Others take a sip of a eunuch, and the nine thousand years old in the mouth of warm wine sounds much more pleasant to the ear.

"Mr. Wenjiu, I want to play this role." Qingyue, who was reading the script silently on the side, suddenly spoke.

Qingyue is confident that Wen Jiu will definitely assign this role to him, after all, she has already participated in the drinking party organized by Duan Wenhui yesterday, and knows who should be held and who should not be held.

"You?" Wen Jiu glanced at Qingyue, and the contempt in his eyes flashed.

Sang Ning's eyes were always on Wen Jiu, and she keenly caught the change in Wen Jiu's expression, and felt very surprised.

How could someone like Wen Jiu, who was kind and easy-going to everyone, look at Qingyue with such a hostile gaze.

At this time, the screenwriter leaned over to Wen Jiu's ear and talked to her in a low voice.

Although Wen Jiu's eyes were very unfriendly, Qingyue still felt that he had a firm grasp of this role.

After the screenwriter and Wenjiu finished speaking, Qingyue pursed his lips and looked at Wenjiu nervously and excitedly: "Teacher Wenjiu, can I?" ”

When Wen Jiu looked at Qingyue, the soft color in his eyes was no longer there, but the movement of shaking his head was still elegant and slow: "No, I agree with the screenwriting teacher, your face is not close to the character." ”

"Why?" Qingyue was furious, but he still tried his best to suppress his voice and argued with Wen Jiu: "An excellent actor should not be limited by appearance, as long as he has enough strength, there is no role that cannot be performed!" ”

"You also know the premise of adding enough strength, so please tell you, what confidence do you have to prove that you have enough strength?" Warm wine is simply saying the most heart-wrenching words in the gentlest tone.

Qingyue was stunned for a moment, he was only half-baked in acting, and he couldn't even get a decent masterpiece, how could he talk about strength.

But so what? Doesn't strength also have to give concessions to capital?

Taking advantage of Qingyue's stunned moment, Wen Jiu glanced at everyone and said, "Why were you assigned to this group, don't you have points in your heart?" In the absence of the strength to take the lead, all performances are based on the principle of presenting the most perfect stage effect. ”

Wen Jiu's words were not specifically aimed at anyone, this was her inner thought, and it was also a reminder to everyone.

But in Qingyue's opinion, this is not the case, Wen Jiu is obviously deliberately embarrassing him.

Sang Ning winked at Wenjiu when she looked at her.

Wen Jiu's tense face almost didn't break, how could she not read the meaning in Sang Ning's eyes.

It's okay to scold people, and there is no difference in attacking.

The corners of Wen Jiu's lips hooked a shallow arc, and he shook his head lightly towards Sang Ning, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious: I didn't scold you.

"Since Qingyue wants to play this role so much, why don't we try out PK together." Sang Ning looked at the warm wine and proposed.

Sang Ning felt that it was difficult for a woman to dress up as a man, but she was asked to play a role that was neither male nor female, and she jumped directly into hell mode.

Since the screenwriter and Wenjiu both feel that she has the potential to play 9,000 years old, it is better to give it a try.

Since Qingyue also wants to act, let's PK together, whoever wins is on the list, this is the fairest way.

Sang Ning also disdains to let others think that she was escorted all the way by Wenjiu and the screenwriter.

"Okay, I'll accept the offer of audition PK!" Qingyue said loudly.

What is Sang Ning, it's not that he hasn't seen the clip of her acting, and it's polite to describe it as a lump of defense!

Wen Jiu and the screenwriter glanced at each other, and the editor nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then you pick a scene from the script and act it out on your own, and your team members will vote on it." Wen Jiu said, just now, she also wanted to see if Sang Ning could bring a different interpretation.

Qingyue was confident, and raised his hand to signal that he was the first to go first, and he chose the fragment of parting with his sweetheart before he died at the age of nine thousand.

The nine-thousand-year-old sweetheart is the palace maid who entered the palace with him, and the little palace maid is kind-hearted and takes great care of him, and is a light of redemption in his dark struggle.

He is ruthless in this life, and the only tenderness is only left to the little palace maid, even when he is dying, the only thing that he can't let go of is that he can no longer protect the little palace maid.

The name of the little palace maid is Qiuqiu, Qingyue picked Wang Qiuhong to play with him, and the two began to play after they were shot by the general with an arrow at the age of nine thousand.

"Uh-" Qingyue let out a pompous pain, like a full burp sound.

Everyone couldn't help but purse their lips and smile, even Wang Qiuhong, who was playing with him, almost came out of the play.

However, Qingyue himself didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and he was still very immersed in his performance world, and with a painful muffled snort, he fell to the ground.

"Xiaokangzi!" Wang Qiuhong shouted and ran over and hugged Qingyue.

This is the name of the nine thousand years old when he entered the palace, and as his power became more and more monstrous, no one in the palace dared to call this name except the emperor and Qiuqiu.

Qingyue was held in Wang Qiuhong's arms, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and when he looked up again, he had two lines of tears.

Sang Ning sighed in amazement on the side, although Qingyue's performance was a little exaggerated, she really admired the fact that she would cry when she said it.

Qingyue raised his hand and stroked Wang Qiuhong's face, his lips trembled and trembled several times before he spoke: "Qiuqiu, I'm sorry, I won't be able to protect you in the future." ”

"Xiaokangzi, if you hold on, you will be fine!"

Wang Qiuhong had already cried into tears, holding Qingyue's hand on her face, rubbing his palm hard, as if only by feeling the temperature of his palm could she feel at ease.

"Poof—poof—" Qingyue vomited several mouthfuls of blood in a row.

Wang Qiuhong's hand shook, and she almost didn't smash Qingyue to the ground.

When acting, the state of the opponent is very important, Wang Qiuhong gritted her teeth, so she couldn't help laughing, Qingyue's performance is really indescribable.

"No, Qiuqiu, I'm too late......" Qingyue became very weak and angry, "My biggest regret is that I couldn't get you out of the palace earlier, I should find a good family for you when my power is at its peak, so that you can marry a wishful husband and live this life happily." ”

"It's a pity-" Qingyue looked up at the sky and thumped his chest hard, "It's a pity that it's hard to buy regret medicine in the world, it's too late-"

After speaking, Qingyue closed his eyes unwillingly and regretfully, and suddenly lowered his hand, signaling the end of his statement.

And Wang Qiuhong should have hugged his corpse and cried bitterly, but Qingyue's performance was too dramatic, and until now she couldn't substitute herself into a state of grief, so she simply omitted this step, and stood up after helping Qingyue to sit upright.

Feeling Wang Qiuhong get up, Qingyue also stood up, and asked Wen Jiu and the screenwriter with an expectant face: "Two teachers, what do you think of my performance?" ”

The screenwriter bit her lower lip hard, wanting to say that Qingyue's performance was a kind of mental pollution for her.

I really didn't know how to comment, and I was anxious, so Wen Jiu took the first step to speak: "Sangsang, it's your turn, I'll play the scene just now." ”

(End of chapter)