Chapter 197 Iron Lump

The emperor really understood the queen mother's heart. Look, her unhappy face finally smiled a little, and she was much more amiable, not as depressing as before.

The queen mother opened the roster, but just glanced at it twice, and then put it aside. Maybe she didn't even see the names on it clearly, which means that as long as the emperor wants to marry, the queen mother will stop it.

She knew very well in her heart that the emperor was her son, and he might also be the king of a country.

The majesty of the emperor should not be violated.

At this time, the warm light fell on her face, reflecting the lines at the corners of her eyes more clearly, but the light in her eyes began to soften and wise.

The silver hair on her head made her look more amiable, but don't ignore the shrewd light in her eyes from time to time.

There are many smart people and smart women in this palace, but there is only one queen mother, who is really smart, a kind of wisdom that sees through the world and separates herself from everyone else.

No matter how big the storm is, it is impossible to cause her heart to fluctuate.

Yiling wrapped Yan Huan in a coat. How is it? Is it cold? It is getting colder and colder. Wearing less is really painful.

"It's okay," Yan Huan brushed the hair on her forehead, and then pointed at the flower pot head on her head, "It's just that this one is quite heavy. Do you want to try it?"

"Okay," Yiling really stretched out her head. She wanted to try how heavy it was. Anyway, it was already night, and she didn't want to shoot anymore. She also wanted to be the queen mother and satisfy her addiction to being the queen mother.

Yan Huan took off the flower pot head on her head and put it on Yiling's head. Yiling felt her head heavy all of a sudden, as if she was wearing a big piece of iron.

"Oh my god, it's so heavy."

Yiling quickly supported her head, fearing that it was so heavy that her neck would be bent. It was really hard for Yan Huan and the others. They had to wear it everywhere every day, and they had to wear it for more than ten hours a day.

She thought it was so easy, but it wasn't easy at all, and it was even very painful.

"How can you move with it?"

She put the flower pot aside, then stretched out her hand and put it on Yan Huan's shoulder, and then touched her little neck. Is it really not broken? This little neck can't be broken. If it is broken, it will be over. Who will support her?

"I'm used to it," Yan Huan touched her neck. In fact, she was sore from the pressure every day, but she was really used to it.

Actors look glamorous on the outside, but only they know how difficult it is inside.

This is really a high-risk profession.

In the evening, when they returned to the hotel where they were staying, Yan Huan didn't want to move after taking a shower, but she still took out the script and flipped through it. Tomorrow's filming is about Concubine Mi entering the palace. Concubine Mi, Concubine Yao, Concubine Li, and a group of women are simply a big drama in the palace. No wonder there is such a big hand and investor. There are thousands of actors here, which is comparable to a historical drama.

Although this script was originally fictional and consistent with history, such a palace fighting drama has never appeared before. Therefore, for a long time, people who were afraid of the drama started a battle to follow the drama that lasted for several months.