I kicked the male lead away

"According to what I said to A-Lan in the morning." Stared at by Su Yihe's cold eyes, Wu Baixing coughed uncomfortably and began, "Imperial Concubine, please respect yourself."

"No." Su Yihe didn't follow the lines and interrupted, "Here, you should look at me."

"Why?" Wu Baixing asked subconsciously because he was straightforward, "I thought that Dong Fu, as a prostitute, should not be able to look directly at beauty."

"It's because you are Tanhua Lang." Su Yihe said with a calm expression, "Apart from your good looks, what's more important is that you are five cars rich, with a clear personality, and a gentleman who is magnanimous. There is nothing to hide from."

"Okay!" Wu Baixing gritted his teeth, as if he was persuaded by her, "Let's continue."

"En." Su Yihe nodded.

"My dear concubine, please respect yourself."

Wu Baixing is not a showman either, although he is not from a major, but he comprehends it very quickly, this time he looked directly at Su Yihe with clear eyes.

"What if I don't want to respect myself?" Su Yihe continued, lifting his chin with the script in his hand, his eyes were as quiet as an ancient well, "Tan Hualang is young and handsome, he is worthy of being an important minister of my court."

"Hey." This time it was Wu Baixing who stopped first, "Your expression is wrong here..."

"Didn't you test your lines?" Su Yihe asked back, "Why do you care about expressions?"

Wu Baixing just wanted to refute that you didn't say that about me just now, but Su Yihe seemed to have expected his feelings, and said coolly: "Besides, a real actor should not be affected by the state of others in the opponent's play." , even if the opposite is a pile of wood, it should be fluent."

"..." Wu Baixing was so choked that he couldn't speak, unwilling to admit defeat, "Continue!"

Su Yihe still maintained his posture, expressionless: "On this beautiful day, the beauty is present, Mr. Dong Fu, do you really not see the peonies blooming in full bloom?"

"Your Majesty is worrying too much." Dong Fu turned his head straight away, "I wonder if your Majesty has ever heard of a story in the "Biography of Xilu" by the sage Wang Shouren?"

"Oh~" Su Chaomu withdrew his hand, with a smile on his face, and leaned forward slightly, "I'm not talented, I'm willing to listen carefully."

"Mr., when visiting Nanzhen, a friend pointed to the flowers and trees in the rock and asked: "There is nothing in the world outside my heart. Such a flower and tree blooms and falls in the deep mountains. What does it matter to my heart?" The husband said: "You haven't seen it When you see this flower, this flower will return to silence with your heart. When you look at this flower, the color of this flower will become clear for a moment. You will know that this flower is not outside your heart.'”

"I don't understand." Su Chaomu tilted his head, "Dong Lang, it would be easier to say."

"My heart is as lonely as this flower." Dong Fu said, "I have never seen a flower bloom."

"That is to say." Su Chaomu wrapped his fingers around his heart and drew circles, "Whether this flower blooms or dies, it is always in your heart, sir?"

"You..." I didn't expect her to interpret it in this way. No matter how well-bred Dong Fu was, he finally couldn't help but bluntly said, "No matter what your mother says, Dong Fu has a clear conscience."

"Really?" Su Yihe suddenly chuckled, pulled away from the play, and lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear: "Ah Lan is so pretty, do you really have a clear conscience?"

……

This time, Wu Baixing was finally irrefutable, and the tips of his ears were slightly red.

Hey, Fang Zhilan saw through the big mirror in front of her that the scene between the two behind her was at its most exciting, why did she suddenly stop?

It just so happened that the makeup was already painted, she couldn't wait to stand up, and opened her curious eyes: "Why don't you continue?"

Su Yihe put down the script in his hand, even though Fang Zhilan was already very familiar with it, when he saw the makeup on her face, he was still slightly taken aback.

The girl has black hair in a high bun, and a simple jasper hairpin on her bun, but the water color is shiny, and she is not vulgar at first glance, full of extravagance.

However, the makeup on the face could not conceal the agility, and the black pupils were like stars, shining in the dark night, guiding those who lost their way at night.

"Nothing." Su Yihe replied first, "I forgot the words."

"That's okay." Seeing her pale expression, Fang Zhilan thought it was because of this matter, so she hurried up to hold Su Yihe, "It's common for me to forget my lines in the crew. As an actor, Director Chen said, the lines Not the most important talent, but the most important talent, I think you were very good just now..."

She was so eloquent that she almost lifted Su Yihe to the sky, completely forgetting Wu Baixing who was still standing there in a daze.

Su Yihe smiled, as if relieved: "Anyway, I don't rely on this for a living, as long as you can act well."

"Yessir!" Fang Zhilan tilted her head, raised her hand two centimeters away from her temple, made a gesture of salute in an unconventional manner, and winked at her with one eye.

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For a whole morning, Fang Zhilan took Su Yihe around the set, and when she met acquaintances, she never forgot to introduce her as a friend.

Other than that, it was playing against Wu Baixing.

He didn't know what happened today, and he lost his mind several times during the scene.

