After Becoming a Little Sister

The old man who plays Lu Fang is already a real old man, and his sons and daughters should serve him on weekdays, but now he is playing the role of the eunuch who serves others, and the subtleties are very well handled. With a little kindness of "taking care of the empress to grow up", the waist bowed and collapsed, and the position of the servant girl was accurate and clear.

It doesn't look like those shoddy costume dramas, where the slave is more like the master than the master, so the consciousness has really awakened across the world, right?

Empress Jiajing raised her foot and looked at it. It was strange that the red spot on her left foot was not as red or swollen as before.

Director Luo poked his head out again—damn, what kind of special effect is this?

Added premium?The hidden secret of the makeup artist?It shouldn't be!

But who doesn't love being able to take one end or even a long shot without turning?

So Director Luo retracted his head again and continued to shoot, not only wanting to shoot, but also making faces, close-ups of facial expressions followed.

Empress Jiajing ignored the camera and was as happy as a child: "Good slave, where did you get this prescription? It really works."

Lu Fang rubbed her right foot lightly: "This servant knows what prescriptions, this prescription was given by Li Shizhen when he was a servant in the palace."

The Empress Jiajing also remembered, and she was a little stunned: "The Li Shizhen recommended by the King of Chu?"

"Master has a good memory."

Empress Jiajing immediately showed a bit of disdain for a "man among gods" looking at her peers: "This person is okay to see a doctor, but it's a pity that he doesn't understand the Tao and has to practice for a lifetime."

Lu Fang also flattered her and said, "Not everyone can understand the Tao. How many lifetimes has the master cultivated? How can others compare."

So the proud empress was satisfied, hummed nasally, and lay back down again.

In a short scene, the extravagance of the royal family and the pride of the Jiajing empress, one scene after another without stopping, are undoubtedly revealed.

False Empress: Bejeweled, colorful, domineering and staring.

The real empress: The 60-year-old wine is only suitable for me to wash my feet, and the world-renowned genius doctor is not as good as me.

After wiping her right foot, Lu Fang picked it up and put it next to the wooden basin, and walked over with a low body, put down the left trouser leg for her, put her left foot in a black satin pump, and then walked low Go to the right, drop the right pant leg, and put the right foot into the other cloth shoe.

Empress Jiajing didn't move a single bit during the whole process, she was used to it, her eyes were far away and she didn't know what she was thinking.

After serving Lord Long Live, Lu Fang picked up the wooden basin, went to the wine jar and slowly poured the wine in again.

Empress Jiajing was a little surprised: "What are you pouring into the wine after washing your feet?"

Lu Fang replied while pouring the wine: "The people below all believe it. They say that Long Live Lord has a fairy body, and things that are stained with fairy spirit are all looking forward to getting them. And it's 60 years old wine. It's a pity to pour it out. Reward people."

After pouring the wine, put down the wooden basin, and put the lid on the wine jar again.

Empress Jiajing straightened her face immediately, and snorted: "This is lying to you. You are cultivating the Tao and cultivating yourself. How can there be immortality if there is something I have touched? Don't be fooled by them, let's take this wine out If people drink it, they will get sick, but if you want to reward people, there is no shortage of things in the palace."

The tone is dissatisfied, but when he speaks his lines, he is neither slow nor slow, with only a sense of superior majesty without anger.

"En." Lu Fang answered with a strange voice, as if her throat was choked.

Empress Jiajing looked at him, but Lu Fang turned around, went to a jade basin supported by a red sandalwood table next to her, pretended to wash her hands with clean water, and picked up a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her face, but Jiajing looked at him. Seeing that he was wiping tears, she stared at him closely.

The camera turned and turned, turned around and then came back. The long shot has been shot so far without any mistakes, and the expression on the face is almost perfect.

Lu Fang conveniently picked up a string of rosary beads from the altar next to her, walked over and handed it to Empress Jiajing.

"Master Shengming, the servants will tell them to take this jar of wine and pour it out later."

"What's the matter? Wipe your tears away from me." Empress Jiajing stared at him and asked.

