Kuai Chuan's face-slapping gold finger

Chapter 43

Wei Lan came out of the conference room with a smile on his face.

Zhao Wan snorted coldly in his heart, what a bitch, didn't he just sleep with the investor all over the place?That chin is so sharp that it almost sticks out, so you won't be afraid of being accused of intentionally hurting you when you kiss someone?Do you really think everyone is blind and can't see your plastic surgery?It's obvious that he's about to turn four, but he's ashamed to change his age to be younger than me, shit!
However, she had a look of surprise on her face: "Sister Lan seems to be doing very well."

Wei Lan covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "Sister Zhao is here for you, please work hard."

"..."

The rest of the people tried their best to reduce their sense of existence.

Just as the two were tearing each other down, the woman in the suit came out again: "Miss Zhao Wan, please follow me, the next Miss Mu Qiuyang is ready."

"Who?!" Zhao Wan's eyeballs almost fell out of shock.

The woman in the suit looked at her suspiciously, then lowered her head to confirm the list in her hand, and repeated: "Miss Mu Qiuyang."

"I see, thank you." Yu Miaojun nodded to the woman in the suit.

Everyone at the scene cast their eyes on her, a face that had never been seen before, and it didn't look like there was a background, they all thought she was here to audition for some tricks, but it turned out to be the heroine, and she was unexpectedly received Invited?
When Zhao Wan entered the meeting room in a daze, Yu Miaojun simply closed her eyes and rested her mind. She didn't want to satisfy everyone's curiosity.

There are four people in the room——director Lu Shucun, screenwriter Wang Xiaoling, and an elite man wearing glasses, who is a representative of the investor, and the rest is the woman in a suit, probably a secretary.

Director Lu's pace was very fast, and he asked the secretary to give Zhao Wan a piece of paper with a few lines on it.

"This is the line of Empress Cen before she died. Ms. Zhao will try this scene now. Well, Empress Dowager Cen and the little emperor are in the cold Fengtian Palace. She killed her son and then committed suicide."

Zhao Wan was shocked, and then woke up from the trance, and immediately realized that she was here for an audition, and hurriedly adjusted his mood.

She silently recited the lines on the paper, walked slowly to the center of the room, and there seemed to be a majestic Fengtian Hall with carved beams and paintings in front of her eyes. It was almost dusk, and the light in Fengtian Hall was dim. She slowly climbed the white jade steps. It came to her mind—living tremblingly in the deep palace; being forced to retreat to Yulong Mountain by the imperial concubine during pregnancy; giving birth to the emperor's son and only daring to close the palace gate to live; ...

She is a weak person, only the emperor can make her strong in this life, but her strength is too weak to hold up the sky for him, and even resistance can't make waves.

She caressed the dragon seat, and the cold touch from the golden nanmu lacquer made her shudder like this imperial palace. A blush dyed by the setting sun flowed in through the gate of the palace. The little emperor stood in the middle of the hall and looked at it in a daze. she.

"Emperor, come to the queen mother." She waved softly with a warm voice.

The little emperor ran over unsteadily and threw himself into her arms, only to hear her softly say: "Don't the emperor like to listen to stories? Can the queen mother tell you?"

The little emperor curled up in her arms and nodded excitedly, but she couldn't see a string of teardrops running across her cheeks. Cen Ningyao took out a dagger from his sleeve, trembling slightly uncontrollably, her lips were bitten out of blood , a stern look flashed in her deep black eyes, and she cruelly stabbed the dagger straight into the little emperor's heart from behind.

This is a precious knife, cutting iron like mud, the sound of the blade piercing into the flesh is disgusting, the little emperor gradually softened before he could make a sound, Cen Ningyao hugged the emperor's son's corpse tightly, crying silently.

This life finally completely sank into darkness, and she buried the only light in her life with her own hands...

"Empress Killing Demon? Killing Wudao?" In the dark and quiet Fengtian Palace, creepy laughter echoed.

"Why do you need a woman and a child to carry this huge world?"

"Why do we always blame our women for the crimes that bring disaster to the country and the people?"

"Isn't it you guys who are usually dignified and talkative, who caused chaos in the world?!"

The hall was silent, and no one came to answer.

She watched the sunset gradually sinking, and the afterglow was like a bloody river in the sky.

Blood sprayed from her neck, splashed wet the dragon chair, and stained the white jade and gold bricks under the seat red.

She gradually let go of the hand holding Huang'er, and fell down softly, but her eyes were wide open all the time, as if she wanted to see all this more clearly, as if she wanted to keep her resentment in Fengtian Palace forever, so that The soul looks down on every emperor and their courtiers, witnessing the decline and demise of one dynasty after another...

"Teachers, my performance is complete." Zhao Wan said in a relaxed tone, wiping away tears and lips.

Amazement flashed across the elite man's eyes, he took the lead in applauding, the director and screenwriter showed satisfaction, and the elite man praised her without hesitation, which made Zhao Wan feel a little flustered when he left, until she saw Mu Qiuyang in the waiting room , as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her head, it made her irritable again.

