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Others have one eunuch at a time, and the nine thousand years in Wenjiu's mouth sounds much more pleasing to the ear.

"Teacher Wen Jiu, I want to play this role." Qing Yue who was silently reading the script at the side suddenly said.

Qingyue is confident that Wenjiu will definitely give him this role. After all, she has participated in the wine party organized by Duan Wenhui yesterday, and knows who should be promoted and who should not be promoted.

"You?" Wen Jiu cast a sidelong glance at Qingyue, and the contempt in his eyes flashed past.

Sang Ning kept her gaze on Wen Jiu, she was keenly aware of the change in Wen Jiu's expression, and felt very surprised.

How could someone like Wen Jiu, who is friendly and accommodating to everyone, look at Qing Yue with such hostile eyes.

At this time, the screenwriter leaned close to Wen Jiu's ear and had a low-pitched conversation with her.

Although Wen Jiu's eyes are very unfriendly, Qingyue still feels that he has secured the role.

After the screenwriter and Wen Jiu finished talking, Qingyue pursed his lips and looked at Wen Jiu nervously and excitedly: "Teacher Wen Jiu, can I?"

When Wen Jiu looked at Qingyue, his eyes were no longer soft, but the movement of shaking his head was still graceful and slow: "No, I agree with the screenwriter teacher, your face does not stick to the character."

"Why?" Qingyue was furious, but still tried his best to suppress his voice, and argued with Wen Jiu: "An excellent actor should not be limited by his appearance, as long as he has enough strength, there is no role that cannot be played!"

"You also know the premise of being strong enough, so please tell me, what confidence do you have to prove that you have enough strength?" Wen Jiu was saying the most heartbreaking words in the most gentle tone.

Qingyue was stunned for a moment, he was only half-baked in acting, he couldn't even produce a decent masterpiece, so what about his strength.

But so what?Doesn't strength also have to give way to capital?

Taking advantage of the gap between Qingyue's stunned eyes, Wen Jiu glanced at everyone and said, "Why are you assigned to this group? Don't you have any idea in your mind? In the absence of strength to lead the way, all performances are to present the most perfect stage effect as a principle."

Wen Jiu's words were not aimed at anyone specifically, this was her inner thoughts, and it was also a reminder to everyone.

But from Qingyue's point of view, this is not the case, Wen Jiu is clearly trying to embarrass him on purpose.

When Wen Jiu met her eyes, Sang Ning gave Wen Jiu a wink.

Wen Jiu's tense face almost failed, how could she fail to read the meaning in Sang Ning's eyes.

Swearing is fine, there is no difference in attack.

The corners of Wen Jiu's lips curled up slightly, and he shook his head slightly at Sang Ning, the meaning in his eyes was obvious: I didn't scold you.

"Since Qingyue wants to play this role so much, why don't we play a PK together." Sang Ning looked at Wen Jiu and suggested.

Sang Ning felt that it was difficult enough for a woman to disguise herself as a man, but in the end, she was asked to play a role that was neither male nor female, and even jumped directly to the hell mode.

Since both the screenwriter and Wen Jiu feel that she has the potential to play Nine Thousand Years Old, why not give it a try.

Since Qingyue also wants to act, let's pk together, whoever wins will win, this is the fairest way.

Sang Ning didn't bother to let others think that she was sent up by Wen Jiu and the screenwriter.

"Okay, I accept the proposal of trial play pk!" Qingyue said loudly.

What kind of thing is Sang Ning? It's not like he hasn't seen the clips of her acting. It's polite to describe it as a pile of defenses!
Wen Jiu and the screenwriter looked at each other, and the editor nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then you choose a scene from the script and perform it yourself, and your team members vote to decide." Wen Jiu said, just in time, she also wanted to see if Sang Ning could bring a different interpretation.

With a well-thought-out plan, Qingyue raised his hand to indicate that he would be the first to go first. He chose the parting scene of Jiu Qiansui and his sweetheart before he died.

Jiuqian's sweetheart is the maid who entered the palace with him. The little maid is kind-hearted and takes good care of him. She is a light of redemption in his dark struggle.

He was ruthless all his life, and his only tenderness was reserved for the little maid. Even when he was dying, the only thing he couldn't let go of was that he could no longer protect the little maid.

The little maid's name is Qiuqiu, and Qingyue picked Wang Qiuhong to play with him. The two of them started to play after they were shot by the general at nine thousand years old and fell to the ground.

"Uh——" Qingyue uttered exaggeratedly in pain, resembling a belching sound.

Everyone couldn't help pursing their lips and holding back their laughter, even Wang Qiuhong, who was playing opposite him, almost made an appearance.

However, Qingyue himself didn't think there was any problem, he was still very immersed in his performance world, and with a painful groan, he fell to the ground.

"Xiao Kangzi!" Wang Qiuhong yelled and ran over to hug Qingyue.

This was Jiu Qiansui's name when he entered the palace. As his power became more and more powerful, no one in the palace dared to call this name except the emperor and Qiuqiu.

Qingyue was held in Wang Qiuhong's arms, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and when he raised his head again, his eyes were full of tears.

Sang Ning sighed in amazement, although Qingyue's performance was a bit exaggerated, she really admired the fact that she would cry whenever she said it.

Qingyue raised his hand and stroked Wang Qiuhong's face, his lips trembled several times before he spoke: "Qiuqiu, I'm sorry, I will never be able to protect you from now on."

"Xiao Kangzi, you have to hold on, and you will be fine!"

Wang Qiuhong had already cried so much that she held Qingyue's hand against her face and rubbed against his palm with all her strength, as if she could feel at ease only by feeling the temperature of his palm.

"Pfft - puff -" Qingyue vomited several mouthfuls of blood again.

Wang Qiuhong's hand trembled, almost knocking Qingyue to the ground.

When acting, the state of the opponent is very important. Wang Qiuhong gritted her teeth tightly, and then held back her laughter. Qingyue's performance is really hard to describe.

"No, Qiuqiu, I'm already too late..." Qingyue became very weak, and his anger was as thin as a thread, "The thing I regret the most is that I didn't get you out of the palace earlier, I should have replaced you when I was most powerful. You find a good marriage, let you marry a good man, and live your life happily."

"It's a pity——" Qingyue looked up at the sky, and thumped his chest hard, "It's a pity that it's hard to buy regret medicine in the world, it's already too late—"

After finishing speaking, Qingyue closed his eyes unwillingly and remorsefully, and suddenly lowered his hands, signaling the end of his statement.

And Wang Qiuhong was supposed to hold his corpse and cry bitterly, but Qingyue's performance was so dramatic that she couldn't put herself into a state of grief until now, so she simply skipped this step and helped Qingyue After sitting upright, stand up.

Sensing Wang Qiuhong getting up, Qingyue also stood up, and asked Wen Jiu and the screenwriter expectantly: "Teachers, what do you think of my performance?"

The screenwriter bit her lower lip hard, wanting to say that Qingyue's performance was a kind of spiritual pollution to her.

Really didn't know how to comment, and was anxious, Wen Jiu said first: "Sangsang, it's your turn, let's play the scene just now."