Lu Fang knelt down beside him: "Listen to the master telling the servant not to drink this wine, which shows that the master has a bodhisattva heart. Thinking of so many subjects in my Ming Dynasty who had to be protected by the master alone, the slave feels sad. "

Speaking of this, tears flowed down again, really, and the eyes were slightly red.

Empress Jiajing raised her brows, and heard the overtones: "Is there another disaster somewhere?"

Lu Fang: "There is a drought in the north, and it's not a major disaster. This is not what the slave lamented. I'm afraid that the master's benevolent heart will be ruined by those heart-broken people down below."

Empress Jiajing became alert, sat up straight, and said in a low tone, "What did you hear?"

Lu Fang: "Yang Jinshui has an expedited [-]-mile package, which was sent in this evening."

"Is there something wrong with changing rice to mulberry?" Empress Jiajing asked forcefully.

"The master promises to the slave first, don't get angry after seeing it, the heat is radiating from your body."

After saying that, Lu Fang took out the urgent letter with three chicken feathers stuck on it from her bosom, took out Yang Jinshui's letter from it, and enshrined it.

Jiajing looked at it, and there were several sheets of paper, densely written with the contents of memorials.

In the script, Lu Fang should be holding a tulle lantern from the table, standing behind Jiajing to light it.

However, Empress Jiajing didn't just look at it that way, but waved Lu Fang away with a wave of her sleeves, holding a few pieces of paper and pacing on the spot, looking at one and throwing one at a time, the speed of reading was getting faster and faster. The faster it is, the bigger the throwing action is, and the camera lens gives a bird's-eye view from below, and the memorials are thrown all over the place.

After reading it, Jiajing threw the last piece of paper on the ground, and almost shouted: "Call Yan Song - call Yan Song!!"

That sound was not a roar, it was just a roar of a tiger. The deep roar made the heart and lungs stop for a second, and then the heartbeat that bounced back was very distinct.

Just when those boys and girls thought that the filming of this scene was over, and rushed out from behind the production staff to chat about something, the door opened.

Teacher Ni, who played Yan Song, walked in tremblingly. The camera just cut an angle, and the distant and near scenes did not change.

--a!break what?Shoot it down!

Although it is said that the same set and the same costumes are connected together in this episode of the TV series, but where was it shot like this during filming?

Not to mention other people, even Director Luo sweated a lot, forgot how many times he poked his head from behind the camera, and just looked at a few actors.

Empress Jiajing didn't move, she just changed her sitting position, as if she had been waiting for a while.

Lu Fang hid from the camera and quickly adjusted her makeup. It seemed that she was busy after going out to ask someone to come back.

Yan Song is already 40 in the play, but the actor Mr. Ni is only in his [-]s. However, with the old man's makeup, his eyebrows tremble slightly, and his age spots look like old age spots.

Anyone who looks at it thinks that this is a genuine old actor, not a role of a young man pretending to be old.

Conversely, although Empress Jiajing has a girlish face, she gives the impression that she is pretending to be a young girl, only her face remains unchanged, and she is a moody and moody middle-aged emperor...

A female emperor, a chief ministerial cabinet, and now they are facing each other.

Empress Jiajing was sitting on the slum and looking down at the old minister. Elder Yan Ge seemed to be really old. It didn't take long to stand there, and the sweat covered his long eyebrows.

The camera gave a close-up of his eyes, and no specific sweat was captured, but the corners of the actor's eyes trembled, giving people a feeling of hot sweat burning into his eyes.

"Last year, there was no snow in the twelfth lunar month. Since the fall of the ambush this year, there has been no wind for more than ten days. I want you to ask Qin Tianjian, what does Qin Tianjian say?"

Empress Jiajing was sitting there, her voice seemed to Yan Song to be far away and near, vaguely absent.

Director Luo stopped talking, just resting his chin, thinking that if he shoots like this, he can even save the post-dubbing.

At that time, maybe you can boast about the live recording of the radio, as a selling point——is it the same in the previous drama?Fantastic.

He was so shocked again and again, needless to say, the few boys and girls who were watching, they just pinched the corners of their clothes to watch it as if they were fascinated by watching a TV series.

Wow!The empress is so scary!

Wow!Mr. Ge is so old!

