Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

Ji Shuyuan's expression was calm, and he looked at him without dodging, with the same hidden desire in his eyes as that night.

Zhongqin opened his mouth, wanting to joke a little more, when he caught a glimpse of someone approaching from the corner of his eye, his voice changed into a serious discussion: "You shouldn't be in this state at the moment, you should be disgusted and calculating. "

Ji Shuyuan took the time to retort: ​​"You seduced me, shouldn't I take the bait?"

"..."

After Liang Cheng had walked in front of the two of them, Ji Shuyuan added calmly: "Jiang Yu is scheming, not a person who shows his emotions."

"That's right." Liang Chengma nodded in agreement, "We're still in the early stage, and Xiao Ji's performance must not be too revealing, otherwise it will be boring when it is reversed in the later stage."

Zhong Qin lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Are you ready?" Liang Cheng's eyes lingered on the two of them, always feeling a little subtle, "You two are..."

"I'm almost the director." Zhongqin raised his head.

Ji Shuyuan stood up silently, signaling that he too was ready.

"Okay, then let's start filming!" Liang Cheng patted Zhongqin on the shoulder, "Act well, don't be nervous."

Even though he didn't use much force, there was still a very faint color on Zhongqin's shoulders.

Liang Chengcheng was about to leave. When he saw this scene, he suddenly stopped, called the makeup artist over, pointed to Zhongqin and said, "Give him some powder on his shoulders."

The makeup artist was at a loss: "What powder?"

"The red one." The straight male director didn't know anything about cosmetics, so he could only dance and gesture, "It's the one you usually wipe on your face."

"Oh," the makeup artist suddenly realized, "blush."

"Well, do it quickly." Liang Cheng waved his hands and walked towards the monitor, "After finishing it, let's shoot!"

The makeup artist hurriedly brought the toolbox over, used a brush to apply blush, and then looked at Zhongqin with some embarrassment: "That... please take it off, take it off..."

Zhongqin smiled, turned his back to her, lifted his clothes and hung them on his arms, revealing half of his white back.

The skin was flawless, and the makeup artist didn't intend to say anything at first, but couldn't help but reminded: "The camera wears makeup, I applied it thickly, remember to take it off when you take a shower at night."

"Can't the shower gel be washed off?" Zhongqin asked.

"It's not very clean. Generally speaking, it's nothing, but your skin looks..." The makeup artist said with a dry laugh, "In short, it should be handled properly... Do you usually use body milk? I suggest you use body milk after showering Wipe it, if you haven’t brought it, I have a few samples of different brands here, you can try it first, if you think it’s easy to use, I’ll get it for you..."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Zhongqin said, "My skin is not sensitive, I rarely get acne, and I am not so delicate."

Seeing the embarrassment on the make-up artist's face, he smiled again and said, "But I think what you said is very reasonable, and I still want to try the sample you mentioned. Can I go to you after the shooting?"

The make-up artist met his smiling face, and almost flattered him in response.

After the makeup artist packed up his things and left, Ji Shuyuan said suddenly: "You are very gentle to others."

"Mr. Ji is so sour." Zhongqin looked up at him and said with a smile, "I am obviously the gentlest to you."

Ji Shuyuan didn't have time to retort, a camera brother jumped onto the bed with the machine in his arms, turned to Zhongqin's front, and pinned the camera on Zhongqin's chest.

Zhong Qin tidied up his clothes calmly, without feeling cramped at all, but Ji Shuyuan frowned very slightly.

After adjusting the machine, the big cameraman saw that he hadn't left yet, he was puzzled and asked, "Is there anything else, Mr. Ji?"

The first half of this scene was performed by Zhongqin alone, and Ji Shuyuan should have stepped back from the camera.

Hearing this, he looked at the cameraman calmly and asked, "How about I stand here for a while?"

The camera brother glanced at the machine, shook his head and said, "This won't work, it's too close, you have to move back at least two meters."

After speaking, the photographer scratched the back of his head in great confusion, thinking that Best Actor Ji usually walks pretty well, so why is he asking such a question like a newcomer now?

Not long after, the preparations were ready, and the director came over to play the board. Liang Cheng sat up slightly and stared at the monitor with a serious expression.

Although Ji Shuyuan was just watching this scene, it was a relatively complete sex scene for Zhongqin.

Anyway, according to the script description, he showed more here than in the next few official bed scenes, and even in order to have a smooth and beautiful line when taking pictures of his back, he only used a few layers of masks to cover his privacy, in case his waist and hips were not visible. Unnatural bumps.

During the filming, he could wrap it in a blanket to cover it up, and when the filming started, he took off the blanket and handed it to Mao Qirui.

