Yao Xiaoyan picked up the hairdryer and slowly blew her hair. She looked at her blackened eyes in the mirror and sighed. Had Ta'er's problem been resolved? She didn't know, didn't know, if Tor would ever be in her room again tonight.
I hope I get a good night's sleep.
Ta'er didn't come to harass Yao Xiaoyan again for the whole night, but she still didn't sleep well. She felt as if someone was strangling her neck, waking her up several times.
Bai Xiaobai, on the other hand, did not think of anything and just ate and slept soundly. When he woke up in the morning and stretched lazily, he was startled when he saw Yao Xiaoyan sitting beside him in a daze.
"Didn't you have a good rest yesterday?" Bai Xiaobai asked in concern.
Yao Xiaoyan nodded in agreement. Looking at the time, she had an hour to put on some makeup before getting out of bed to wash her face.
In the dressing room.
"Little Yan, your background is very good and your looks are pretty good, but your dark circles are too deep and you don't have enough spirit. You need to take care of your rest and stop playing around. It's not good for your body. You actors only have these few years of acting career, you must pay attention to skin care. "
Every time she woke up, she would be suffocated by the feeling of suffocation. Her makeup had been used several times and the makeup master no longer had the patience to help her anymore.
"Master, you don't need to worry about me. Go and help the others. I will handle the rest myself." She didn't know why, but she kept having the feeling that someone was pinching her neck.
Logically speaking, she could see the words of a ghost. However, she opened her eyes several times but didn't see any ghost at all. It was truly strange.
Yao Xiaoyan braced herself and finished the rest of her makeup.
Today's show was the first time that Yao Xiaoyan's princess had seen the Fifth Prince. This princess was a pitiful, infatuated person. She was infatuated with the Fifth Prince the first time she saw him. She, who was unruly and domineering, was determined to be the Fifth Prince's consort, but the Fifth Prince only loved the people played by Shi Jiayin.
Yao Xiaoyan felt that the male lead of this thousand-year love affair was a little high-handed and a little coquettish. He should be a very likeable character, but she didn't know if that aloof and cold Dugu Xingdi would be able to put on that kind of act.
Because of Dugu Ling's participation, there were two other companies that wanted to invest in this movie. It was said that they wanted to make this low-cost movie a huge production.
When Dugu Ling was taking part in the filming, the two investment company's CEOs were sitting beside the director and watching from the sidelines.
Bai Xiaobai could not help but worry. Since there were more investors, it was very possible that the Leng Group was no longer the biggest investor in the movie.
If Leng Hao's words were to be heard by less and had no way to continue supporting Yao Xiaoyan, then Lin Weiwei and Yu Xin, actresses with more experience than her, would definitely become even more popular. This would be very disadvantageous for Yao Xiaoyan.
"Little Yan, you have to work hard. Take advantage of this opportunity." Bai Xiaobai walked up and said, nervously clenching his fist to cheer Xiao Yan up.
Yao Xiaoyan nodded her head. At this time, the princess had a complex hairstyle wrapped around her head. Her skirt was woven from thousands of colorful jade strings into a beautiful butterfly. Her arm was wrapped in a fiery red muslin which was extremely dazzling.
Shi Jiayin, who was sitting at the side, frowned while looking at Xiao Yan's costume.
Yao Xiaoyan standing next to the white-robed Dugu Ling was surprisingly quite pleasing to the eye. It was as if they were a pair, causing one to be envious and jealous.
Shi Jiayin looked at Yao Xiaoyan's sacred clothes and then at her own costume. Her eyes were filled with disdain. She was playing the role of a commoner. She was dressed in simple and unadorned clothes with white stripes. Her costume was far from being as gorgeous as Yao Xiaoyan's.
"The prop team sure knows how to work. This second female lead is even more gorgeous than the first female lead." Shi Jiayin complained coldly.
The assistant quickly explained, "Don't worry, this is just the beginning. Sister Jia Yingjie, you can bear with it for now. Furthermore, there are only a few episodes in the ancient era, and the later parts are those of the modern era. At that time, you were already a goddess, and that Yao Xiaoyan had already become a grumpy old lady who could not be compared with you. "
The assistant hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice, "The previous prop master who did as she was told and messed up Yao Xiaoyan's clothes was expelled. To think that Young Master Leng would be so determined to be her backer."
The corner of Shi Jiayin's mouth moved as her face was filled with mockery, "So what if I have a backer? When Yao Xiaoyan is acting, her eyes are always fixed on me as if she has seen a ghost. Whatever she is acting is like a horror movie."
Dugu Ling held the zither in his hand, as if he was adapting to the scene in the movie. Shi Jiayin's words floated into his ears word by word. With a cold smile, he raised his hand to signal the director to start.
The camera began to take pictures. Dugu Ling's fingers rested on the strings of his zither as his ten fingers danced nimbly. His voice was as smooth as the clouds and flowing water. It was so beautiful that it was like music being played on the outside.
With the sound of the zither playing, everyone present was stunned as they stared at Dugu Ling with widened eyes. This zither was not a tool, it was a genuine item borrowed from an ancient zither family. It wasn't something an ordinary person could play. Judging from Dugu Ling's finger technique, it seemed as though he had reached Transcendence, as though he was an old zither master who had decades of experience in it.
The moment the zither music rang out, the feeling of imprisonment on Yao Xiaoyan's neck suddenly disappeared. There was no longer any feeling of suppression.