Rebirth of a Movie Queen: the President of the Empire Is Sent to the Door

Feng Zhicheng was taken aback when he heard An Ruixin's words, nodded and said: "Of course, Miss An can play freely."

The corners of An Ruixin's lips curled slightly, and she didn't say anything more.

There is no music in the box, and there is no atmosphere created by the background of the times. An Ruixin needs to master the rhythm of the dance and control her emotions, but this does not affect An Ruixin's performance at all.

An Ruixin moved slightly, and Feng Zhicheng's attention had been fully focused on her.

The dance that An Ruixin danced didn't look complicated, but to Feng Zhicheng, a director who had thoroughly researched this series of dances due to his work, it was enough to catch his eyes.

The smooth dance steps seem to be leisurely and comfortable like fish swimming between streams and mountain streams, and they are as vivid and joyful as birds playing in the forest.

A spin, a jump, not only the dancer's enchanting posture, but also the hearts of the watchers are raised high.

Suddenly, An Ruixin leaped forward, her slender legs stretched out in a straight line with the air, and her head was raised high, like a noble swan stretching its neck upwards.

When she landed again, An Ruixin had her back turned to everyone present.

The completed knuckles change in different shapes, accurately expressing the true inner feelings of the dancer when everyone can't see clearly the facial expression of the dancer, and the rendering of emotion and charm quietly overflows.

With a slight turn of her legs, An Ruixin stood up from the ground smoothly and lightly, and looked back slowly.

At this moment, the expression on her face has changed from joyful and affectionate at the beginning to resolute and firm, revealing a bit of sadness amidst sadness, which directly hit Feng Zhicheng's eyes, making him clearly feel the shock from the soul .

With just one glance, he seemed to see the stubborn beauty wearing a red wedding dress who resolutely committed suicide in front of her beloved thousands of years ago.

Besieged on all sides outside the tent, horns blare urgently, and the beauty inside the tent is picturesque, raising a sharp knife out of its sheath to kiss her jade-like neck, but her eyes are fixed on the love of her life from beginning to end, loyal and affectionate.

Bright red blood gurgled and fell along the translucent sword body, splashing the blood-red wedding dress, aptly confirming the familiar singing voice.

"The Han soldiers have already conquered the land, and there are singing songs in all directions; the king is exhausted, and the concubine can't live."

Feng Zhicheng suddenly regretted it a little. If the scene in front of him could be matched with the melody of the music, and the person in front of him was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, he would look like a Concubine Yu who came out of the pen of a literati!

How could it be like now, with such a background, such costumes, and such a silent pantomime, it was nothing short of reckless! But the person who is so reckless is himself!

That's right, Yu Ji, this is the unique Yu Ji in his mind!

After the dance, An Ruixin turned her head to glance at several people, and finally fixed her gaze on Feng Zhicheng: "Director Feng, what do you think?"

Feng Zhicheng looked at An Ruixin as if he had just woken up from a dream, his eyes were not as sharp as before, but with a bit of warmth: "You dance very well, although it can be seen that you are not very proficient, but you are very hardworking, have you practiced in private? "

"Well, I found a few videos on the Internet and practiced for a while."

Feng Zhicheng nodded, and Zhuangruo asked unintentionally: "Why did you think of practicing this?"

An Ruixin smiled, looked up at Feng Zhicheng without fear, and said in a word: "Because Director Feng wants Yu Ji, not Ye Zitong."