Director Chen was so angry that his hair was about to fall out, and after shouting a few times, he took the microphone and yelled at this side: "Wu Baixing, what's the matter with you, your eyes, are your eyes in place? There are still lines, why did you suddenly get stuck? Have you been told to put your feelings into yours? What have you been thinking about all the time?"

Then he turned his head to send firepower to Fang Zhilan: "Fang Zhilan, don't laugh along with me, raise your head a little bit, do you still want to show your face?"

In the end, he had to roar: "Take a break, come back later."

Director Chen had a bad temper when he was filming, and now it's getting hotter every day. Fang Zhilan has long been used to it, and she doesn't dare to join him.

I had no choice but to get close to Su Yihe's resting place and sit next to her: "Are you hot? Do you want to turn on the air conditioner in the car?"

"It's not hot." Su Yihe held a small fan forced by the staff in his hand, turned on the switch and blew it on Fang Zhilan, "Your face is blushing."

"It's okay." Fang Zhilan waved her hand nonchalantly, "Anyway, a filter will be added later, and then I will be a white and tender me again."

Her face was pale and rosy, like a peach full of moisture, Su Yihe couldn't hold back, and gently pinched it: "You are the only one who is poor."

"This is called open-mindedness." Although Fang Zhilan was surprised that Miss Su, who had always been strict and respectful, was "hands-on" with her, she didn't think much about it and continued to bicker.

Neither of them noticed that the photographer, who was collecting tidbits in the crew, happened to capture this scene with his camera from afar.

The scene with Wu Baixing took more than two hours to capture what Director Chen thought was the most perfect state. He froze the frame and told the two of them not to move. Let the camera take a good shot. It will be used as a still publicity.

In the play, Su Chaomu's winking eyes are like silk, and his breath is like blue, but with a seductive and unknowing delicacy, he leans forward.

Dong Fu was forced to lean back by her, but his eyes clearly fell on her drooping black hair.

The palace wall is deep, and the peonies are enchanting under the moonlight. I don't know if there is a painting in the scene, or there are people in the painting.

Wonderful...

Director Chen let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Su Yihe next to him looked at the camera, frowned slightly, but finally didn't say much.

Regardless of the roles in the play, when the filming of the play is over, male and female artists will avoid suspicion, especially for male stars like Wu Baixing who have a lot of fans.

In the next few scenes, there was no Wu Baixing's dragging bottle, and Fang Zhilan's acting was smooth and smooth.

Until the end, it was a rivalry with She Jiao.

Fang Zhilan had already discussed with She Jiao that the slap in the play had to be ruthless, otherwise it would be even more painful to reshoot.

In order to win, she closed her eyes cruelly, threw Ye Qingling on the ground with a "slap", and said her lines tremblingly: "If you think you have the ability, why come here to find me?"

"Cut! It's over." After Export Chen said, the two heaved a sigh of relief, and other staff members who had long wanted to leave work also began to call it a day.

"How are you?" Fang Zhilan hurriedly squatted down to see how She Jiao was doing.

"It's okay." She Jiao stroked her swollen left cheek, and gasped, "Oh, it's so ruthless."

"I..." Fang Zhilan didn't have the nerve to say, she was only able to swing her hand because she fantasized that the person in front of her was Mu Tingyao.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to help She Jiao up, and found a place to sit down.

At this time, She Jiao's assistant had already brought up the ointment, Fang Zhilan felt guilty, so the cotton swab was stained with the ointment and carefully applied it to her.

Because the character in the play wears long nails, there are even a few shallow blood marks on her fair face.

Fang Zhilan didn't even think about it, she leaned forward and exhaled.

Just blow it and it won't hurt.

Lian Qing, who was waiting for Fang Zhilan to finish her work, came over and chirped, "Wow, this is really powerful, She Jiao, you may be swollen for two days."

Then she turned her head and looked at Fang Zhilan: "Your attack is really not serious, She Jiao is beaten up like this, how can she use the white lotus special skill and smile at all sentient beings?" you!"

Fang Zhilan was not to be outdone: "You have to find the screenwriter for this matter, you have the guts to find the screenwriter and beat him up. Besides, can you talk less like your mute character?"

She Jiao who was caught in the middle: "..."

In the end, I was overwhelmed by the turmoil of the two people, and I endured the swelling and pain on my face and let out a long sigh: "I let A-Lan do it, Lian Qing, don't find fault with you, A-Lan, you too, don't let it go!" Talking makes me have a headache."

As the night gradually darkened, the three of them sat on the wooden railings of the ancient promenade built on the set, with modern incandescent lamps above their heads. Dim yellow lights emanated from the darkness, attracting countless moths to collide and make crackling sounds.

Everyone on the set walked about the same, there were only three girls, and they were still making a fuss.

From time to time, a series of crisp laughter like silver bells came out.

Su Yihe, who originally wanted to come forward to pick up Fang Zhilan, stopped far away, his eyes dimmed in the darkness.

In her world, there are friends, admirers, and teachers.

But there is only her in her own world.

This is not fair.

After a long time, she picked up her mobile phone and dialed a number: "Qin Hui, what happened to the contract I asked you to draw up?"