"Teacher Jiang? Teacher Jiang?"
The staff's voice slowly brought her back from her memory, and she took a long breath: "What's wrong?"
The staff member held the script and wanted to duet with her: "It starts in half an hour, shall we do the duet again?"
Jiang Yue usually cooperates with their work. She nodded: "Okay."
The staff members were burdened with heavy responsibilities, and they were extremely nervous before the duet. They were afraid that Jiang Yue would come to the opening scene and things would go wrong. At that time, they would have to rely on the superb skills of the director and cut the scene if they noticed something was wrong.
But what impressed her was that Jiang Yue was very familiar with the contents of the script, and his lyrics were also very fluent, as if he had integrated into the story.
The staff member was relieved: "I'll call you when the show starts later. Teacher Jiang, please take a rest first."
Jiang Yue said: "Okay."
After the staff left the lounge, they went to find the director. The choreographer and director were also present. She made an OK gesture to these people.
"I think there should be no problem."
"Are you serious?" The director had suffered too many losses from Jiang Yue before. Every time he was asked to film her, he was very scared and was in a hurry. Who knows what weird accidents might happen.
"Really, just now I was reciting the words on the script, and Teacher Jiang even memorized my lines, and her tone of voice was very ancient."
"It seems that this person has really changed his gender. Okay, let's adapt to circumstances this time."
"Everyone will make progress. I feel that Teacher Jiang has cleaned her marrow and bones now. When I first entered, I thought of one word when I saw her."
"What word?"
"Abdominal poetry and gas from China."
"..."
Admittedly, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to apply this phrase to Jiang Yue in the past, but now...it doesn't seem that outrageous.
The way she kept quiet and didn't speak really seemed like that.
Everyone backstage was prepared. After all, it was a live broadcast by a TV station, so there was no room for ambiguity. These days, only live broadcasts can easily increase the ratings.
Internal competition is fierce, and no one wants to be the weakest person.
So they are under a lot of pressure this time, but with Jiang Yue as a variable, they don't dare to pray that the show will have the same explosive reputation as last season. They just hope that the audience can be maintained and not lost.
As for the scolding, who cares?
Before Jiang Yue came on stage, he didn't forget to place the little iceberg. He knelt down and kissed his little face, and then stretched out his hand to rub his cheek, which felt like a glutinous rice ball. "I'm going to work, can you take care of yourself?"
The boy looked at his mother and nodded: "Okay, Mom."
Jiang Yue believed in him. She had an inexplicable trust in her son. She felt that he was as reliable as Zhou Ji and didn't need to worry much.
Despite this, Jiang Yue still asked his assistant to stay, "Please help me take care of it."
The little assistant said fearfully: "Sister, it's not a bother, just leave it to me."
Zhou Zhengchu is just a little kid in the eyes of other people at the TV station. They may not take Jiang Yue seriously, but they dare not treat this child casually no matter what.
The little assistant doesn't know how to get along with children.
Because he looks so cold.
With an expressionless face, he neither laughed nor cried, and did his own thing without saying a word. The words "Don't disturb me" were written all over his body.
The assistant knew enough not to bother him with nonsense.
After Jiang Yue came on stage, the director and others were still worried.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly, and there were no typos or lags. Jiang Yue was even able to have a conversation with experts who explained historical facts and introduced cultural relics.
The content of the conversation between the two still contained words that were not in the script.
Jiang Yue's understanding of history far exceeded their imagination, and it was effortless to converse with him. It was not like a fake culture pretending to be memorized by rote at all.
In the end, even the historian expert looked at her with more admiration: "You really understand this."
Jiang Yue originally didn't know that much about dynasties other than Jiang State.
It's just that I read a lot of history books in the library before, and the content I read was too superficial, so I gradually started to understand a little bit about it.
The ratings of live broadcasts on the station have been rising.
The refraction line has been increasing almost since Jiang Yue appeared.
This is of course related to Jiang Yue's ancient costume. Those melon owners who previously broke the news on the Internet were so eloquent that they were unique in the world.
When I saw it with my own eyes, I had to admit it.
Jiang Yue is indeed so beautiful that people take one's breath away, and it's not like there are no beauties in ancient costumes. She is like a clear lotus on a twig, but it is a bit more unforgettable and bright than a clear water hibiscus.
It's no surprise that anyone would fall in love with her.
"Presumably Empress Nuwa is also very proud of the face she created."
"What an ugly piece of dirt I am."
"I don't care about the beauty's face. I'm still immersed in the story and I'm heartbroken. My childhood sweethearts turned against each other and fell in love and killed each other. I was really stricken to death by Bai Yueguang's love that died young."
"9494, you look down on me, but I rebelled in order to get you. I thought that the young general who became king was going to give a harsh lesson to his fiancée who once abandoned him, but in the end, I held her in the palm of my hand, for fear that she would be hurt. Touched."
"Where did so many love-minded men come from in ancient times?"
"At the end of this season's show, I applied to select one of the most romantic-minded men in ancient times."
"I'm really curious about where Jiang Yue's huge changes came from in just one year."
"You don't understand the joy of a 'dead' husband."
"Don't you know yet? She has another supporter now. I don't dare to go into details anyway. If you have it, you have it."
It is not a good word for a female star to have a backer in the industry.
It’s easy to think of the bad.
"Investor?"
"Go away, you damn motherfuckers who are spreading rumors."
"Code anonymously. Last time our brand sent clothes to Jiang Yue to choose from (although she didn't choose our clothes to wear to the ceremony in the end). It can be regarded as a little contact with her. The address sent by her assistant is not displayed on the navigation. oh."
"I wonder... what a high... position this financial sponsor must have..."
"Are you bragging to her?"
"I can't stand you people anymore. My wife has given you the answer a long time ago. Look at her Weibo name. She is a princess in distress who is living abroad. Her family status is no worse than Zhou Ji's."
In short, this topic was discussed in such a lively manner.
After successfully completing the recording of this program, the director and the others were much happier than she was when they saw the data had increased compared to the previous quarter.
The excitement was palpable.
When she got backstage, she was very attentive and asked people to bring her fruit snacks, and also said a lot of beautiful words to praise her.
Jiang Yue's ears felt like calluses when she heard it. It was already dark outside now.
The leader of the program made reservations for a restaurant for dinner in advance to celebrate a good start. It was a small celebration party.
The restaurant is on the fifty-fifth floor of the hotel.
As soon as she arrived in the hall, Jiang Yue deeply understood what an unexpected encounter meant. She held her son's hand and caught Zhao Shuyan's eyes in mid-air.
She also knew the man standing in front of Zhao Shuyan.
"Mother."
"Is that uncle?"
Jiang Yue suddenly came to his senses. It seemed that the plot had reached a point where Zhao Shuyan and Qin Zhao got to know each other.
The halo above the heroine's head really flashed into her eyes.
Qin Zhao seemed to be aware of the eyes behind him. He turned around and was slightly surprised to see his sister holding the child.
He stepped forward and first picked up the boy from the ground. The cold frost in his eyes melted into water the moment he saw her. He asked, "Is the work over?"
Jiang Yue sighed, nodded and replied: "It's over, let's have a dinner."
