I, strive for the prosperity of the motherland! 【system】

We had a night scene today, so the filming time went overtime.

However, it wasn't too much over the limit, and Director Qi and Ye Xitang both apologized to Su Xing.

The production team needed to meet the deadline, which Su Xing could understand.

She seemed to be in good spirits and having a lot of fun, so she didn't pay too much attention to the shooting time.

After dinner, Director Ding came over to talk to Su Xing and the acting coach about the scene.

Su Xing and Bu Diu had a good talk, and it wouldn't be long before it was Bu Diu's turn to act.

During filming, there was a small mistake, and it took three takes to get it right, which wasted a little time.

Yu Shengmo texted Su Xing, asking when things would finish here and when it would be convenient for her to come over to film the second scene.

Su Xing sent Yu Shengmo a voice message, "I'm coming right away."

She left the child in the care of Ye Xitang and Xiaoyue and rushed to the film crew next door.

As soon as Su Xing arrived at the set of "The Cinnabar Scheme," Yu Shengmo said with a smile, "She's here!"

Immediately afterwards, several people surrounded Su Xing.

"Take her to touch up her makeup and fix some details."

"I'm coming!"

"Get ready, to your positions!"

Su Xing was wheeled into the dressing room, where the stylist made some minor alterations, quickly transforming her into a look more suitable for the next scene.

After she came out, Director Lü looked her up and down and nodded.

The martial arts instructor came over and said to Su Xing, "This is still a fight scene. First, learn the fight scene design and movements for this scene with me."

Su Xing nodded and said, "Okay."

The martial arts instructor thought for a moment and then said, "When we start filming, you can improvise some of the moves."

Su Xing replied earnestly, "Okay, I understand."

She learned the moves designed by the martial arts instructor.

She can perfectly replicate it in just one try.

I only studied for a few minutes in total.

The martial arts instructor gave her a thumbs up, saying, "Those who have studied martial arts are just different!"

Su Xing smiled shyly, "It's because you taught me well."

"Haha, don't be modest."

Director Lü called "Action!"

This scene is set in an "ancient street and rainy alley," where cameras have already been set up.

It didn't rain today, but there will be artificial rain from robots.

Hengdian is very cold in the depths of winter, and it gets even colder when it rains, but for actors, these are difficulties that must be overcome.

Blankets, ginger and jujube tea, and other items to ward off the cold were prepared for the actors in advance.

The backstory to this scene is the supporting memories of the female lead when she was framed and abandoned by everyone.

Su Xing read the backstory about the female lead to help her get into character.

The stone walls of the prison were chillingly cold, and the iron chains dug into the heroine's flesh, the smell of rust mixed with the stench of blood wafting into her nostrils.

The comrades who once stood shoulder to shoulder with her had turned against each other, and the curses of the court officials still echoed in her ears. The female protagonist stared at the dim light leaking through the skylight, her clenched fists filled with blood and foam.

Is this road truly coming to an end?

As her consciousness swayed, memories suddenly dragged her back to the rainy alleys of Bianjing, many years ago...

The female lead had already finished filming this scene a long time ago.

The scene where Su Xing (Zi Zhi) and the female lead are currently filming is a segment where the female lead is lost in her memories, which is also the scene where Su Xing (Zi Zhi) and the female lead first meet.

At that time, the female protagonist had just entered the martial arts world. She stumbled upon the secret of the canal gang smuggling official salt and was surrounded by more than a dozen black-clad assassins in a narrow alley paved with bluestone slabs.

Rain fell obliquely, pattering on the mottled vermilion pillars of the corridor, splashing up tiny droplets of water. The copper bells on the eaves jingled in the wind, like someone weeping and moaning.

The female protagonist leaned against a mottled brick wall, her long sword had been cut in two, and blood from her split tiger's mouth mixed with rainwater flowed down her face. A poisoned cleaver was about to strike her face!

Suddenly, a flute melody drifted through the rain...

It was neither mournful nor impassioned, but rather like shattered jade striking stone, carrying a nonchalant yet sharp spirit that forcefully overwhelmed the clamor of clashing swords.

A figure in dark purple stepped through the puddles on the bluestone slabs, her clothes fluttering in the wind, the silver thread patterns embroidered on the hem flowing in the rain and mist, much like a butterfly about to take flight.

The newcomer wore a plain silver half-face mask with lotus patterns, which gleamed with a warm luster, revealing only a section of his neatly shaped jawline and lips that were clear and sparse.

Raindrops meandered down the silver pattern on one side, dripping onto the smooth lines of her jawline, then slid down the curve to the side of her neck, spreading out a small patch of lustrous white.

Her hand holding the purple-gold flute had distinct knuckles, and the purple silk ribbon tied around her wrist swayed gently with her movements, echoing the dark purple hem of her robe. Although only half of her face was visible, one couldn't help but feel that the eyebrows and eyes hidden by the mask must also hold stunning beauty.

Yu Shengmo looked at Zi Zhi, played by Su Xing, and inexplicably felt like crying.

This is Zi Zhi herself!!

Inside the theater, the lead actor in black, his eyes flashing with malice, swung his knife and slashed fiercely at Su Xing!

The blade cut through the wind, carrying a chilling, malevolent aura.

Su Xing remained calm and composed, his wrist flicking slightly, the purple-gold flute neither dodging nor avoiding, precisely parrying the back of the blade.

With a sharp "clang," the man in black's hand was ripped open, and his machete flew out of his grasp, spinning as it struck the brick carvings on the alley wall.

The prop brick shattered into several pieces.

Seeing this, the remaining actors in black swarmed forward with howls, their swords flashing and shadows instantly weaving into an impenetrable net that enveloped Su Xing and the female lead.

The wires binding Su Xing and the female lead's waists were slightly taut, with just the right amount of force to support their figures without appearing abrupt.

At this point, the female protagonist was seriously injured and could only try her best to maneuver.

Su Xing lightly touched the puddle on the bluestone slab with her toes, and with the help of the wire, her figure suddenly rose ten feet, her dark purple dress fluttering in the rain like a sharp purple flower!

She hovered in mid-air, her purple-gold flute tracing a beautiful arc in her hand. The flute's tail swept across like a meteor, shattering the wrist bones of three assassins. Their willow-leaf knives clattered to the ground, splashing water everywhere.

Two assassin actors climbed up the pillars, intending to launch a sneak attack from above.

Su Xing turned her head at the sound, and the wire spun her around, dodging the short blades that were thrusting at her like a swallow flying through a curtain. At the same time, the tip of the flute swiftly struck, accurately landing on the pressure points on the back of their knees.

The two screamed and tumbled off the pillar, crashing heavily onto the bluestone slab, curling up in pain.

There was also an assassin actor who wanted to sneak up behind Su Xing and ambush the heroine who was already at her last gasp.

Su Xing's eyes turned cold. Using the force of the wire, he swooped down like an arrow, his purple-gold flute thrusting out diagonally, the tip of the flute stopping just in front of the assassin's throat.

The actor playing the assassin was completely stiff, barely daring to breathe loudly.

In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, only the wails of the fallen man remained in the alley, mingled with the sound of rain, mournful and poignant.