Chapter 1581

The crew,

Dye Bai came to the dressing room and looked at the bottles and cans of things on the dressing table. After a second of silence, she opened her chair and sat up and said, "those cosmetics don't have to be put on my face. Just tie up my hair in a bun."

All applied makeup is either to support the aura or to meet the needs of people.

In her place, there is no need to support deliberately.

The makeup artist is a woman in her thirties. She looks capable and smart in a small suit. She nods and says, "OK."

"You weren't the makeup artist when she fixed her makeup that day?" ran Bai asked carelessly, playing with a hairpin in her hand.

The makeup artist was stunned and smiled: "young master Qin asked me to come. I'm your separate makeup artist."

Dyed white "Oh".

This is the third scene of the shooting, and it is also the first encounter between the female partner and the female owner.

Xia Yu comes out of the dressing room and is ready to go all out. She must press the play!

It's best to completely turn this female No. 2 into an arrogant, domineering and brainless person. When the broadcast starts, let dye white bring a batch of black powder.

The crew is ready, and the camera is aimed at the middle scene.

On the flagstone path, there are palace walls on both sides. Slowly, one appears in the lens. There are slaves in front and behind, and palace maids follow.

On the soft couch, a woman in purple clothes and Chinese clothes leaned against her. She was incomparable. It was just a light make-up, almost no trace of make-up. Those peach blossom eyes are very fine. At first glance, they are the favorite imperial concubine pampered in the imperial palace. There is no half covering up the lazy arrogance on her body.

There is no heavy makeup support, nor too cumbersome headwear, but the aura is shocking.

Dyed white and low eyes, casually playing with a hairpin of the props group, looks like all kinds of scoundrels.

When Yu Guang touched the figure coming slowly in front of him, the dyed white and magnificent lip flap tilted up with an interesting radian, and the brilliance in his eyes was like the aggressiveness of a hunter when he saw his prey.

In the eyes of the camera, it is impressively that the powder and Dai of the harem are colorless and the beauty smiles.

Xia Yu is dressed in natural and pure blue clothes. Her temperament looks naive and brilliant. She is accompanied by a close maid of honor.

Come slowly.

Basically speaking, when the concubines in the harem meet the imperial concubine's sedan chair, they have to stop Fushen's luggage and wait for the imperial concubine's sedan chair to leave.

And in the script,

How could the woman Lord, who was simply stubborn, did not fear power and despised the ancient feudal system, salute so well?

so

Xia Yu did not squint. He had no sense of saluting. He had to walk directly by the imperial concubine's sedan chair.

"Bold, you can't be polite when you see the imperial concubine?!" the close maid next to the sedan chair couldn't see it, and Jiao shouted.

Xia Yu heard the voice, stopped, looked at the palace maid inexplicably and smiled: "salute?"

Xia Yu looked at the noble, lazy and loose woman on the sedan chair and said, "Alas, why were you so feudal in ancient times? It's clear that everyone is equal in modern times. Why did you salute? I don't know what it means for you to kneel all day and stick to the rules."

Such a string of fresh and refined words in ancient times, how can there be no male Lord around?

so

Not far away,

"Your Majesty?" the servant saw the young emperor stop and opened his mouth in doubt.

Xie Ming stood with his hands down, his face calm, raised his hands, motioned the slave not to speak again, and his eyes fell on the scene not far away.