Before he could figure it out, the third shot had already begun.

There was chaos in the main hall, and the servants protected the princess and retreated, and they were about to be defeated.

There were fewer and fewer people protecting the princess, and suddenly someone's eyes lit up: "General!"

"General..."

Ye Jing swung away the enemy in front of him with his sword, held the sword tightly, and rushed forward.

The executive director's eyes widened and he mouthed: "Lines! Lines!"

Ye Jingfei jumped to block the sword for the princess, blood spattered on his face and dripped down his eyelashes, but he didn't blink.

He tried his best to block another move, but he didn't fall down.

With his long sword on the ground, he half-knelt in front of the princess to block her behind him, his eyes resolute and resolute: "Your Royal Highness!"

He seemed to want to say something, but the blood in his mouth grew more and more.

Even paying special attention to inspiration.

The hilt of the sword moved slightly and rested against his chin, but his noble head did not drop until he died.

Seeing that they were chatting animatedly, he did not go over to them and quietly went back to the dressing room to remove his makeup.

If he said it was to increase the duration, would he be slapped?

Ye Jing thought for a while and said honestly: "I analyzed the life of the general."

Almost as soon as the call was sent, Zhao Changming called: "Come to the company."

After all, rebirth is his greatest reliance.

The two met their eyes and Director Zhuang smiled: "Try it while the energy you had just now is still there."

Could it be...

What on earth is going on? It’s so mysterious.

The more I listened, the brighter the screenwriter's eyes became, full of surprise.

[Just finished shooting, on the way home.]

But before he said a few words, someone called him screenwriter, and Ye Jing said goodbye politely.

There were constant fighting and killings all around, and blood was still dripping from his face.

Anyone with eyes could see Ye Jing's performance just now. In just a few seconds, he fell into the drama.

not to mention……

The princess fell to the ground and shouted sadly: "General!"

Zhang Qian was even more excited, what a great opportunity!

Ye Jing's eyes were calm, deepening and sublimating the general's feelings: "He has no regrets in protecting his beloved. He has no regrets in sacrificing his life for the country!"

"Huh?" The executive director turned back in confusion. Isn't it time for Yuan Zhou to take the stage?

Embarrassing.

Fortunately, the company is not far from here, and when I arrived, I happened to see Zhao Changming getting out of the car.

On the way back, Zhang Qian was very happy: "Hurry up and add her! This Wu Qian is quite capable. The Republic of China drama last year was very popular and she wrote it!"

The screenwriter was obviously surprised by Ye Jing's excellent performance. When he finished, he came over and said, "You have a very deep understanding of this character."

He closed his eyes, turned around and entered the dressing room again.

"Okay." Ye Jing was quite surprised.

Finally, Ye Jing made a conclusion about the relationship between the general and the princess: "This childhood sweetheart's secret love... finally died for the country and protected the princess. His emotions were full, not just sadness and unwillingness."

Ye Jing responded and sent a friend request.

Zhuang Tianming flicked his cigarette and suddenly said: "Take a picture of the first two scenes."

Suddenly, the screenwriter's eyes lit up and he typed the script: "Yes! That's right! Director Zhuang! When the princess agrees to marry in another country, and Fengguan Xiapei bids her farewell, I think it's okay..."

Although Ye Jing's filming was good, he also heard that he was stuck in this line and could not speak it smoothly.

Fierce and murderous, his hand held the hilt of the sword with slight force, as if he would stand up in the next second.

Ye Jing's eyebrows narrowed slightly and his voice was low: "The general has a loyal family. He followed his father to practice martial arts since he was a child. He has developed martial arts skills by climbing and rolling."

As soon as these words came out, Director Zhuang and the screenwriter became energetic.

No one knew that the hands hidden in the long sleeves were already clenched into fists.

Seeing that it was finally over, Yuan Zhou, who was full of doubts, gathered his emotions and walked forward with a smile.

It seems that he made the right bet.

At this moment, Ye Jing is the general, and the general is Ye Jing.

Director Zhuang held the cigarette and squinted his eyes: "What is it?"

The moment they passed each other, Ye Jing lowered his voice: "Thank you for running with me."

Lost in her own thoughts, she quickly turned to that page and discussed it with Director Zhuang very excitedly.

Could it be that Zhao Changming found foreign aid for Ye Jing? This thought flashed through his mind.

When they left, the screenwriter specifically looked for him and handed him a business card: "Ye Jing, right? My name is Wu Qian. You gave me a new inspiration. Please add me on WeChat later and keep in touch when you have time."

Now, it's his turn...

Seeing the extras who were watching from a distance being called over to prepare, the manager who had been playing with his cell phone glanced at the screenwriter, walked towards Yuan Zhou, and said quietly: "Change clothes."

The lines are not finished yet!

He bit the blood bag in advance!

Zhang Qian shook his hands, thinking that something was wrong.

But he couldn't say the next words. He was unwilling to give up, but there was a bright light in his eyes.

Just a leaf scene...

Director Zhuang waved his hand, his eyes showing interest: "Okay."

Zhang Qian frowned, a little confused.

Seeing him go over to talk to Director Zhuang, Yuan Zhou knew that the matter was a foregone conclusion.

"Here we come." Zhao Changming walked in front with a hurried expression: "Let's talk about it when we get up."

As a result, Zhao Changming sent the message first: [Where is it?]

Pass through the chest and kill with one blow.

He didn't move a muscle, didn't even blink.

Last night's homework was not in vain. Ye Jingxin picked it up without even pausing.

The executive director called out, and Ye Jing stood up and rubbed his chin. The mark was quite obvious.

Zhang Qian followed in and quietly lowered his voice: "I have been watching. When you came on stage later, Yuan Zhou and the others left."

Yuan Zhou was shocked and a little unwilling: "I..."

He even sat up slightly, the cigarette on his finger slowly burning, and when the wind blew, some ash fell to the ground.

Although the lines were spoken a little late, this subtle change made the general's image more three-dimensional.

Compared with directors who like to dig into details, those who code words are more interested in cutting corners.

Yuan Zhou's face remained calm and relaxed, and he even smiled.

In the midst of my grief, I suddenly felt relieved, but I had no regrets.

More importantly, it is unwillingness.

Yuan Zhou stopped and looked at Ye Jing.

Ye Jing's lines are obviously not fluent...

But it doesn't matter, the next opportunity is still his.

However, no one dared to remind him, and Director Zhuang did not shout to stop.

The screenwriter has been sitting silently, but the mobile phone in his hand has been stuck on one page for a long time without changing.

The crying behind him suddenly became louder and louder.

But based on his understanding of Yuan Zhou, he couldn't do this.

"OK."

"This..." The executive director hesitated: "Director Zhuang..."

The plot is going on, but Ye Jing remains motionless.

As if he didn't pay attention, Ye Jing turned around and walked back.
To be continued...