Yuqiongyin

In the crew, Xi Chenning changed her clothes and lay in the ice coffin prepared by the props team. The costume assistant came forward to adjust her clothes. The dry ice around her had begun to fill with white mist.

"Xiaozhi, today we have finished filming these two scenes, and we will wrap up. There will be a celebration party tonight. I know you don't like crowds, but you still have to come."

Xi Chenning came back to his senses from the plot, opened his eyes and looked at Director Li, saying calmly, "Okay, get ready, we can start."

All right! All departments, get ready! ! "Director Li got the reply and was full of energy, "Scene 347, one take, one take!"

·Script【Emperor】:

Ji Rongcheng reached out his hand to pick up the moonflower that was knocked down by the rain. Under the moonlight, the moonflower was in full bloom, emitting a faint silver glow.

There was some tenderness and tenderness in his downcast brows, but there was also some sadness in his expression.

Ji Rongcheng turned his head and looked at the sleeping god lying in the white jade coffin that was frozen for ten thousand years in the room. It seemed as if a slight touch could wake her up, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

Three thousand years have passed, and now he just feels powerless.

It turned out that it was himself lying in the white jade coffin, but now it is Fuqi.

The person in the coffin was dressed in purple, with silver-white hair tied lightly at his side with a hairband of the same color. His facial features were delicate and bright, his eyes were closed, his nose was delicate and his lips were red. He had a pair of slender and graceful hands, which were folded on his lower abdomen.

Ji Rongcheng watched quietly for a while, then walked over and held Fu Qiu's hand, interlocking their fingers. He whispered softly, "Wan Wan, when will you wake up?"

"No problem. I can wait for three thousand years, so thirty thousand years is fine."

His voice became lower, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hands clenched quietly.

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In this scene, Luo Yunyu has many subdivisions, while Fu Qi, played by Xi Chenning, is just a "tool man" lying quietly in an ice coffin.

Because Director Li paid special attention to some details of this scene, the scene was re-shot several times. Xi Chenning was a little drowsy while lying in the ice coffin, and she seemed to have a very short dream in her daze.

In the dream, she was wearing ancient costume and was being led by someone. She was sure that she was not acting because everything in front of her was too real.

There was chaos all around her. She was running in the palace corridor in her red wedding dress, with the red hairpins in her hair dangling precariously.

Xi Chenning could not control his own body, but was just attached to this body as a soul, experiencing all of this.

"Princess! Over here, over here!"

Her personal maid took her around the corridor and came to a secluded place that had not yet been affected.

She looked back and saw flames burning half the sky. The sounds of soldiers fighting and weapons clashing reached her ears through several palace walls.

"Cui Yu... How could this happen... Why would he rebel on today's wedding?"

Xi Chenning could clearly feel this body trembling. It turned out that today was her wedding day. Who was the rebel?

"Princess, the most important thing now is to save your life? The Prince Consort, the Prince Consort has rebelled..."

"Isn't the compensation given to him by my father enough? Endless glory and fame, even I, even I was sacrificed in this compensation..."

The woman in the wedding dress tightly grasped the hand of her personal maid Cui Yu and screamed weakly, "I am willing to marry, why... why is it still like this...? He is still rebelling, I don't understand..."

Cui Yu gently hugged the princess who was getting married today and comforted her softly, "Princess, this is not your fault... This is not your fault..."