Chapter 158: Acting part-time?

Chapter 158: Acting part-time?

Chapter 158 Acting part-time in a play?

 “What part-time job?”

Jiang Lingxi raised the brochure with the Yinhe Palace pattern on her hand, "As I told you before, I auditioned for a TV series called "Empress Yuan Zhao", and now it has been confirmed that I will play the role of the heroine."

 Shen Yunqing said sincerely, "Congratulations."

“But now, this project has encountered a problem. The director cannot find a male protagonist who can satisfy him, so the project can only be suspended.”

Hearing this, Shen Yunqing already had a guess in his mind, "Then who is the male protagonist in the play?"

“Prime Minister Dayin, Shen Moqing.”

"Since you like Emperor Yuan Zhao in history, you should be no stranger to Prime Minister Shen Moqing." Now that the question has been asked, Jiang Lingxi speaks more smoothly, "During the time we have been together, I feel that you and Shen Moqing are not the same person." It’s quite similar. So, do you want to give it a try?”

“Of course, if you don’t have time and don’t like acting, just pretend I didn’t ask this question just now.”

Although the more she thought about it, she felt that her idea was a good one, but she couldn't force her to do it.

Shen Yunqing frowned and thought for a moment, without nodding or shaking his head: "Can I go back and think about it, and then give you a reply?"

"Of course," Jiang Lingxi nodded immediately with a smile, "I just asked you that. The decision of whether to act or not is definitely yours."

It’s just that if Shen Yunqing really agrees to participate, then she should feel more natural when she plays the role of Shen Moqing. If other actors were chosen, the difficulty would probably be higher for someone who had really gotten along with Shen Moqing.

 Furthermore, as this is the first TV series she has starred in after waking up, she still hopes to be as perfect as possible.

Shortly after this topic passed, Shen Yunqing's cell phone rang.

After the call was connected, Fu Yunchen's excited voice was heard: "Consultant Shen, have you and Assistant Jiang finished their work? All the paper rolls in my box have been processed. I have made an important discovery. Can you come over now?"

Shen Yunqing did not reply immediately, but first looked at Jiang Lingxi who was standing next to him.

Jiang Lingxi didn't really want to nod, but she was a little curious about what she had written on those scrolls when she was a child. After hesitating for a second, she nodded.

Shen Yunqing then replied: "Assistant Jiang and I will rush back right away."

 “Okay, okay, then I’ll wait for you.”

 Hang up the phone, the two of them came out of Zhaoming Palace, boarded the balance car and rushed to the Yinhe Palace office.

When I arrived, I saw Fu Yunchen pacing back and forth at the door of a house, waiting. When he saw them coming, he quickly waved, "This way."

 Entering the interior is like entering a world of calligraphy and painting.

Hung on the walls, placed on the huge table, and carefully sealed in transparent covers, they are all calligraphy and paintings of different dynasties and different brushstrokes.

The only flaw is that these paintings and calligraphy have some flaws.

Fu Yunchen noticed Jiang Lingxi's eyes looking around, and thought that this was the first time for this girl to come here, so he smiled and said: "How about it, it's shocking, the most recent of these paintings and calligraphy are five or six hundred years old. We Yinhe The Research Office of the Palace Museum is considered No. 1 in the field of calligraphy and painting restoration, and you can’t see this scene anywhere else.”

Jiang Lingxi looked back and nodded in agreement, "It's quite shocking."

 Shen Yunqing looked at the two of them without saying anything, and really had nothing to say.

 Fu Yunchen showed off to the wrong person this time. In front of His Majesty, no one dares to say that they have a rich collection. Fu Yunchen is the first. It can only be said that the ignorant are fearless.

　　While talking, the three of them had already walked to the table in the middle.

There was already a researcher in a white coat holding a magnifying glass with his face almost pressed to the table to look at a piece of paper spread out on the table. He didn't even notice anyone coming next to him.

After waiting for a while, Fu Yunchen didn't wait for the man to step back. He had no choice but to reach out and pat him on the shoulder, "Old Wang, let's take a break first. Don't you want to be so close to me? Don't you want to have more than two thousand degrees of myopia?"

 “Hey, I’m taking this seriously, don’t disturb me.”

"Don't you believe that this was written by Emperor Yuan Zhao himself? I just called Consultant Shen over. He is an expert in this field and asked him to judge it for us."

The middle-aged man who was called Lao Wang put down his magnifying glass and stood up. He took off his glasses and pressed his eyes against his dry eyes. He took a step back and nodded to Shen Yunqing, "Consultant Shen, come and take a look."

Shen Yunqing was hesitant. He didn't stop when he walked to where Lao Wang was standing just now. He took another half step forward, and there was just a space left. "Assistant Jiang is coming too."

 After Lao Wang stepped aside, the words on the paper could already be seen from where Jiang Lingxi stood. Just as she was watching intently, she heard Shen Yunqing calling her and subconsciously walked over.

 “What does Assistant Jiang think?”

Lao Wang put his glasses back on and saw that there was another young girl, but after hearing Shen Yunqing's name, he raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Jiang Lingxi: “…”

Hand in hand, ask her what she thinks of the words she wrote before.

She felt a little want to laugh and replied seriously: "It looks like the handwriting of Emperor Yuan Zhao is correct."

Shen Yunqing immediately nodded. The author himself has confirmed it. Is there anything more convincing than this? She nodded immediately: "Assistant Jiang and I agree."

"No," it was the turn of Lao Wang, the only one who had an objection, to be anxious. "Although Emperor Yuan Zhao did not leave many calligraphy works to future generations, I was lucky enough to see one or two of them. Although the words on this paper are It is indeed similar to the strokes of Emperor Yuan Zhao, but the writing is much stiffer. I am more inclined to think that someone is imitating the handwriting of Emperor Yuan Zhao. "

 Fu Yunchen heard that Shen Yunqing confirmed his opinion, so he stood aside with his head held high.

After listening to Lao Wang's words, he just waited quietly for Shen Yunqing to dismiss it.

Shen Yunqing lowered his eyes and looked at the words on the paper. He could recognize that the paper he was writing on was Tingtao paper, which was used by nobles at that time. Thousands of years later, the ink still had a faint fragrance, and it should be no surprise that it was pine-scented ink. .

It is not royal paper, nor is it royal ink.

He had some guesses in his heart, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a faint but determined voice from the side. "Have you ever thought about it, Teacher Wang, that this character was written by Emperor Yuan Zhao when he was practicing calligraphy when he was young?"

Lao Wang was stunned for a moment when he was asked, and his face suddenly became more thoughtful.

However, Fu Yunchen clapped his hands and said, "It's really possible. When I first started practicing calligraphy when I was a child, it was definitely not as smooth and natural as my later writing. Combined with the grasshopper cage, small wooden sword, small bow, etc. that were also placed in the box, weren't they all from that time? Children like to play. Look at it this way, this box is the childhood memory of Emperor Yuan Zhao!”

As he spoke, his voice changed again, "But looking at it this way, although Emperor Yuan Zhao grew up in a girl's family, he had the same temperament as a boy. He also played with things like grasshoppers and small wooden swords that boys like, and even learned embroidery. They were all embroidered in a mess. I also asked Teacher Yao, who is in charge of embroidery research in our institute, to check it out. She only recognized that the materials of the fan and the embroidery thread were very expensive, and the age was about the same as we guessed. It was thousands of years old, but she was stunned. I didn’t see what the green thing above was, hahaha!”

Jiang Lingxi: “…”

There is no need to say the next thing. Although no one here knows it, she still wants to save face.

 (End of this chapter)