This script has been revised by the director, and some idioms that seemed a little cultural have been deleted.
The idioms are so cultured that Jiang Yue, a little ancestor with a long head in vain, can’t read them at all, and it’s even worse when he encounters polyphonic words.
In the end, the director was still worried and told the director in advance: "If something unexpected happens on stage later, you will cut off Jiang Yue's shot and cut off her microphone."
At present, this is the only way to be more secure.
The director made an OK gesture.
The live broadcast starts at three o'clock in the afternoon, and there are some preparations in the early stage.
Jiang Yue still had to do some styling. Almost all the stylists in the station had been scolded and cried by the original owner. At this moment, no one was willing to come to do her styling. They pushed back and forth, and everyone used the excuse that they had something to do.
Jiang Yue sat alone in front of the makeup mirror and admired her beauty for a while.
The director came over awkwardly, holding the script to prevent him from being hit with something by her after he opened his mouth, so that he could block it when the time came.
After all, Jiang Yue is well-known as a desktop cleaning master in Taiwan.
"Teacher Jiang, the stylist is not available right now. Can you please wait?"
After speaking, the director subconsciously took a few steps back, imagining that something should hit her head and face. He closed his eyes and waited for a few seconds, but no violent storm appeared.
Jiang Yue's mood was unexpectedly stable. She said, "No, I'll do it myself."
The director couldn't control his expression and opened his lips slightly, not believing what she heard.
Oh Miga!
The little ancestor actually wanted to do the styling himself?
Did she not wake up or something?
Jiang Yue used to have to kneel down to bring the straw to her mouth when drinking water.
In her own words, how could such a noble person as she do such a despicable menial job?
"Uh, are you sure?"
"Yes." Jiang Yue turned around and looked at her. The director felt his heart beating wildly at the moment he looked into her eyes. Then he heard Jiang Yue say: "By the way, please buy me a cup." coffee."
The director agreed in a daze: "Okay, okay, no trouble."
It's so polite to bother you with three words.
She wasn't used to it.
The director quickly went downstairs to buy coffee.
Jiang Yue said thank you to her, and then asked: "How much? I'll transfer it to you."
"Thirty-six, Teacher Jiang, just give me thirty."
Within a few seconds, the director received her transfer.
She almost couldn't help but scream at the prairie dog in front of everyone.
The eldest lady transferred a thousand yuan to her and made a few notes - [Thank you for your hard work. 】
Sure enough, rich people’s money is not money.
The editor-in-chief couldn't help but tell this to the group: [Jiang Yue said thank you to me today! 】
[Family members, who knows? I just bought her a cup of coffee and she gave me a thousand yuan. 】
These two short sentences instantly shocked the group.
[Why did you give up on this one thousand yuan? Tell me if the eldest lady wants to drink milk tea later, I can send her over on my knees. 】
[Did she forget to take the old slave home? 】
[I can’t imagine how happy I would be to be as rich as her. 】
[If you don’t dare to think about it, then I don’t dare to think about it either. 】
【You are so useless! ! Are we forgetting how she mentally tortured us before? Moreover, she used to ask us to buy food and drinks for her, but she never gave us money. She was so stingy. 】
[It’s all for the sake of character. My heart is as cold as a fish that has been killed by RT-Mart for ten years. 】
[Call me during the live broadcast. I want to go online to watch the jokes, and I also have to record the screen. 】
At the center of the storm, Jiang Yue was sitting in front of the mirror, slowly drinking her favorite raw coconut latte. She also liked to bite the straw. When drinking coffee, her cheeks were bulging, showing a bit of cuteness.
There is still half an hour left for the live broadcast, and all departments of the program team are ready.
There was a script in front of Jiang Yue, and she was still flipping through the pages carelessly, reading one by one without any rush.
The temporary top of this program is a jade seal inherited from the country.
Every cultural relic seems to have a poignant story.
The owner of Yuxi was originally a king with a civil and military rule. Although he had an arbitrary approach and was ruthless and decisive in doing things, his temper was even more sinister.
But he did what other emperors could not do.
With the power of thunder, he wiped out the barbarian clan in the northern border, slaughtered all their blood, and eliminated future troubles to maintain peace on the border.
It also reduced the peasants' corvée.
Created a prosperous dynasty.
It happened that such a very cold emperor was extremely affectionate.
Even if the person he likes is his courtier's wife.
It has always been a scandal for a king to seize his minister's wife, but this emperor was not afraid of the history books and forcibly brought his minister's wife back to the palace. Within two months, he made her the queen.
Lock Changming Palace forever.
Because she loves him too much, she is not allowed to see anyone except herself.
Even the palace servants who served her had to be covered with veils, and these palace servants were also silenced.
The queen went crazy in this captivity day after day.
Finally, he jumped deep from the high platform of Changming Palace.
The corpse fell in front of him.
However, three days later, the emperor also left. Before his death, he made a will and was buried with him.
This handed down jade seal was seen in the outer mausoleum of the emperor's mausoleum.
Jiang Yue felt a chill down his back after reading this story. If you encounter such a madman, you will die or I will.
"Teacher Jiang, the show is about to start."
"good."
"Your look...?"
Jiang Yue casually used a hairpin to tie up her hair, revealing her slender neck, with a few strands of hair falling on both sides of her face.
This way it looks bright and yet soft.
"alright."
The live broadcast room has been opened in advance.
Many audiences were also invited to the recording studio.
The original owner used to be prone to stage fright and would make the wrong words when nervous.
But Jiang Yue is the only princess of the Jiang Kingdom. She is used to seeing big scenes, and having such a small audience under the stage does not make her feel nervous.
Facing the camera is similar to facing Jiang Guo's ministers.
Just need to be able to act.
In the past, she had to show her dignity, but now, she just needs to smile more.
The director kept telling the director to cut the scene and mute the sound if something went wrong, and Jiang Yue could not be allowed to ruin another episode of the program.
The barrage in the live broadcast room is already very lively.
"Do you really dare to start a live broadcast?"
"If the director has any leverage in Jiang Yue's hands, just tell him."
"Go, go, go, let her go, it's so embarrassing."
"Can she stop saying that she is a graduate of Peking University in future interviews? We fellow students at Peking University really can't hold their heads high and behave like human beings outside."
"It's started, it's started!"
"Who is today's guest?"
"Information from the audience ahead, there is a teleprompter on site! But don't worry, there is no pinyin~"
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the program started on time.
Jiang Yue took the microphone and went on stage. The woman's back was straight and her expression was calm. The high-definition camera clearly restored her beauty.
Her Royal Highness looked at the camera calmly. The hearts of the audience on site and online seemed to be suffocated for a moment, and then they started beating wildly.
No, it's beyond beautiful.
How can you continue to scold me?
To be honest, the director was also stunned for a moment. In fact, he is not so opposed to Jiang Yue now, but...but he really cannot agree with her professionalism.
Alas, what a pity.
God gave her beauty, but took back her brain.
The director thought a little desperately that no plan could prevent her from making a mistake.
