "um" when she heard the words, and the palace maid in charge chanted the Buddha in her stomach, with a smile on her face, and said with the corners of her mouth: "Miss Chen, go slowly." ”

Chen Ying gave a salute and left.

At that moment, the half of her heart that she had always carried finally fell to the bottom.

Just look at Wang Minzhi's fanaticism, the first shot of the Royal Drama Club can be regarded as a start.

As she expected, the excitement of the prince's wedding lasted only a few days, and the first performance of "No One Left Alive" became the hottest topic in the entire capital.

On the first day of March in the seventeenth year of Da Chu, Shen Zheng had not arrived, the weather was neither cold nor hot, the east wind seemed to be cool and warm, and it was a good spring.

Outside the imperial city "Tianyin Pavilion", a vein of clear water is like a jade hook, the two-storey stage is tied in the meantime, along the river the royal willow obliquely, the poplar flowers are fine, a few trees of old apricots bloom on the waterside, the trees are full of powder and snow piled up, and the falling Ying pulls the floating waves, and flows with the water to the east.

The first internal audition of "No One Survives" is today, at this time, here.

In the corner of the backstage, Xiao Zhen, who was wearing a slightly loose lake blue tuft, painted a heavy nose shadow, and braided blond hair, quietly lifted the corner of the dark green thick velvet curtain and looked down the stage.

There are not many people who come, and they are probably some unpopular royal relatives, and Rao is like this, these people's dresses and attitudes also make her eyes wide.

Although she is a maid in Bofu, Xiao Zhen has never seen much of the world. When the Bofu feasted guests, the "people in the house" like her were not willing to leave the hospital, so they could only stay honestly. This is also the rule of large families, for fear that they will be restless and cause trouble.

At this moment, looking at the few nobles in the audience, Xiao Zhen felt like a little person beating a drum, "pounding" non-stop.

"Are you nervous, Xiao Zhen?" Suddenly, there was a voice behind him, a voice as clean as water, as if it could go around people's hearts.

Xiao Zhen hurriedly turned around, because he was wearing a costume, he subconsciously entered the play, lifted the hem of his skirt and made a European-style curtsy, and said, "Chen ...... Hello President. ”

The person who came was Chen Ying.

She smiled and replied, "You're good", and looked at Xiao Zhen scrutinically, from makeup to clothing, to hairstyle and accessories, and looked at them one by one, and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, Liniang, they are also very skilled now, this makeup is very beautiful." ”

Li Niang is also a trick, because she is good at makeup, Chen Ying trained her and two other older tricks who have little acting talent as makeup artists, and after a period of time, the effect is remarkable.

Xiao Zhen smiled, touched his face lightly, and seemed to be a little unconvinced: "Slave...... Am I really okay like this? ”

"Why not?" Chen Ying looked at her in surprise, as if she was deeply puzzled by her question: "You look beautiful, your acting skills are excellent, you can memorize your lines after memorizing them twice, and your facial expressions are also in place." I think the role of Elizabeth belongs to you. ”

Xiao Zhen plays the role of the female teacher Elizabeth, who is very competent in terms of appearance and acting skills.

In fact, there are quite a few talented performers in this group of tricks, because they have received a certain amount of training in music and dance when they first started this humble profession. In addition, this profession itself also requires a certain amount of acting skills, acting on the spot, forcing laughter, and holding back tears, which one is not acted?

Therefore, Chen Ying only gave a little guidance, and they were able to act similarly, and there were a few outstanding talents, and pretending to be a man was also Xiao, which was really surprising.

After calming down the nervous Xiao Zhen, Chen Ying went to the backstage to inspect again, inspected every light and every prop, and finally came to a cubicle.

The cubicle was so small that it could only be turned around, and there were four children of eight or nine years old, dressed in small costumes, both male and female.

"Hello President Chen." As soon as they saw Chen Ying, the children immediately got up, and the crisp and tender children's voices were extremely clear.

Chen Ying bent her eyebrows and smiled, touched the hair of the little girl in front of her, and said softly: "The hour is coming, are you ready?" ”

"Ready." The children said in unison, their eyes shining as bright as starlight.

"Okay, it's up to you." Chen Ying said with a smile, beckoned them to the side of the stage, and heard the communication that "Your Majesty has arrived, and the queen has arrived".

Previously, at Chen Ying's strong request, the cast and crew did not have to salute in front of the stage, so everyone took over behind the curtain, and Chen Ying made a gesture.

On the rearranged Tianyin Pavilion, a large curtain suddenly rose, obscuring the light of the sky.

Then, there was an ethereal children's voice and sang an unfamiliar ballad:

Ten yellow mud villains, running for food, choked to death and couldn't save one, and only nine of the ten were left......

This is the most famous nursery rhyme in "No One Survives", and even set a precedent for a poetic murder foreshadowing.

In the midst of this strange and cold singing, the curtain slowly opened, and a beam of light hit the middle of the stage, and eight men and women dressed in 19th-century European costumes appeared under the lamp.

The first performance of "No One Survives" kicked off......