northernbook Chapter 221 That positioning is divine!
Chapter 221 That positioning is divine!
"All departments, prepare!"
"Scene 47 of 'Beauty's Rival in Palace,' one take, one shot! Action!"
The moment the clapperboard sounded, Jiang Bai's "forced to work" irritability vanished without a trace.
[God-level acting skills (Zhang Yan's special version) - Full power activated!]
In the scene, Zhang Yan, dressed in a crimson purple gown, sits by the pond, her expression as desolate as a wandering soul beneath the palace walls.
A young palace maid carefully held up a freshly picked pink lotus flower, approached Jiang Bai, and smiled ingratiatingly.
"Your Majesty, look how beautifully these lotus flowers are blooming. I picked them especially for you. I guarantee they will fill your room with their fragrance."
Jiang Bai tilted his head slightly, his slender fingertips gently touching the tender petals.
There was no joy in his eyes, but rather a heartbreaking desolation.
"These flowers...are truly beautiful."
Jiang Bai spoke, his voice clear and cold with a hint of hoarseness like smoke, a quality that Zhang Yan possessed after sitting in the deep palace for many years and rarely speaking.
"But once it's out of the water and picked... no matter how beautiful it is, it's nothing more than a corpse."
He gave a self-deprecating smile, his gaze fixed on the towering palace walls in the distance:
"Just like me, outwardly magnificent, but inside... it's rotten to the core."
hiss--
Yu Zheng, behind the monitor, suddenly shivered.
He had thought Jiang Bai would deliver the lines somewhat awkwardly, since such a literary tone was difficult to master.
But Jiang Bai's lowered head and bitter smile just now perfectly captured the meaning of "nothing is more sorrowful than a broken heart"!
Just then.
A little boy dressed in a magnificent dragon robe came running over, calling out, "Mother! Mother!"
The melancholy on Jiang Bai's face vanished instantly, like a receding tide.
He put on a gentle, even maternal smile, and reached out to embrace the child.
"My son, why are you running so fast? Be careful not to fall."
The young emperor gripped Jiang Bai's sleeve, his face tense, his tone carrying an unyielding stubbornness beyond his years:
"Mother, they say you are not my biological mother... They say my birth mother is Zhou Cai Nu, is that true?"
"Tell me, where is she? Was she murdered by the Empress Dowager?!"
Faced with the child's pressing questions, Jiang Bai's expression froze.
Jiang Bai did not respond, nor did he dare to respond.
His sparkling eyes trembled violently.
He recalled Empress Lü's coercion and that absurd wedding.
He thought of Zhou Cainu's death, and of everything that had happened back then.
suddenly.
A crystal tear slid down his cheek without warning, landing precisely on the back of the child's hand.
This precise control over "shedding tears," combined with that desperate yet forcedly gentle expression, is incredibly powerful!
"Wow--!!!"
The young actor, who was supposed to continue rehearsing his lines, was completely stunned the moment he met Jiang Bai's gaze.
He felt that his sister was about to shatter, and the overwhelming sorrow was too much for him, a child, to bear.
"Sister, don't cry! Mother, don't cry! I was wrong! I won't ask anymore!"
The little emperor burst into tears and rushed into Jiang Bai's arms to comfort him.
"Card!!!"
Yu Zheng jumped out from behind the monitor, feeling both amused and exasperated.
"Um... little friend, you're the emperor!"
"You need to be authoritative! You need to interrogate! Why are you even using your mother as a figurehead?"
The staff burst into laughter, instantly easing the tense atmosphere.
"Bai Zhi's acting was so amazing, I almost cried."
"Yes, that tear... amazing! I've never seen tears fall so artistically."
.......
I started playing it again the second time.
This time, although the young actor was still overwhelmed by Jiang Bai's aura and his palms were sweating, he managed to finish the scene, albeit with some stumbles.
"Pass! Perfect!"
The lines are exactly the same, word for word.
The tone was incredibly insightful.
Even the way the voice, suppressed for so long in the deep palace, is controlled and rhythmic is so perfect that it would put professional voice actors to shame.
Yu Zheng's voice was cracking:
"My God! Xiaobai, you're simply a prodigy!"
Yu rushed over like a whirlwind, grabbed Jiang Bai's hand, and excitedly spun him around three times.
Jiang Bai's positioning... is simply divine!
With each camera angle change, his face was always positioned at the perfect golden ratio.
What's even more terrifying is the dialogue. Many top-tier actors, even those with formal training, lack solid dialogue skills and have to resort to dubbing in post-production.
But Jiang Bai's voice just now, with its trembling, pauses, and even a faint sigh, had an immersive, surround-sound quality.
"Little White!"
Yu Zheng moved closer to Jiang Bai, looking at Jiang Bai who had regained his salted fish-like appearance, with a strange look in his eyes:
"Tell me honestly, did you train in a drama theater before?"
"Your delivery of lines and your vocal range are completely different from the times I've seen you before!"
"If you went into voice acting, all those top voice actors would have to lose their jobs!"
Jiang Bai smiled modestly, maintaining the composure of a goddess:
"Director Yu, you flatter me. I just pay close attention to observing life in my daily life."
observe?
You're acting, while I'm reminiscing about the past.
If you were to marry your uncle and live like a widow for thirty years, your lines would be even more solid than mine!
Yu Zheng stared at Jiang Bai's unrealistically beautiful face, and then looked at his slender yet extremely steady hands.
Suddenly, she leaned close to his ear mysteriously and whispered something:
"As expected of the most beautiful cross-dressing master at our Shanghai Theatre Academy, his tone of voice when delivering lines is just perfect, he was born for this job."
Jiang Bai's smile froze instantly.
He slowly turned his head and gave Yu Zheng a standard "Zhang Yan-style cold smile".
Then, she elegantly rolled her eyes.
"roll!"
His cool voice carried a hint of Jiang Bai's own irritability.
Yu Zheng laughed heartily, not angry at all, but in a great mood.
"Alright, alright! My little darling, you're a tough guy, okay?"
"Everyone, take your time! Ten-minute break, get ready to move on!"
.......
The morning's filming concluded with this almost uncanny efficiency.
The schedule originally planned by the assistant director was as fragile as a paper towel in the face of Jiang Bai's "ancestral spirits appearing in the Han Palace" acting skills.
"Cut! That was perfect! Xiaobai, take a break!"
As Yu Zheng shouted with great force, Jiang Bai let out a long sigh of relief, his once upright posture instantly slumped by half.
In order to maintain Zhang Yan's "elegance that comes from within," he had to control his breathing all morning, which was more tiring than running three thousand meters on the track.
Jiang Bai picked up the heavy, dark purple robe, looked it over, and then approached the monitor with some confusion.
"Director Yu, why haven't I seen Yang Mi or the others all morning?"
According to the script, although Zhang Yan has a significant role, many of her scenes are with Empress Lü and Empress Dou.
Yu Zheng, who was happily replaying the close-up of Jiang Bai's downcast eyes and tears, replied without looking up:
"They, Yang Mi and Lin Xinru, are filming other scenes in the next studio."
"Tomorrow! Tomorrow is the main event, when several people will face off against each other."
"Xiaobai, you have to stay calm, don't let the aura of these big shots overwhelm you."
Jiang Bai didn't care.
Aura?
I even "soul-traveled" through Zhang Yan's original self from two thousand years ago.
In terms of presence, it's hard to say who would have the upper hand when comparing a Han Dynasty empress to a modern A-list actress!