"Is Miss Yan also interested in history?"

Yun Zhixia's voice is very gentle, which matches her temperament very well.

How should she answer, saying that she is not interested in history, but creating history?

Yan Fuguang shook his head and said, "I'm just curious."

After all, not everyone can witness others digging their own grave.

Thinking of this, Yan Fuguang suddenly wanted to laugh. It did sound quite perverted.

"Oh? Are you curious about the empress?"

"Empress..." Yan Fuguang thought for a while and nodded.

After she died, who succeeded her and who presided over her funeral? General Xiangyi or Prime Minister Wenzhong?

Yan Fuguang's thoughts were wandering a little far, but Yun Zhixia became more and more fascinated as he watched.

The word "fascinated" may not be appropriate, but Yan Fuguang's aura at that moment was too complicated. Yun Zhixia boasted that he was used to seeing big scenes, but he still couldn't restrain his desire to explore.

Although she is so young, people feel that she is sometimes bleak and dignified, sometimes unrestrained, sometimes sharp, sometimes warm...

Such a complex and changeable temperament actually originated from a little girl whom I met for the first time!

Yun Zhixia even wants to turn on the computer and start working now. This little girl seems to have really magical powers. From just now to now, several pages of the script have passed in her mind. She even dares to guarantee that some scenes will definitely become classics when they are filmed.

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"Three thousand years is too long. If the ruins of the Eastern Wei Dynasty had not been discovered, much of the history during that period would be like guessing. Even the life of the empress cannot be concluded."

Yun Zhixia put a lot of thought into this script and studied all the historical materials he could find. However, the image of the empress was always vague.

Her creative habit is to first construct a character image in her mind, and then continue to flesh out the storyline. She once tried to use the gold foil mask as the basis of her imagination, so she sincerely hoped that the Imperial Tomb could prove the mask's ownership.

Yan Fuguang is not a very curious person, but it is rare for someone to talk to her about the past thousands of years ago, which feels a bit strange.

"Why did you choose this period of history in the Eastern Wei Dynasty? Three thousand years ago was just a barbaric era. Wouldn't it be enough visual tension to capture it?"

Unexpectedly, Yun Zhixia smiled confidently: "Perhaps the visual tension is enough, so there is no challenge? And the first female monarch in history is very mysterious, isn't it?"

Yan Fuguang raised the corners of his mouth. In fact, it is not mysterious at all. After all, I am sitting in front of you.

"A young girl had to shoulder the responsibility of thousands of troops and people. In the barbaric era when food and clothing were scarce, her life was not a dream."

Yan Fuguang thought of the bloody ten years. She was just a mortal, not a god, and could be hurt and in pain. The heart-piercing arrow in the end, and the howling wind when she fell off the cliff. This was the real life of the empress.

Yun Zhixia was stunned, and was about to ask how you knew, but when she saw Yan Fuguang so close at hand, the feeling she had before came back again. The image in her mind overlapped inexplicably with the girl in front of her, from blurry to clear.

Suddenly she had an idea.

"Miss Yan, I..."

Buzz buzz...

The sudden vibration of the phone interrupted Yun Zhixia's words.

"Sorry." Yun Zhixia stood up and motioned to answer the phone first.

Yan Fuguang smiled and let her do as she pleased.

The coffee here didn't quite taste good. Yan Fuguang only took a sip and then put it down. He flipped through the museum's guide book to look for anything else worth seeing.

Not long after, Yun Zhixia came back, with a solemn and expectant expression.

"Miss Yan, I would like to ask, do you have any acting experience?"

Yan Fuguang was stunned. This question was something she had not expected.

I have sung opera, but I have never acted. However, the acting teacher Mo Yun has found will be available in October.

Yan Fuguang shook her head. After all, she had never learned modern drama performances.

Hearing this, Yun Zhixia felt a little pity, but decided to stick to her own idea.

"If this play is completed, I would like to invite you to audition."

This proposal can no longer be said to be impulsive. If others heard that Yun Zhixia personally invited a newcomer with no experience to audition, the entire industry would not believe it.

But Yun Zhixia has her own judgment. Acting skills can be learned and trained, but aura cannot. Yan Fuguang can make her recognize it at a glance. It is more that her own temperament fits the role she imagined.

It can even be said that the character portrait in her mind was further perfected after seeing Yan Fuguang. This feeling was very metaphysical and she was surprised.

But Yan Fuguang's reaction was very calm, and Yun Zhixia didn't know whether she couldn't recognize her identity at all, or whether it was just her own personality.

"I've never acted before, does it matter?"

Yun Zhixia is a person who never regrets when she makes up her mind. She said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Of course, it would be best if you can find a professional teacher to train you. You still have to know the most basic things."

In fact, Yun Zhixia really wanted to settle on Yan Fuguang as the empress, but the stakes were so high that she couldn't be so abrupt, so she was given an audition opportunity and it was up to her to see if she could grasp it.

This sudden trust surprised Yan Fuguang. Although the other party did not say it clearly, the characters invited were all other than the empress.

Is this a bit of a joke? Who is this person?

Yun Zhixia seemed to be very busy, and before she could say a few words, her cell phone rang again.

While she was out answering the phone, Yan Fuguang took a photo of his business card and sent it to Mo Yun, asking her if she knew Yun Zhixia, who claimed to be a screenwriter.

Mo Yun responded quickly, saying frankly that this was a well-known gold medal screenwriter in the industry, and even wanted to call and ask questions.

Ten minutes had passed when Yun Zhixia came back, and she had something to do in her studio and could not continue chatting with Yan Fuguang.

"Miss Yan, my invitation will always be reserved for you. I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation."

Yun Zhixia is indeed very sincere, but she is not the only one who speaks to the crew, and the quality of the work must also be guaranteed. Yan Fuguang must at least meet a certain standard before she can have the confidence to convince others.

However, she believed that if Yan Fuguang's manager knew the news, he would definitely take it seriously. After all, the words "Yun Zhixia" mean extremely high ratings.

Yan Fuguang stood up and sent her off: "Thank you, I hope so."

After Yun Zhixia left, Mo Yun's phone finally had a chance to get through.

"Why did you receive Yun Zhixia's business card when you went to Sichuan Province? Did you meet her in person?"

As far as she knew, Yun Zhixia was not an easy person to talk to. There were countless starlets rushing to join in the fun, but except for those artists who had worked together and recognized each other, she had never talked to anyone.

No matter how much Mo Yun thought highly of Yan Fuguang, she couldn't make up a story about Yun Zhixia falling in love with Yan Fuguang at first sight, so Yan Fuguang sent her a business card, leaving her confused.
Chapter completed!