Wei Ziqian, who always thought he was cheerful and outgoing, never opened his mouth until Yan Fuguang left his mouth, and only replied with a stiff smile when Yan Fuguang greeted him.

When he walked away, he found that his palms were full of sweat, but fortunately, no one noticed his strange appearance.

When it was his turn to shoot again, he stood there with his eyes closed and took a deep breath several times before his stiff shoulders slowly relaxed.

Yan Fuguang returned to the dressing room, and the second set to change into was the crown dress he wore when he ascended the throne.

It was a rather intricate outfit, much more complicated than what she actually wore.

The color is very consistent, but the vermilion color made by modern weaving and dyeing technology is more vivid, and the color is like the red sun, as if there is a fire burning in front of you.

The trim at the sleeves is made of black silk thread showing the square auspicious cloud pattern, and the belt is also black, with a knee-covering painting hanging down in the middle of the belt, and imitation jade ribbons on both sides.

There are a total of five pieces from the inside to the outside, layered on top of each other, and then put on a handmade crown, and the whole body sinks at least 20 pounds.

"Wow!"

Zhang Yuanyuan was so excited that he called out directly.

As a modern person, she must have never seen a real emperor, but when Yan Fuguang walked out from behind the curtain, this simple and unpretentious room seemed to be instantly transformed into a majestic palace, and Her Majesty the Queen was slowly coming towards everyone with the majesty of Wushang.

Zhang Yuanyuan snorted, and the rest of the people couldn't help it, praising one after another.

This is not some kind of commercial blowing!

Makeup artists and costumers have seen the renderings, but the renderings are no match for real people.

The 3D modeled portrait is not as good as the charm of Yan Fuguang.

Xu was because she wore a crown robe, Yan Fuguang's memory was once again dragged back to the past, and the empress's aura unconsciously returned to her.

Mo Yun, who was very familiar with her, felt the difference at the first time, and Yan Fuguang at this time seemed to be different.

Yan Fuguang, who was covered in scarlet, returned to the studio again.

Step by step, she walked towards the crowd.

Last time it was just a few seconds of silence, and now, the whole world has pressed the pause button.

The needle drop in the thousands of square meters of studio can be heard, and every corner is quiet, only the beads on Yan Fuguang's crown will make a crisp collision sound with the swing of the stride.

The scarlet figure carries the majesty of a king and the innate nobility of the body, as if her kingdom is everywhere she looks.

"I'm convinced, look at this aura, she's not the queen who is the queen!"

"If this makeup photo is released, I'll go crazy if I'm an audience!"

"The newcomers are so scary!"

The gradual sound of discussion reached Yun Zhixia's ears, and she thought to herself that this is where to go, and real-life shooting is the time for Yan Fuguang to kill all sides.

The actor Rong Jun and Yang Hongji, the actors of the high priest Taiwu, were all at the scene, and they were also emotionally moved when they looked at Yan Fuguang, who was all in one place.

"This girl is less than twenty, right? I noticed it at the reading that day, the lines were very good, but I didn't expect the expressiveness to be so good. ”

Yang Hongji was wearing Zaizhi's court clothes, with a long beard sticking to his chin, and when he spoke, he brushed it again and again, and he had begun to bring it into the life of the ancients.

The invalids nodded when they heard this.

He is over seventy years old this year, and he is a genuine old drama bone, especially costume dramas, and almost every courtier of every dynasty has acted over the years, and he has also "served" all kinds of emperors, but I have to say that Yan Fuguang, this little girl, is really a bit of a doorway.

It is said that acting requires life experience, if you don't have experience, then experience and try it in person, but where does Yan Fuguang want to experience the life of the empress?

What's more, Yan Fuguang is still so young, even if she completely relies on her imagination to create the image of an empress, can she really fully interpret it?

This is not just the doubt of the Invalids alone, but probably the same doubts of all the cast and crew in the group.

But today, all the people who saw Yan Fuguang taking makeup photos at the scene should have at least half of their worries dispelled.

At least in the eyes of the invalids, the legendary Empress of the Eastern Wei Dynasty should be like this.

The studio was still in full swing, but from time to time someone peeked in the direction of Yan Fuguang.

The photographer clicked and patted, and Ye Jingtian and the working group have been making records to see what details need to be revised.

The 20-pound outfit weighs so much that people's shoulders sink straight down, if it is Yan Fuguang a few months ago, it is estimated that it will not be able to bear it in ten minutes.

Because of the large number of clothes to be photographed, she was busy from 7 o'clock in the morning to 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and Rao is physical fitness has improved greatly, and she still feels back pain.

After lunch, Mo Yun went back to Shanghai, and now only Zhang Yuanyuan is alone in the group to accompany her.

When the two of them came out of the studio, it was pitch black outside, and if it weren't for the moon, they wouldn't even be able to see the road clearly.

"This place is not good, the infrastructure is not complete, unlike Hengzhen, it is convenient to do anything."

Zhang Yuanyuan was so cold that he twitched, and he didn't feel warm enough in a long down jacket.

"My scarf for you too?" Yan Fuguang saw that her teeth were trembling, so he wanted to take off the scarf and give it to her.

"Don't, don't, don't, I don't care if I have a cold, you have a terrible cold." Zhang Yuanyuan hurriedly shook his head, "You have to continue filming tomorrow, if I am not in a good state, I will become a sinner." ”

Today, Yan Fuguang's solo photos have been taken, and there are still a few sets of double photos and group photos that have not been taken, so I have to come to the studio early tomorrow morning to report.

"Then hurry up, go back and cook a bowl of noodles, you eat something hot and then go to sleep."

The two trotted all the way to the parking lot, and the crew allocated RVs to the main actors, so they didn't have to worry about having no place to rest during filming.

The hotel chartered by the crew is about ten minutes away from the studio, and there are not many crew members in Xiling Cinema now, and this hotel only has one crew in "The Empress".

Fortunately, there are not many paparazzi in the crew, unlike Hengzhen, which is the "holy land" in the eyes of the paparazzi.

The car drove to the door of the hotel, and the warm light projected from the lobby finally made Zhang Yuanyuan feel a trace of home warmth.

If nothing else, this will be her "home" for the next six months.

The two were just about to go up the steps, when another car drove in behind them, and it was Wei Ziqian and his assistant who came down.

Both of them were carrying things in their hands, and they were stunned for a moment when they saw someone standing on the steps.

"Miss Yan?"

Seeing Yan Fuguang at first glance, Wei Ziqian suddenly became a little nervous: "That, you are busy until now and you have come back?" ”

He ended early today, and came back at about eight o'clock, but he didn't expect Yan Fuguang to be busy until now.

"Well, I just finished shooting." Yan Fuguang nodded.

Zhang Yuanyuan stood on the side, his eyes couldn't help but drift to the hands of the two.

It was really fragrant, and the aroma of the food was a kind of torture for her, who was cold and hungry.