There is no sign of newcomers

"No need to introduce yourself, let's get started directly." Yun Zhixia said with a smile.

Whenever I see Yan Fuguang, she is always so calm and calm. Yun Zhixia is particularly satisfied. It is best to shock the whole audience from beginning to end, so that others can't find a reason to refute.

The assistant director handed Yan Fuguang a piece of paper. The format was similar to what Yun Zhixia showed her last time. It was a short scene description followed by a dialogue.

"You have five minutes to prepare. You can start whenever you are ready." Qu Xiang explained.

He is very curious now, and the fatigue of the whole morning has been wiped away. He is looking forward to what surprises will come next.

The excerpt this time is about Princess Fuguang learning that King Wei was seriously injured and died in the deep palace. The two parties in the conversation were the heroine and Queen Wei.

Although she had dabbled in reading, horseback riding and shooting because of her parents' love since childhood, Princess Fuguang was still childish at that time and had never thought about what her father's death would mean to her.

Yan Fuguang still remembers that when she traveled through time, it was already when Princess Fuguang fainted at the wake, so this part really needs to be performed, not her personal experience.

Of course, this is not difficult.

People who have never drank Meng Po Soup are so unscrupulous. No matter what role she plays, she can find similar scenes in her vast memories, so that the two teachers have always praised her for her outstanding talent in whatever role she plays.

Yan Fuguang memorizes lines very quickly, and he can get into the mood after a little preparation.

After she said OK, the camera in the room started filming, and the assistant director helped with all other roles.

"Mother, I'm back!"

Princess Fuguang ran in like a gust of wind. Seeing that the queen was sad again, she came forward to comfort her.

"Mother, didn't my father say that he would come back in autumn? The leaves outside are already a little yellow, don't worry, they will be back soon."

Queen Wei often sheds tears these days, and she has seen her cry several times.

"Fu Guang...Fu Guang...your father, he..."

Only then did Princess Fuguang see her mother's face full of tears.

She was stunned for a moment, and then asked anxiously: "What's wrong with my father? Is he injured? Or is he sick?"

But Queen Wei burst into tears and couldn't form a sentence.

Silent panic instantly enveloped Fuguang. Although she was young, she also knew the cruelty of war, but she never doubted whether her father would be able to come back from this personal expedition.

Queen Wei was still crying, and she had no time to care about her daughter's emotions.

The anxious Fu Guang desperately needed someone to tell her the truth, but before she could call someone in, Queen Wei had already passed out.

This sudden change made Fuguang panic, and she could only force herself to calm down.

"Yinzhang, Yinzhang!" Fuguang called her personal maid, "Quickly go and find Doctor Taichang. She said that the queen mother is not feeling well. Go quickly!"

Because the queen fell ill, the inner court was in chaos. No one could answer Fuguang's confusion. She could only go to Taiwu, the high priest who had been teaching her.

Fu Guang guarded his mother, not daring to take a single step away, until the seal said the high priest had arrived.

"Princess."

"Lord Taiwu."

When Fuguang saw the teacher, his panic finally calmed down a little.

"How is my father doing now? Can you tell me the truth?"

With great hope, she just wanted to hear the answer she wanted to hear.

But the world is ruthless, and she will not let her wishes come true just because she is the princess of the Eastern Wei Dynasty.

There was a trace of compassion in the eyes of the high priest: "The King of Wei passed away in front of the battle, and the army was escorting him back to the city."

The Kingdom of Wei does not yet have a heir, and no one knows what the future will be like for the child he has grown up with.

"Died in front of the battle? What does it mean to die in front of the battle? Did you lie to me? They must have spread the wrong message. It's impossible, it's impossible!"

Fuguang kept repeating these words as if his faith collapsed.

She was just a little girl in her teens. She was born with great expectations and was pampered by all the people until she grew up. But now she was suddenly told that the sky was falling?

At this time, Fuguang could not imagine the ups and downs of the country's fortunes, nor could he imagine where his fate in this life would go.

At this moment, she is just a child who suddenly lost her father, and her only remaining support, Queen Wei, is now unknown.

This scene ends here. It is very short and has not many lines, but the focus is on Princess Fuguang's emotional transformation within a few minutes.

Unlike the later empresses, the princess of the Eastern Wei Dynasty at this time was innocent and charming, but not completely weak and ignorant.

She can be sad or even cry, but the tenacity hidden in her character cannot be lost, otherwise the later transformation process will appear very abrupt.

"My show is over."

Yan Fuguang quickly broke away from his emotions and turned around to stand where he was at the beginning.

Yun Zhixia's heart and eyes were full of joy, and Yan Fuguang had made greater progress this time than the last time they met.

After all, she felt that Yan Fuguang's temperament was more suitable for the empress from the beginning, but whether she could grasp the princess's charm remained to be considered, but judging from this performance, she definitely worked hard.

What is particularly worth mentioning is the innate ancient charm of Yan Fuguang, which can be called a comfortable elegance.

Zhou Li also consciously leaned in this direction when he auditioned before. Generally speaking, there is nothing wrong with it, but when compared with the current Yan Fuguang, you can clearly feel what is a real antique and what is a modern imitation.

Because Yun Zhixia had certain psychological expectations, her reaction was normal, but the others next to her were different.

Qu Xiang originally looked at the newcomers, but he couldn't help but sit upright as he looked at them.

There is no sign of a newcomer here!

It's not that Yan Fuguang's acting skills are so superb, but that she is very natural from beginning to end, as if this is just a fragment of what she has experienced before, and now she is just showing that past to them.

Jiang Zhongqi and Wang Jie also felt the same way at this moment. They were both disapproving of Yun Zhixia's recommendation of a newcomer, but now they found that this was not the case.

Yun Zhixia looked around and then said, "How about, try another paragraph?"

Qu Xiang also agreed and asked Yun Zhixia for his opinion: "Okay, why not try that section, the contrast will be bigger."

He took out another piece of paper from the folder and pushed it forward.

Yan Fuguang stepped forward to take it and quickly scanned it. The contrast was indeed quite large.

This section is about the empress's ascension to the throne. There is not a single line from beginning to end, and the solemnity and solemnity of that moment are performed entirely by body and expression.

Moreover, the heroine did not inherit a prosperous dynasty. Instead, from the moment she took that position, she had to shoulder the responsibility of the rise and fall of the Eastern Wei Dynasty as a king.

Comparatively speaking, the difficulty of this scene is definitely much higher than the previous one, and Qu Xiang really has a test in mind.

But he didn't know that this was Yan Fuguang's real life, and the answers she could hand in would far exceed everyone's imagination.
Chapter completed!