That was the end of Qin Guan's long-term work. After a short stay in the capital, he would go back to Taiwan for his new journey.
Only then did he realize how difficult it was to shoot an annual TV series. He also understood what it meant to shoot a long TV series.
It seemed that in the future, if he didn't have enough time to take on such a show, he might end up in a miserable situation where he had to jump from one cast to another.
This was not in line with Qin Guan's idea of being a relaxed actor. As he waved the fan in one hand and held an iced watermelon in the other, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Crunch!
It was crispy and sweet!
"Wang Liying, you bought a good watermelon!"
"Of course! The little brother selling watermelons even erased the change for me. "
Like boss, like employee. How much is a watermelon? Is it suitable?
Yes, it's suitable. The director is even worse. Maybe it's because Qin Guan is too relaxed, or maybe it's because of the large number of onlookers. Or maybe it's because the director is too busy, but he hasn't eaten a single watermelon yet.
Anyway, Director Hu Mei's tone was inexplicably hot-tempered.
"What are you doing? Those who are eating watermelons, get ready! "
Crunch! Crunch!
Qin Guan didn't put down the watermelon. Instead, he bit it faster.
"You! Don't look at others! Put down the watermelon! Costume team! Costume team! Look at how you dress the actors! "
There was a black seed on his cheek. He looked down at his open robe, his crooked bandages, and his sweaty chest.
It was over. It had just been bright for a while, and now it was going to be covered again. It's a wet southern day. It's better to be dry and warm.
Qin Guan wiped his mouth helplessly and walked into the hall, muttering to himself.
"Sexual skills! Get ready for the second last scene!"
Chen Baoguo and Qin Guan went to the bedroom of the Qin Palace, which was facing the sun. Tian Fen was there to persuade Emperor Wu to be gentle to Chen Ajiao.
The camera followed Chen Baoguo and Qin Guan on a fixed track.
"Your Majesty, as your uncle, I would like to remind you that from now on, you can only trust the queen. Be gentle to her."
Qin Guan's beard had reached his chest by the time he said that. The middle-aged man had a knowing look on his face.
When he said the words "gentle and sweet", he put a lot of effort into his words. His eyes were full of indecency.
Chen Baoguo, who was standing at the side, maintained a faint smile as he sat down on the railing of the palace's long corridor. His bright red robe and black muslin accentuated his heroic bearing.
Although Chen Baoguo wasn't young and he wasn't handsome, the performance of the two good actors made the two of them work well together.
Every action in the plot was so smooth and natural.
Then Chen Baoguo asked, "Uncle, what do you mean by gentle and sweet?"
For a man who had slept with a palace maid before his wedding, as well as various princesses and singers, he knew how to be domineering and conquer. Sweet and gentle? What is that?
Qin Guan was stunned. He stared at Chen Baoguo's serious face for three or four seconds. Then he licked his lips and swallowed.
Qin Guan raised his fists and spread them slowly in front of Chen Baoguo. His words were full of meaning. "Your Majesty, you should know that there are seven losses and eight benefits, ten stillness and ten movements."
What is that? I don't understand.
"What?" Chen Baoguo didn't understand either.
He whispered in Qin Guan's ear. In the end, Qin Guan was not shameless enough to say it out loud.
Then, Chen Baoguo's expression was very subtle. He used this disdainful and strange look that all men would understand to look at his uncle, who was standing beside him.
He even subconsciously swept his hands over his crotch a few times, which he couldn't say out loud.
Then, even though he understood, he shook his head on purpose.
Qin Guan was shocked. (⊙ o ⊙) I've said it so clearly. You still don't understand?
Then, with a whoosh, Qin Guan took out a thick scroll from his bosom. It was a painting drawn on silk. He treated it like a treasure and slowly unfolded it in front of Chen Baoguo.
Erotic Palace Painting.
This was his collector's edition, which was very rare. It was just like a 10GB collector's edition on a computer, which was rarely shared by friends.
Qin Guan was reluctant to let go of it, while Chen Baoguo was interested in the same treasure. There was a huge gap between them.
The bright yellow scroll fell into Chen Baoguo's hands in a few seconds. Qin Guan tried his best to resist, but it was in vain. The emperor even pushed him aside in disgust.
The grief in Qin Guan's eyes seemed to have turned into a tangible force, which penetrated the camera.
Wang Liying shrank back silently. She had always been the first one to take the lead in Qin Guan's dramas, but now she wished she had not been there.
Qin Guan's acting was so real. Did it mean that Qin Guan was also a dirty demon?
Chen Baoguo looked at the painting with great interest. He pointed at a picture of the Overlord Lifting the Cauldron and teased, "This one looks like my uncle."
"How could it be my uncle?" Qin Guan refuted hurriedly. Chen Baoguo made him sound like a strange uncle who was spreading dirty CDs.
"Ha ha ha!"
"Stop!"
Director Hu Mei, who was behind the camera, was the first to laugh. Those who added fuel to the fire were the idlers who were watching the fun.
Qin Guan didn't care at all. As soon as he heard the word "stop," he tore off his robe. In just a short while, his inner clothes were all soaked.
Chen Baoguo was also wearing a thicker costume than Qin Guan, which was unbearable for a typical northerner.
He was annoyed by Qin Guan's speed, so he told Qin Guan in his weird voice, "Uncle, I'll talk to you about the balance of Yin and Yang in the evening."
"Ha!"
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