As for the tools used in the play, there are not many, one is the antique hookah, and the other is a writing brush.

The brush barrel is made of emerald green jadeite, the end of the pen is carved into a water drop shape, and the middle of the pen barrel looks like bamboo. Each section of bamboo saves no more than two knuckles. slip.

At the beginning of the scene in the camera, Shi Huaian lay lazily on his side on the bed, half closed his eyes, and waved his hands to the side.

A young eunuch immediately ran over, lit the tobacco carefully, and then handed it over with both hands holding the pipe.

Shi Huaian tilted his head, and couldn't reach the cigarette holder, so he casually raised his eyelids, his gaze drifted over like mist, the little eunuch trembled in fright, he quickly bowed lower, and carefully brought the cigarette holder to his lips.

Shi Huaian opened his mouth and bit it, closed his eyes and took a deep breath intoxicated.

Mao Qirui, who was guarding in the corner, saw this scene and suddenly remembered the time he lit Zhongqin's cigarette...

It turned out that he was really self-indulgent, he was just immersed in the drama at that time.

Mao Qirui suddenly remembered Zhong Qin's usual lazy demeanor—so is that the real him, or the one immersed in the drama?

...Anyway, the cast is horrible.

The show is still going on there.

Shi Huaian took a puff of cigarette too quickly, threw away the pipe and coughed violently.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and the ends of his eyes quickly turned red, and he curled up into a ball in pain.

After the coughing, he didn't seem to be in the mood to continue smoking. He put his hand on his forehead and stared at the ceiling with ecstasy.

For some reason, it didn't take long for Shi Huaian's face to become more rosy, and his breathing became more rapid, as if every time he exhaled, he would bring out steaming water vapor.

It was only recently that he discovered that he seemed to be somewhat addicted to this kind of thing.

The first time I smoked hookah was on the emperor's dragon bed.

That year, Westerners presented this thing to the emperor, and the emperor quickly became fascinated. He liked to roam above the clouds and mist while enjoying the pleasure of bed.

But not all concubines in the harem can bear this, Shi Huaian also felt uncomfortable at first.

After all, he is just a lowly slave, no matter how unaccustomed he is, he has to learn by pinching his nose in order to please his master.

Later, his addiction was greater than that of the emperor.

Because the emperor can still enjoy the joy of controlling others, but he can only confuse himself with tobacco and immerse himself in the illusory beauty.

Over time, he thought that he also enjoyed being controlled by others.

Now smoking alone can no longer make him happy.

Always missing something.

The emperor was old, and it was difficult for him to catch his breath, and he had no energy to spend on others.

Shi Huaian has been tortured by emptiness for a long time.

Unknowingly, he stretched his hand backwards, a muffled groan escaped from his throat.

But in the next moment, he was extremely annoyed, and strangled his neck tightly, as if he could stop making a sound this way.

After a long time, Shi Huaian let go of his hand, and there were a few deep purple fingerprints on his snow-white neck.

He tossed and turned impatiently, bent his knees and curled up, and tremblingly, he touched the jade sable hair beside the pillow.

The light-white fingers became more and more radiant against the emerald green. Due to too much force, the fingertips quickly turned red, like several flowers blooming on the stem one after another.

Shi Huaian sat up, holding the pen in one hand, but with the other hand he swung the porcelain pillow down as if venting his anger, crackling and shattering all over the floor.

The little lady listened to the movement, and tremblingly knelt outside the door to apologize.

Shi Huaian didn't turn his head, his voice was hoarse: "Get out! No one is allowed in!"

The little eunuch quickly closed the door, exchanged glances with his companions who were guarding outside, and bowed their heads away from the room.

Shi Huaian took a deep breath, sat up on his knees, leaned forward, and tightly grasped the brocade quilt with one hand.

The penholder of the jade pen is cold and sharp, making people shiver from the cold.

Sweat dripped from the corners of Shi Huaian's forehead, and his eyes were full of misty water vapor.

When he lowered his eyes slightly, water vapor condensed out and hung on his eyelashes indelibly.

The long black hair covered the bed, covering the thin waist, only revealing a pair of light pink shoulders.

Beads of sweat rolled down his chin.

Shi Huaian let out a long sigh, not sure if it was because of the pain or something else.

Accompanied by this sigh, the creaking sound of pushing the door suddenly sounded——

Shi Huaian froze all over, turned his head sideways, and saw a pair of exquisitely crafted boots walking towards him slowly.

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感谢在2021-09-1322:19:37~2021-09-1615:51:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 cute little Xie Ji;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 for regretting killing Hua Tuo; 1 for Luoluo;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Dong Qianxi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!