Wow!It's as if it's real, shouldn't we be time-traveling?

Only when the eyes turn away from the scene and turn to the surrounding crew, the cameras, and the staff holding long microphones, can there be a real sense of returning to reality.

The scenes filmed in the inner circle are still solemn. In the script, in addition to setting up an altar for ritual sacrifices, Empress Jiajing will give Yan Song a seat on a short pier as usual when the emperor and ministers talk.

However, it was the first time in ten years that he called himself over overnight in such a hot day and let him stand and talk.

Elder Yan Ge must show that he doesn't understand why it happened, but he has keenly felt the details of the decline of the holy family - how to deal with these details?

Mr. Yan Ge, played by Mr. Ni, didn't fluctuate violently, or even move. He just lowered his body and lowered his tone.

He slowly replied: "Back to the emperor, I didn't ask."

This is the leeway that a veteran minister should have. After being the chief assistant of the cabinet for so many years, he claims that one person is under one man and over ten thousand people, so there is no need to panic or panic.

Empress Jiajing asked in displeasure, "What?"

Yan Ge always breathed out with a little shortness of breath: "The celestial phenomena can be discussed by non-subjects. The emperor is the emperor, and it has something to do with the celestial phenomena. Only the emperor can call the Qin Tianjian to ask himself."

"What do you mean, it didn't snow last year, and it didn't blow wind this year, all because of me?"

Empress Jiajing raised her tone a little, and to everyone's ears, it seemed as if she was pouring into her ears from a far away place.

There was a sudden excitement inside and outside the court, boys and girls all looked at Empress Jiajing in unison, and subconsciously staggered in panic.

The old man Yan Ge lifted up his outer robe and knelt down slowly: "The "Shangshu" says: Three years of abundance, three years of apology, six years of minor disasters, and 12 years of major disasters. The sky is like this in Yao and Shun. It is the responsibility of the ministers to store food in good years to prepare for famine, and to provide relief to victims in famine."

This is character creation-kneeling there at this age, with a wet cap and gown, and still trying to maintain the emperor's holy name when answering.

Empress Jiajing's heart suddenly softened again, as if remembering his 20 years of hard work, she stood there silently.

After two seconds of silence, Empress Jiajing didn't speak, but just glanced at Lu Fang.

Lu Fang immediately said: "Old Ge, the emperor didn't ask you to kneel, after all, you are over eighty, you should get up and answer."

As he said that, he went to help him, and at this moment, Mr. Yan Ge stood up with the help of Lu Fang.

Lu Fang looked at Jiajing again, the Empress Jiajing turned her eyes away, glanced at Aodun, and blinked her eyes.

Lu Fang quickly moved over the short pier: "Old Ge, the emperor gave you a seat."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yan Songhan's eyes were blurred, and he sat down again with Lu Fang's support.

Empress Jiajing stopped going around in circles with him, shook her sleeves and folded them in front of her.

"You said just now that you are preparing for a famine in a good year, and providing disaster relief in a famine year. How about the two flooded counties in Zhejiang?"

Elder Yan Ge replied: "According to the strategy of 'Reform and Relief', we are implementing the national policy of converting rice into mulberry while helping the victims."

Jiajing slowly looked at Lu Fang, and Lu Fang also looked at Jiajing honestly at this time.

The details of this scene are that the emperor trusts Elder Yan Ge, but not completely - she still trusts her big companion, Lu Fang.

She looked at Lu Fang, implying that the words were true or false.

Lu Fang's eyes are also very clear - the slaves don't know, so they have to check.

Empress Jiajing raised her chin, indicating that he could leave: "Go back and ask Yan Shifan how things in Zhejiang are going, and I'll come back to tell you what I said later."

Elder Yan Ge answered yes, stood up, and Lu Fang led him to the side of the veil.

Empress Jiajing looked at the back of Yan Song Longzhong, and under the close-up of the camera, her distant eyes were a little dazed.

The sound of closing the palace door, after a while, Lu Fang came back, this scene has not stopped, it has not stopped, there is still a part.

Director Luo rubbed his face, held his breath and dared not speak, for fear that he would end up here, and he would remember this even in his dreams tonight.