Chapter 469： The Millennium Beauty in the Coffin (31)

The play officially began.

...

Inside the magnificent palace, an exquisite scent came out, accompanied by the sound of wine glasses colliding, the laughter of men and women, and the graceful and graceful voices of singers and dancers, singing soft and charming minor tunes.

Extravagant and absurd.

A white-faced **** squeezed Lanhua's fingers, and swayed into the hall with his waist. He snorted coldly at the handsome young men behind him, and taught him a lesson.

"One by one, you will serve your Royal Highness the princess well for our family. If you make your Royal Highness angry, please pay attention to your heads!"

The **** went into the palace and smiled at the woman on the high seat so that her face turned into chrysanthemums. "Your Royal Highness, these are the sons chosen by the minions for you. They are all good for keeping them."

Behind the bead curtain.

It was a long time before the woman's sweet voice sounded, with a slightly **** husky.

"Leave the last one, and the others, you can take them away."

The **** hurriedly stepped back, grabbed the boy's sleeve, stared and threatened in a low voice: "Your Highness is looking at you, it's your blessing. Don't shame you, you bastard, don't show you to our family. Take care of your majesty with this noble score...otherwise your parents will just--"

Hearing the threat from the eunuch, the young man's delicate eyebrows dimmed, his lips trembled, and he finally compromised.

In the end, there was only one young man left in the hall. He knelt down and sat in the middle of the hall with his eyebrows drooped. His slender and slender figure appeared thinner and thinner at this moment.

Hearing the gradually clear sound of footsteps, he came toward him step by step.

A slender and pale hand pinched the young man's sharpened chin, forcing him to raise his head.

"what's your name?"

The young man thought he would see a face full of fierce and wicked face, after all, this princess was such an unbearable image in the eyes of everyone.

Unexpectedly, what came into view was an extremely beautiful and noble woman.

Hibiscus noodles, peach blossom eyes.

Appearance of the country.

The boy said blankly: "I, my name is Rong Chu."

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"card--"

Fu Yue's scene is over.

Director Li's slightly excited voice rang, and the little old man touched his beard a little excitedly, and stared at the content shot in the camera with a smile.

He had thought that this aunt would definitely have moths.

Ten trips and eight trips would not work without NG, but Fu Yue's performance surprised him and surprised him.

Director Li rarely praised Fu Yue.

"Not bad, Jiang Fu was able to shoot like this in your first filming. It seems that you are very talented! You are a good seedling to cultivate!"

Director Li even thought, if this girl can maintain such a state, then the heroine of his next play can consider her--

However, Fu Yue ruthlessly pierced Director Li's fantasy.

"Director, you think too much."

"The reason why I can play this role well is because of my true colors."

"For example, if you let me have a crying scene now, I won't be able to cry even if you kill me, believe it or not?"

Director Li: "..."

Xu Mobai: "..."

Everyone: "..."

This girl, cough, sincere.

Director Li hates that iron can't become steel, "Then your future play will become very narrow."

Fu Yue took out a small mirror and took a picture, and waved her hand nonchalantly: "I just want to play this kind of beautiful vase... If you have a suitable role, Director Li, please introduce it."

Director Li: "...I don't want to talk to you now."