The Queen is Coming To the Bowl

The Shao family declined, and the feudal lords rose up in all directions, which meant a great aspiration. Among them, Feng Guo took the lead in rebelling. Marshal Jiang Xiong was ordered by the Son of Heaven to quell the rebellion, but he was surrounded and died in battle in the plight of the enemy.

Jiang Xiong's death was tragic and heroic, but it did not win him a posthumous name, but instead became a stepping stone to the position of the villain.

Dazai Changxu made a slander to the emperor on the grounds that Jiang Xiong's expedition caused heavy damage to the army and the national treasury, and severely slandered Jiang Xiong. The emperor was stubborn and stubborn, and when he heard it, he was furious, and ordered all the men of the Jiang family to be beheaded, and the women to be demoted to slaves.

Jiang Xun heard the news of her father's death in battle, and she was already in pain, but now she has been reduced from a pampered general to a prisoner overnight. Even if the pain in her heart dried up with tears, it could not be relieved in the slightest.

The thin sun rises, illuminating the earth shrouded in darkness, announcing the arrival of a new day. But to Jiang Xun, this round of red sun was like a wildfire burning in front of the gate of hell.

"Are you familiar with this scene?" Qiao Qiao put on her makeup, and Lu Tao hurriedly stepped forward and asked her questions.

After all, everything is about being safe, and Lu Tao was afraid that Qiao Qiao would not perform well when facing such a big scene for the first time. Although there is support from the company and Xie Yuanyi, if Director Wei is not satisfied, it is really uncertain whether Qiao Qiao can win this role.

Lu Tao thought to himself that this opportunity was really hard-won, and he had to hold on tight to become an old mother for the first time ever.

"Well, I'm all familiar with it, don't worry." Qiao Qiao nodded, she had already mastered the script for this scene, and she practiced it in front of Xie Yuanyi yesterday, and it was no problem to think about it.

"It's a close-up later, do you understand your style?"

Qiao Qiao thought that Lu Tao was very funny today: "I'm a prisoner today, what's the point of being disheartened?"

Qiao Qiao's hair and clothes were all messed up, and she had makeup on her face, no blush or lipstick, and a few coats of black, looking very haggard.

Lu Tao still said bitterly: "Wait a while that prison car is a little high, maybe it's still shaking, don't be nervous, you still have to do the physical movements that you need to do, don't worry, the car is stable enough."

What does it mean that the car is stable enough...

Qiao Qiao was silent: "Well, I understand."

Lu Tao didn't have anything to explain, so he scratched his head and said, "That's it, anyway, I have a good idea. I'll take a good picture later, don't be nervous and don't relax."

I'm afraid it's you who is over-stressed. Qiao Qiao muttered silently.

Wei Qian's work was over, and he picked up the horn and was about to call Qiao Qiao over when he saw her in a circle around him.

Wei Qian waved at Qiao Qiao: "Get ready to audition!"

Qiao Qiao nodded, raised his foot and walked over.

Looking at Qiao Qiao's steady back, Lu Tao suddenly felt the vicissitudes of life that the emperor was not in a hurry for the eunuch.

"It's just a close-up shot and intercepted Jiang Xian's scene in this section. You sit in it for a while, with the voice-over, imagine the scene in front of the Jiang family being copied. What we want is Jiang Xian's tearing. The outward manifestation of heart-rending feelings."

Wei Qian, as always, is used to explaining a few words to the actors before filming starts. Qiao Qiao has been used to Guo Zisong's aloof style for half a year. At this time, when Wei Qian spoke so eloquently, she felt as if she had returned to her first audition. when.

At that time, she was still a little transparent, confused and ignorant about everything in the future.

Everything now is something she could not have imagined at that time.

"Okay." Qiao Qiao nodded, put all the emotions in her mind back, and began to put herself into a role state.

She entered the studio under Wei Qian's instructions. Wei Qian saw that all departments were ready, so he sat down in front of the monitor, and his energetic voice came from the loudspeaker: "Action!"

Jiang Xian sat in the prison cart, staring blankly at the guillotine in front of him. His hands were also weak, and he climbed loosely on the fence of the prison cart.

Not without pain, not without hate. Only she was imprisoned in this narrow and cramped cage at this time, and even with all kinds of blood, she could not escape this catastrophe.

Jiang Xian raised his slightly trembling hands, remembering the days when his father held her hand in person and taught her to practice swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

When Jiang Xun was born, Jiang Xiong was no longer confused, and he was very fond of this god-sent daughter. Although he also taught her martial arts, it was mainly to protect himself, not as harsh as Jiang Xian's two brothers.

Jiang Xian blinked, and tears flowed out silently.

She dared not look forward. In the middle of the stage facing her were her two older brothers.

Jiang Xian dipped his tears with his fingers and wiped it on his mouth.

Her lips were dry to the point of cracking, and there were faint bloodshots in the gray and white, and the pain rose suddenly when she touched the salty and bitter tears.

Jiang Xun laughed at himself lowly, the pampered young lady in the past has finally come to an end.

The movement of the corner of the mouth affected the crack, and the pain jumped up again, as if torn in her heart.

However, before the torture at this time, what was the pain?

The sun rises high, and the incense in front of the stage has been burnt out.

A shrill voice sounded: "The hour has come, behead!"

"Don't—" Jiang Xian raised her head sharply, the originally free emotion attached to her body instantly with the blood-red scene in front of her, burning her back and her internal organs to the boil.

Her hoarse cry was instantly overwhelmed by the cheers from the audience, and when everything was calm, she could no longer make any sound.

Jiang Xun looked at the stage dully, the dark red paved the ground, like a talking satin.

They once walked in the world in fresh clothes and furiously, but at this time, they were killed in different places because of those villains.

Jiang Wei stared blankly at the row of bodies that had been drained of life. The words he wanted to say, the tears he wanted to shed, and the emotions he had never released were all held back and dissolved in the bones and blood.

Those things will accompany her all her life.

The blood was burning, Jiang Xian put his face on the prison car, and his originally weak hands suddenly held the wooden fence tightly.

On her forehead and the back of her hands, blue veins burst out.

Jiang Xun's body trembled uncontrollably, and even the shackles on her feet rattled.

Not reconciled... She is not reconciled no matter what!

The author has something to say: It is said that more author bacteria at night quickly put the lid on the pot and escape (嘤嘤嘤, I am also very desperate.jpg)