He fell with the villain

"Cut!" Director Wu yelled, and he said to the actors on the set: "Everyone take a rest for 10 minutes now, and then continue filming."

"Director, what do you think of my performance?" He Yuanxiu walked to Director Wu and asked him.

"Not bad." Director Wu gave He Yuanxiu a pertinent evaluation.

He Yuanxiu didn't say anything more when he heard Director Wu's words, but he turned his head and said to You Xiangzhou: "Xiangzhou, the director just now seemed to dislike me for my poor performance..."

"I feel like I've been hit, can you praise me?" He Yuanxiu continued.

"You brat..." Director Wu reprimanded He Yuanxiu when he heard He Yuanxiu use his words as an introduction, "Don't misunderstand me all the time!"

"Very good." You Xiangzhou just said two words.

"You're too simple..." He Yuanxiu listened casually to Director Wu's words, but he seemed not satisfied with You Xiangzhou's reply, "Can you say a few more words?"

"Senior, you are a bit like a child begging for candy now..." Wei Chengbai whispered.

"What child..." Wang Shizhen followed Wei Chengbai's words and said, "As a senior, you have to look like a senior. How can you be like a child of a certain age who only wants to hear compliments?"

"You say that..." He Yuanxiu turned his gaze to Wang Shizhen, and asked him, "Are you going to call me senior?"

"Senior Shizhen." He Yuanxiu then called Wang Shizhen.

You Xiangzhou listened to the conversation of these people, but sat directly on the stool next to him, as if he didn't intend to participate in it.

"Host, don't you care about the villain?" 633 felt as if he was listening to a few young students arguing about unnecessary things.

"A group of children." Tao Lingfeng said casually.

"No way, host!" 633's words at the moment seemed to be filled with a sense of surprise, "Are you all starting to rely on the old to sell the old?"

"I mean..." Tao Lingfeng just replied to 633 calmly, "I can't be like them, understand?"

"I don't really understand." 633 seemed a little confused.

"Such a small issue can make you fight?" Director Wu held the script in his hand and tapped each of them on the head, "If you want me to say, you all call me senior!"

"I've been around much longer than you guys." Director Wu then said with a serious face.

"What?" He Yuanxiu obviously disagreed when he heard Director Wu's words, "Director, according to your qualifications, you can't be called senior..."

"You should call me old senior." He Yuanxiu continued in a leisurely tone.

"You kid, you came here to find something for me!" Director Wu knocked He Yuanxiu on the head a little harder.

"Oh, director, your strength is too great..." He Yuanxiu covered his head, squatted down in front of You Xiangzhou, and said in an aggrieved tone: "I have a headache now, Xiangzhou, rub it for me quickly, or else I won't let it go for a while." I fainted while filming, what should I do?"

Wei Chengbai and Wang Shizhen saw He Yuanxiu's begging for love and affection, but the expressions on their faces were all tensed, and they couldn't hold back their smiles.

Director Wu sighed softly, "This person is really just like the character, he's lost his head..."

"Be good." You Xiangzhou stretched out his hand to caress He Yuanxiu's head, and there seemed to be a soft color in his eyes.

"Okay." When He Yuanxiu saw You Xiangzhou like this, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

After a few minutes, Director Wu looked at the actors in the camera and shouted, "Action!"

"I don't know what's the matter with the emperor coming?" Xia Mingyu had heard the voices outside, but now he was in another country and had no relatives or influence to rely on.

So at this moment, he just bowed to the person in front of him and made a salute, and the tone in his mouth was not as angry as when he was too drunk.

"I heard that you are good at calligraphy and master the rhythm..." Xiao Xuanyi had a usual smile on his face, and his words at this time didn't seem to reveal too much emotion, "I wonder if it's true?"

"There must be a lot of painters and musicians in the palace of your country, and I just paint at will in my spare time..." Xia Mingyu did not tell the truth to Xiao Xuanyi, "As for the rhythm, I only know a little bit."

"Then Xia Aiqing drew a picture for me, and I can't believe other people's words..." Xiao Xuanyi seemed to have a smile in his eyes, "I can only take a look at Xia Aiqing's painting for myself."

"Your Majesty, if you want to see it, I have brought some of my previous paintings..." Xia Mingyu just refused with words: "You can show it to the Emperor for you to see."

"Did you paint scenes or people?" Xiao Xuanyi didn't agree, but asked Xia Mingyu another question instead.

"I have always only painted scenes, not people." Xia Mingyu said straight back to Xiao Xuanyi.

"Why?" The smile on Xiao Xuanyi's cheeks did not fall, but he just looked at Xia Mingyu who looked distant and indifferent with great interest.

"No." Xia Mingyu replied briefly to Xiao Xuanyi.

"If you don't write it yourself, how will you know if you really don't like it?" Xiao Xuanyi just looked at Xia Mingyu with a smile, "I don't want to see the scenes you painted."

"Now I want you to paint, and what you paint must be people, not landscapes..." Xiao Xuanyi said softly: "If you refuse to paint, I heard that your father recently hired a few more Concubine..."

"It happens that I have a lot of beauties in the palace, but I can send one or two." Xiao Xuanyi said in a calm tone, "I just don't know if they will go, will your mother be reduced to living in the cold palace..."

"You..." Xia Mingyu frowned, and his right hand was clenched into a fist, but thinking of the huge gap in national strength between the two sides, he had to swallow his anger.

"Chen Hua is." He sank his mind, but responded calmly.

After saying that, he walked over to the desk, and while grinding, he was thinking in his heart——

The emperor asked me to draw a man, but besides me, he is the only one in this palace, so is it possible that I want to draw him?

"Which one can I ask to draw?" Xia Mingyu ground the ink well, he reached out and took out a piece of rice paper, and first pressed it with a ruler to prevent it from falling.

"Could it be that Xia Aiqing, do you want to draw someone else?" The smile on Xiao Xuanyi's face seemed to be a bit cold.

"Is it possible for me to paint myself?" Xia Mingyu didn't want to remember the outline of the face of the person in front of him.

Although it is beautiful, it is also very scheming. Avoiding it early is a feasible strategy.