Others say a eunuch in one mouthful, but the nine thousand years old in Wenjiu's mouth sounds much more pleasant.
"Teacher Wenjiu, I want to play this role." Qingyue, who was silently reading the script, suddenly said.
Qingyue is confident that Wenjiu will definitely assign this role to him. After all, she participated in the wine party organized by Duan Wenhui yesterday and knows who should be praised and who should not be praised.
"You?" Wenjiu glanced sideways at Qingyue, the contempt in his eyes flashed past.
Sang Ning's eyes were always on Wenjiu. She keenly caught the change in Wenjiu's expression and felt very surprised.
How could a person like Wenjiu, who is friendly and easy-going to everyone, look at Qingyue with such hostility?
At this time, the screenwriter came close to Wenjiu's ear and had a low conversation with her.
Although Wenjiu's eyes were very unfriendly, Qingyue still felt that he had secured this role.
After the screenwriter and Wenjiu finished talking, Qingyue pursed his lips and looked at Wenjiu nervously and excitedly: "Teacher Wenjiu, can I do it?"
When Wen Jiu looked at Qing Yue, the soft color in his eyes was no longer there, but the movement of shaking his head was still graceful and slow: "No, the screenwriter teacher and I agree that your face does not fit the character."
"Why?" Qingyue was furious, but he still tried his best to suppress his voice and argued with Wen Jiu: "A good actor should not be limited by appearance. As long as he has enough strength, there is no role that he cannot perform!"
"You also know that there is a prerequisite for being strong enough, so please tell me, what confidence do you have to prove that you are strong enough?" Wen Jiu simply said the most heart-wrenching words in the gentlest tone.
Qingyue was stunned for a moment. He was only half-assed at acting. He couldn't even produce a decent masterpiece, so how could he talk about his strength?
But so what? Doesn’t strength have to give way to capital?
Taking advantage of Qingyue's daze, Wenjiu glanced at everyone and said: "Why are you assigned to this group? Don't you have any idea in your mind? Without the strength to take the lead, all performances are to present the most perfect stage effect.
As a principle."
Wen Jiu's words were not directed at anyone in particular. They were her inner thoughts and a reminder to everyone.
But in Qingyue's opinion, this is not the case. Wen Jiu is clearly deliberately trying to embarrass him.
When Sang Ning met Wenjiu's eyes, she winked at Wenjiu.
Wen Jiu's tense face almost failed her. How could she not read the meaning in Sang Ning's eyes?
It's okay to curse, but attack without discrimination.
The corners of Wen Jiu's lips curved slightly, and he shook his head gently towards Sang Ning. The meaning in his eyes was very obvious: I didn't scold you.
"Since Qingyue wants to play this role so much, why don't we try out the PK together." Sang Ning suggested while looking at Wen Jiu.
Sang Ning felt that it was difficult enough for a woman to dress up as a man, so she was asked to play a character who was neither a man nor a woman, and she went straight to hell mode.
Since both the screenwriter and Wen Jiu think she has the potential to play the role of Nine Thousand Years Old, why not give it a try.
Since Qingyue also wants to act, let's compete together and see who wins. This is the fairest way.
Sang Ning also disdained to let others think that she was escorted all the way by Wen Jiu and the screenwriter.
"Okay, I accept the offer of auditioning for PK!" Qingyue said loudly.
What kind of person is Sang Ning? It’s not like he hasn’t seen clips of her acting before. To describe it as a retort is just too polite!
Wen Jiu and the screenwriter looked at each other, and the editor nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then you all pick a scene from the script, perform it yourself, and your team members vote." Wen Jiu said, just in time, she also wanted to see if Sang Ning could bring a different performance.
Qingyue was confident and raised his hand to indicate that he would be the first to go. He chose the parting scene with his sweetheart before his death at the age of 9,000.
The nine-thousand-year-old sweetheart is the palace maid who entered the palace with him. The little palace maid is kind-hearted and takes great care of him. She is the light of salvation for him in the dark struggle.
He was cruel and ruthless throughout his life, and the only tenderness he left was reserved for the little palace maid. Even on his deathbed, the only concern that he could not let go of was that he could no longer protect the little palace maid.
The name of the little palace maid is Qiuqiu, and Qingyue chose Wang Qiuhong to play with him. The two began to act together after they were shot by the general and fell to the ground at the age of nine thousand.
"Uh-" Qingyue said in exaggerated pain, like a burping sound.
Everyone couldn't help but pursed their lips and suppressed laughter. Even Wang Qiuhong, who played opposite him, almost fell into trouble.
However, Qingyue himself didn't think there was any problem. He was still very immersed in his performance world. With a painful groan, he fell to the ground.
"Well-off man!" Wang Qiuhong shouted and ran over to hug Qingyue.
This was his name when he entered the palace at the age of nine thousand. As his power became more and more powerful, no one in the palace except the emperor and Qiuqiu dared to call him this name.
Qingyue was held in Wang Qiuhong's arms, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a pop. When he raised his head again, his eyes were filled with tears.
Sang Ning stood aside and marveled. Although Qingyue's performance was a bit exaggerated, she really admired him for crying at all costs.
Qingyue raised his hand and touched Wang Qiuhong's face. His lips trembled for several times before he spoke: "Qiuqiu, I'm sorry, I can no longer protect you."
"Xiaokangzi, you have to hold on, you will be fine!"
Wang Qiuhong had already burst into tears. She held Qingyue's hand and put it against her face, rubbing his palm hard. It seemed that only by feeling the warmth of his palm could she feel at ease.
"Puff - puff -" Qingyue vomited several more mouthfuls of blood.
Wang Qiuhong's hand shook and he almost threw Qingyue to the ground.
The opponent's state is very important when acting. Wang Qiuhong gritted his teeth and held back his laughter. Qingyue's performance was really hard to describe.
"No, Qiuqiu, it's too late for me..." Qingyue became very weak and angry, "My biggest regret is that I couldn't get you out of the palace earlier. I should have done it when I was at the peak of my power.
Find a good marriage, marry a man of your dreams, and live a happy life."
"It's a pity -" Qingyue looked up at the sky and hit his chest hard, "It's a pity that it's hard to buy regret medicine in the world. It's already too late -"
After saying this, Qingyue closed his eyes unwillingly and regretfully, and suddenly lowered his hand, signaling the end of his statement.
Wang Qiuhong was supposed to hold his body and cry bitterly, but Qingyue's performance was so dramatic that until now she couldn't put herself into a state of grief, so she simply skipped this step and helped Qingyue.
After sitting upright, stand up.
Feeling Wang Qiuhong stand up, Qingyue also stood up and asked Wen Jiu and the screenwriter expectantly: "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, so as I was getting anxious, Wenjiu spoke first: “Sang Sang, it’s your turn, let’s do the scene just now.”