Under her complicated gaze, Mu Qiuyang followed the woman in the suit into the meeting room.

"Director Lu, is she the one who wrote more than 1 words about the analysis of Cen Ningyao's character?" The screenwriter asked with a smile, obviously already had the answer in his heart.

The reason why Yu Miaojun was able to win this audition opportunity was because of the very accurate character analysis of more than 1 characters. She inferred the director's inclination for the role from the jade slips, and deliberately took a trick, and she really got a surprise.Of course, it also benefited from the accumulation of Mu Qiuyang's childhood acting experience and professional background, but these advantages were given up by the original owner of the body without hesitation.

"Well, it's her." Although Lu Shucun met her once in private, he still looked at her seriously, and felt that she looked better than the last time he met. She had a standard face shape and delicate features, and those eyes seemed to hide a story. Zhang is a face that is very suitable for the big screen. "Xiao Yao, give her the lines."

Also let her try the last scene.

Zui Miaojun took a deep breath, her eyes gradually became hollow, her expression was numb, although the queen's nobility and majesty could be vaguely seen in her movements, but the tense back of every step revealed her inner cautiousness and uneasiness.

The setting sun shone sparsely into the Fengtian Hall, and the shadows of the stone sculptures cast distorted shadows on the ground, like a waking monster trying to tear her thin figure apart with its teeth and claws.

Cen Ningyao walked towards the little emperor, and said with a bewitching smile, "Emperor, come to the queen mother."

The little emperor approached her trustingly. In this cold hall, the empress's embrace was the only warmth. "Don't the emperor like to listen to stories? Can the empress tell you?"

While speaking, she took out the dagger from her sleeve, and stabbed it firmly into the vest of the emperor, with a cold expression, without any hesitation or struggle.

Why should we stay in this disgusting and dirty world?

When the rebels invade Fengtian Palace, how can the new emperor treat her emperor kindly?He was still so small, so well-behaved, as pure and innocent as the first snow melted by the warm sun, he shouldn't have encountered this.

Rather than living a life of ugliness, or dying without dignity at the hands of the rebels, experiencing panic, pain, unwillingness and despair, turning white into black and becoming ugly, it is better to let her end all of this by herself!Just let him sleep in his mother's arms forever, pure and kind forever, and their souls will always be together, and they will never be alone again.

Hot blood spattered, and ghostly scarlet appeared on Cen Ningyao's fair face. She smiled, with longing and relief for the afterlife world, smiling gratifyingly and gently.

Cen Ningyao picked up the limp corpse of the little emperor, and walked towards the afterglow step by step, the setting sun was like a burning flame in the distant sky.

"Empress Killing Demon? Killing Wudao?"

She took off her cloak and wrapped it around the little emperor, patted his corpse, and tauntingly recited the slogans chanted by the righteous soldiers of the rebel army like humming a song.

She asked: "Why should a woman and a child bear the burden of this vast world?"

You keep saying that the world is not a world of one surname, but a world of all people, and a world governed by scholars and bureaucrats. If this is the case, where are you at this time?Did he kneel at the gate of the city to welcome the new emperor, or did he flee the capital with his family already? !

She asked: "Why do we always blame our women for the crimes that bring disaster to the country and the people?"

You have no people in your heart, you can't control your heart, let the world suffer, but you push women who don't understand politics and have nothing to do, to cover up your incompetence and cowardice, in an attempt to escape the catastrophe of public opinion, and block the world. mouth!
She asked: "Isn't it you guys who are usually dignified and talkative, who caused chaos in the world?!"

Her words were sarcasm, her voice was blood and tears, and there was only wind in the world.

Cen Ningyao took a last look at the sunset that was gradually disappearing in the mountains. It was so gorgeous and dazzling that even though it would be swallowed up by the night for a while, it would still rise tomorrow and shine brightly on the earth.

Maybe she and the emperor will bear the infamy of the world, but she believes that one day, history will prove everything!
A drop of tear mixed with hot blood soaked into her golden silk dress.

Under the golden-red sea of ​​clouds, she seemed to see the world a thousand years later, where everyone is equal, women can be in politics, and women can also hold power, where there is no contempt and oppression, it is a golden age where there is no need to give in and compromise!
When Yu Miaojun came out, Zhao Wan hadn't left yet, and his eyes were almost glued to her face, trying to see something, but Mu Qiuyang's face was calm, neither good nor bad.

Zhao Wan felt unwilling and wanted to go forward to inquire, but also felt that he was acting too eagerly in front of everyone, so he could only watch Mu Qiuyang leave helplessly.

As soon as he entered the parking lot, Yu Miaojun saw Yang Zhao's car, and the other party came down and opened the door for her, and asked, "How is it?"

Zui Miaojun thanked, "Is there any problem with acting according to the last Wei empress of Beisheng?"

That was also a woman with a tragic fate, who had a similar experience to Empress Cen.

Just as Yang Zhao was about to say more, he suddenly heard a surprised voice: "Ah, is it you?"

Turning his head, it was actually Zhao Wan who hurriedly chased after him.

(End of this chapter)