[Rebirth] The gold master's husband is not easy to coax

"do not know."

There is no such dialogue in the script, Zhuang Ling added it without authorization, but the effect is good, it not only increases the interactivity of the program, but also creates suspense to retain the audience.

As expected of that person.

"Hey, we don't know about this question. But there is one person who must know."

"Oh? Then who is this person?"

"Teacher Qian is by your side, this old man." The camera slowly zoomed in, allowing the audience to focus on the hunched old man who was only 1 meters tall beside Qian Shen.

Although the old man is short and hunchbacked, he doesn't give people the impression of being wretched or scary. On the contrary, he has a very kind face, which can easily make people feel good about him. It is probably the appearance that he has been away from the world for decades and has no desires or desires.People can't help but look forward to his identity even more.

"Hello." Qian Shen stretched out his hand to shake someone's hand.

"Hello."

"Old Liang, please introduce yourself to everyone."

"Hi everyone, I'm the keeper of the tomb of the prince and the tomb of the emperor's grandson. Our family has lived here for generations."

"It turned out to be a tomb guard. It's an awe-inspiring profession. We noticed that Liang's old surname is Liang, so is there any connection between your family and the Liang Dynasty?"

"My ancestor was an official in the inner court during Emperor Wu's time. Later, he was convicted and demoted. Just after that incident, in order to take the crime and make meritorious service, he volunteered to be the tomb keeper of the prince's tomb. Such a guard, that is, 2000 years .”

"Mr. Liang said, that matter? Can you tell us what it is?"

"It's what you guys are going to play later."

"We're going to act later?" Zhuang Ling quietly said to the audience with a look of sudden realization, "Actually, I'm very nervous today, with such an authoritative witness."

At this time, Qian Shen immediately said, "Then let us walk into the legend of the prince's tomb and the emperor's grandson's tomb together."

"Cut! Take a break!"

"Very good, very good!" Producer Yu came up and patted Zhuang Ling on the shoulder, "It's really awesome for young people!"

He had been standing by the side just now and had been able to see clearly that Zhuang Ling's typhoon was excellent, and his words were fluent, completely suppressing the old drama bone Qianshen on the side.

The director also came up. Although his expression was still cold, he managed to squeeze out a smile, "Not bad."

"The director won the award. It's Teacher Qian who has been guiding me, otherwise I probably would have been NG several times."

"No, no, Xiao Zhuang, you are too modest, you are the one who led me." Qian Shen knew his own level, and his performance was not bad, but the hosting was much inferior, so it was a shame to be robbed of the limelight. Not annoyed at all, but cheerful.

Qi Huijuan, who had been silently observing from a distance, finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this scene.

At this time, Qian Zhou who rushed over also looked at Zhuang Ling with sparkling eyes and admiration, "Brother Zhuang! You are so amazing!"

Qian Shen slapped him hard, "Is this called Brother Zhuang? It doesn't matter whether it's big or small!"

Qian Zhou stuck out his tongue and didn't say anything, but he was kind of cute.Everyone around laughed.

There was only one exception, and that person was Bai Ziqing.

He had a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.But no one noticed him.He seems to be separated from the team, and everyone regards him as a transparent person, except the director.

"Xiaobai, have you memorized the script?"

"I remember it well, director." Hearing this, Bai Ziqing immediately put away his gloomy expression and put on a smiling face.

"Okay." The director nodded and went to do other things.

This Bai Ziqing was forced in by the leader of the stage. I have never seen him before, so I don't know how good his acting skills are.But seeing that he is humble and polite, he will come to things, and he also has a backstage, the director thinks he is more pleasing to the eye than Zhuang Ling.

The actors rested on the spot for less than 10 minutes before being recruited by the staff and decided to shoot the second half of "Legend of Past Life".The venue was chosen in a ruined temple on the mountain.

Reluctantly, the people in the program group had to carry big bags and various tools, and followed the producer and director to start climbing to the top of the mountain. The actors were not much better, and started to "exercise" with the team.

This Ziyun Mountain has not yet been developed, so there is not even a section of decent steps, there are only dirt roads and stones that have been trampled out by feet.

Fortunately, Zhuang Ling had similar climbing experience, so he could barely keep up with the large army.Bai Ziqing was miserable, almost fell off several times, and almost dragged Zhuang Ling down.

But what is surprising is that the father and son Qian Shen and Qian Zhou, who are older and younger, can not stay behind.

After climbing for about half an hour, we reached the top of the mountain.

This is a very dilapidated temple. Its roof is still covered with a thick layer of yellow thatch, and the wooden door that is about to fall swayed with the wind, making an uncomfortable light sound. A trace of popularity exudes the breath of defeat.

Standing in front of the temple, Zhuang Ling felt as if his heart had been hit by a big bell, as if he could understand the despair of Prince Ji Xun 2000 years ago.

"Zhuang Zhuang? Zhuang Zhuang?"

"Huh? Sister Jingjing, what's the matter?"

"Why are you in a daze! Producer Yu asked you to come over! I want to talk to you about the play."

"Okay, I'll be there right away. Did Producer Yu write the script himself?"

"Yes, Mr. Yu has always done it by himself, and the script of this kind of story is not faked by others. He has a lot of research on history, and writing these is easy to do."

"No wonder I feel very emotional when I look at it, and it almost sucks me into the story."

"Hahaha, Lingling, no wonder everyone says you can speak. So it's not how beautiful your words are, but the sincerity of what you say. I believe it. Teacher Yu must be very happy to hear it."

"Sister Jingjing, I'm not telling lies, I really think so." After speaking, she looked at Chen Jingjing seriously.

"I see you are in a hurry, I don't believe it."

While the two were talking, they arrived at the place where Producer Yu was.

Producer Yu was explaining some things about the camera, when he saw Zhuang Ling approaching, he took his shoulders and walked behind the tree.

"Zhuang Ling, how do you feel?"

"Extremely lonely, and... hopeless."

"That's right. This is where Prince Ji really died, maybe his remnant soul is still here."

"Ah?" Zhuang Ling was suddenly said by him, and the white hair sweated, "But didn't you say..."

"History books can't be trusted. This is also a secret that I only found out after many researches. Now you look at that temple again, how do you feel?"

"Deeper despair, and unwillingness."

"What about hate?"

"Prince Ji has no hatred for his father. If there is, it is only hatred for those outsiders and himself. He wants to rush out, but he has no ability to defeat them. What's more, is the guilt towards the emperor and grandson around him .”