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Chapter 86
Wei Ziqian, who always thought he was cheerful and outgoing, didn't open his mouth until Yan Fuguang left. He only returned a stiff smile when Yan Fuguang greeted him.

It wasn't until he walked away that he realized that his palms were covered with sweat. Fortunately, no one noticed his strangeness.

When it was his turn to shoot again, he stood still, closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, before his stiff shoulders slowly relaxed.

Yan Fuguang returned to the dressing room, and the second thing he wanted to change was the Dagon Mian suit he wore when he ascended the throne.

It was a pretty complicated outfit, far more complicated than anything she'd ever worn.

The color is quite consistent, but the vermilion made by modern weaving and dyeing technology is more colorful, like the red sun, as if there is a fire burning fiercely in front of you.

The borders at the sleeves use black silk threads to display square auspicious cloud patterns, and the belt is also black, with a piece hanging from the middle of the belt to cover the knees, and imitation jade ribbons on both sides.

There are five pieces in total from the inside to the outside, layered on the upper body, and then put on the handmade crown, the whole body weighed at least twenty pounds.

"Wow!"

Zhang Yuanyuan was so excited that she yelled out.

As a modern person, she must have never seen a real emperor, but when Yan Fuguang walked out from behind the curtain, this unpretentious room seemed to have instantly turned into a majestic palace, and Her Majesty the Queen was addressing everyone with supreme majesty. Come slowly.

Zhang Yuanyuan let out a groan, and the rest of the people couldn't help it, and praised one after another.

This is not some commercial bragging!

Both the makeup artist and the costume artist have seen the renderings, but the renderings can't compare to real people.

The 3D modeling portraits are not even one ten thousandth of Yan Fuguang's charm.

Perhaps because of wearing the crown dress, Yan Fuguang's memory was dragged back to the past again, and the aura of the empress returned to her unconsciously.

Mo Yun, who was very familiar with her, immediately felt the difference. At this time, Yan Fuguang seemed to be completely different.

Yan Fuguang, covered in vermilion, returned to the studio again.

She walked towards the crowd step by step.

Last time it was just a few seconds of silence, but now, the whole world hit the pause button.

The thousands of square meters of the studio can be heard, every corner is quiet, only the beads on Yan Fuguang's crown will swing with the stride and make a crisp collision sound.

The scarlet figure carries the majesty of a king and inherent nobility, as if her country is everywhere she looks.

"I am convinced, look at this aura, she is not the queen who is the queen!"

"If this makeup photo is released, I will go crazy if I am the audience!"

"The newcomers are so scary!"

Gradually, the voices of discussion reached Yun Zhixia's ears, and she thought to herself that this is the time to go, and the live-action shooting is the time for Yan Fuguang to kill all directions.

Rong Jun and Yang Hongji, who played the role of the high priest Taiwu, were both present at the scene. Looking at Yan Fuguang, who is full of majesty and dignity, he was also deeply moved.

"Isn't this girl under twenty? I noticed it at the reading session that day. The lines are very good. I didn't expect her expressiveness to be so good."

Yang Hongji was wearing Zaizhi's court uniform, with a long beard stuck to his chin, and he stroked it when he spoke, which has already begun to bring him into the life of the ancients.

Rong Jun also nodded when he heard the words.

He is more than 70 years old this year, and he is a genuine old drama player, especially in costume dramas. Over the years, he has acted in almost every courtier of every dynasty, and has "served" all kinds of emperors. But I have to say that Yan Fuguang is a little girl.

It is said that acting requires life experience. If you don’t have any experience, you can experience it yourself and try it yourself, but where can Yan Fuguang experience the life of an empress?
What's more, Yan Fuguang is still so young, even if she created an image of an empress entirely by imagination, can she really fully interpret it?

This is not just the confusion of Rongjun alone, maybe all the cast and crew have the same doubts.

But today, everyone who saw Yan Fuguang taking makeup photos at the scene should at least have dispelled half of their worries.

At least in Rongjun's eyes, this is what the legendary Eastern Wei empress should look like.

The scene in the studio was still full of excitement, but from time to time someone sneaked a glance in Yan Fuguang's direction.

The cameraman clicked, and Ye Jingtian led the working group to take notes all the time to see if there were any details that needed to be revised.

The weight of the twenty-odd catties of the outfit made people's shoulders sink. If it was Yan Fuguang who was a few months ago, he might not be able to carry it in 10 minutes.

Because there are a lot of clothes to be photographed, she was busy from [-]:[-] in the morning to [-]:[-] in the middle of the night. Although her physical condition has improved a lot, she still feels backache.

Mo Yun went back to Shanghai after lunch, and now only Zhang Yuanyuan was with her in the group.

When the two of them left the studio, it was pitch black outside, and if it wasn't for the moon, they couldn't even see the road clearly.

"That's the only bad thing about this place. The infrastructure is not complete. Unlike Hengzhen, everything is convenient."

Zhang Yuanyuan was so cold that she couldn't even feel warm enough in a long down jacket.

"Give you my scarf too?" Yan Fuguang saw that her teeth were trembling, so he wanted to untie the scarf and give it to her.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't, it doesn't matter if I have a cold, but your cold will kill you." Zhang Yuanyuan quickly shook her head, "You have to continue filming tomorrow, if the condition is not good, I will be a sinner."

Today, Yan Fuguang's solo photos are all taken, and there are still several group photos and group photos that have not been taken, so I have to come to the studio to report tomorrow morning.

"Then hurry up and go back to cook a bowl of noodles. You can eat something hot before going to sleep."

The two trotted all the way to the parking lot. The crew provided a caravan for the main actors, so there was no need to worry about having no place to rest during filming.

The hotel included by the crew is about ten minutes away from the studio, and there are not many crews in Xiling Studios, so this hotel only accommodates a crew of "The Empress".

Fortunately, there are not many film crews and there are not many paparazzi, unlike Hengzhen, which is the "sacred place" in the eyes of the paparazzi.

The car drove to the entrance of the hotel, and the warm light projected from the lobby finally made Zhang Yuanyuan feel the warmth of home.

If nothing else, this will be her "home" for the next six months.

Just as the two were about to go up the steps, another car drove in behind, and Wei Ziqian and his assistant got off.

Both of them were carrying things in their hands, and they were stunned for a moment when they saw someone standing on the steps.

"Miss Yan?"

Seeing Yan Fuguang suddenly, Wei Ziqian suddenly became a little nervous: "Well, you're so busy that you didn't come back until now?"

He finished early today, and came back around eight o'clock. He didn't expect Yan Fuguang to be busy until now.

"Well, I just finished filming." Yan Fuguang nodded.

Zhang Yuanyuan stood aside, her eyes couldn't help but drift to the hands of the two.

It was really delicious. The aroma of food was a torture to her who was cold and hungry.

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