Chapter 469 The Millennium Beauty in the Coffin (31)

The play has officially begun.

...

In the majestic palace, a charming and strange fragrance wafted from the nostrils, accompanied by the sound of wine glasses colliding, the laughter of men and women, and the graceful voices of singers and dancers, they sang soft and charming ditties.

Extravagant, ridiculous.

A white-faced eunuch entered the hall with his orchid fingers in his hands, and he swayed into the hall. He snorted coldly at the handsome young men behind him, and taught him a lesson.

"All of you, take good care of Her Highness the Eldest Princess for our family. If you make His Highness angry, watch your heads carefully!"

The eunuch arrived in the palace with a flutter, and smiled at the woman on the high seat until his face turned into a chrysanthemum, "Your Highness, these are the sons selected for you by the servant, and they are all well-cared for."

Behind the bead curtain.

It took a long time before a woman's melodious voice sounded, slightly sexy and hoarse.

"Leave the last one, and take the rest away."

The eunuch retreated hastily, grabbed the boy's sleeve again, stared and lowered his voice and threatened, "Your Highness is lucky to see you. Don't be shameless, you bastard, don't show you to our family." Serve Your Highness well with this noble score... Otherwise, your parents will—”

Hearing the eunuch's threat, the young man's delicate eyebrows dimmed, his lips trembled, and he finally gave in.

In the end, there was only the young man left in the hall. He knelt and sat in the center of the hall, his brows and eyes drooping, and his slender and thin figure seemed even thinner at this moment.

He heard gradually clear footsteps, step by step towards him.

A slender, pale hand pinched the boy's sharp chin, forcing him to lift his head.

"what's your name?"

The young man originally thought he would see a face full of flesh and blood, after all, this princess is such an unbearable image in the eyes of everyone.

Unexpectedly, what caught my eyes was an extremely beautiful and noble woman.

Hibiscus noodles, peach blossom eyes.

The beauty is overwhelming.

The young man said blankly, "I, my name is Rong Chu."

...

"Card--"

Fu Yue's scene is over.

Director Li's slightly excited voice sounded, and the little old man stroked his beard excitedly, staring at the content captured by the camera with a smile.

He originally thought that this aunt would definitely be a moth.

Not NG, ten or eight times is probably not enough, but Fu Yue's performance surprised him and surprised him.

Director Li rarely praised Fu Yue.

"Not bad, not bad, Jiang Fu, it's your first time to shoot a film like this, it seems that you are very talented! You are a good seedling that can be cultivated!"

Director Li even thought, if this girl can maintain this state, then the heroine of his next play will be able to consider her——

However, Fu Yue ruthlessly pierced Director Li's fantasy.

"Director, you think too much."

"The reason why I can play this role well is because of my true colors."

"For example, if you asked me to have a crying scene now, I wouldn't be able to cry even if I was killed. Do you believe it?"

Director Li: "..."

Xu Mobai: "..."

Everyone: "..."

This girl, ahem, is true and sincere.

Director Li hates that iron cannot be made into steel, "Then your future acting opportunities will become very narrow."

Fu Yue took out a small mirror to take a picture, and waved his hands nonchalantly: "I just want to play this kind of vase of prosperity and beauty... Director Li, if you have a suitable role, please introduce it."

Director Li: "...I don't want to talk to you now."