The crew has prepared everything.

  Jiangcheng is dressed in the costume of the monarch, and a group of extras play the role of hundreds of officials of the imperial court.

   Yan Tao flew up to the altar midway, so as to show the prosperous grace of the national teacher.

  Feng Wei instructed the props team to prepare for the coercion, "Yantao, we are so coerced in the opening scene. You have never filmed the Wia movie. Let me tell you the specific precautions..."

  The young man glanced at the altar, and Diaoweiya had to tie up the whole person, which was too much trouble.

  Master Yan lifted his chin: "Don't be so troublesome, I can do it myself."

  Director and Deputy Director......! ! !

  Feng Wei: "Don't be kidding, Yantao, that table is more than one meter high."

  The young man fluttered her lips, her beautiful peach eyes burst out with flying confidence, patted Feng Wei on the shoulder, "Director Feng doesn't believe me?"

  Four eyes face each other.

  Feng Wei's mind flashed through things in Qingyang City—this young man was an evildoer and could not be treated with common sense.

"good!"

  Feng Wei nodded directly, "Then let's try it first. If you ask for rain, you can just watch it yourself."

  This kid is a Taoist priest, definitely better than him to fool people.

  Associate Director...I met such an irresponsible director for the first time.

  What does it mean to just watch it by yourself?

  They are big IP.

  Didn’t the director stab Yu Feng from left to right before?

  How do you change your appearance after changing the individual?

  The deputy director chased Feng Wei and sat in front of the camera, and couldn’t help asking, “Director, isn’t this a major investor’s account? The first time I saw you being so polite.”

  Feng Wei stared at the moving screen, shouting that the actors were in their respective positions, and answered him in a cold voice, "You'll know in a while."

  In front of the palace square, the lord of the Xishu Kingdom stands in the front, behind which is a group of civil and military officials.

  The wind was stern, the beads on the Jiangcheng Emperor's crown covered half of his face, his eyes raised his hand solemnly, his right hand was flat against his left, and he slowly bowed, "Please ask the teacher to rain for me in Western Sichuan!"

   "Ask the national teacher to rain for me in Western Shu!"

  The ministers from the rear followed and bent over.

  The camera slowly zoomed out, and the emperor was as small as a mosquito in the square between heaven and earth.

   "If your lifespan is sacrificed, and ten years of life is exchanged for a rain in Western Shu, do you still want to ask for it?"

   Opposite the square, a slender white figure walking slowly like a bamboo.

   Yan Tao puts her right hand on her chest, her dark peach eyes are like the night sky, scorching, but indifferent and cold.

  She walked slowly, towards the emperor in the world.

  The emperor stood in the same place with Baiguan. It was obviously a powerful and majestic aura, but it could not match the gentle wind and wind, which seemed to be a leisurely walk in the woods.

   Yantao stopped, standing ten steps away from Jiangcheng with his hands under his hands, his seemingly weightless gaze floated lightly on the surface of Jiangcheng, with a faint smile on his lips.

  However, only Jiang Cheng in the center of his eyes felt a great deal of pressure.

  He can be regarded as an old drama.

  Walk out of idol dramas, and slowly pick up some serious dramas.

  Unexpectedly, this boy should have such coercion.

   is really just like what the book says.

  In his eyes, there is nothing good or bad, nothing that should or shouldn't be.

  A person, a tree, a flower, and a dog are all the same in the eyes of a national teacher.

  There are many beings in his eyes, but his heart is cold and merciless.

  It is three points colder than a rock.

  Jiangcheng faintly oozes cold sweat on his forehead. Under the pressure, he took a big step forward, "I am their god, so I should stand for them!"