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Chapter 305 Sister Lan, a walking historical treasure! [1 update]

It was a young girl who walked in from the back door, holding a broom in her left hand.

When she saw Ye Wanlan's actions, she looked surprised and without saying a word, she stretched out her hand and grabbed Ye Wanlan's hair.

"Wow!" Qing Yunpei was horrified, "Princess, be careful!"

With Ye Wanlan's skills, how could she possibly let others get close to her?
She just moved slightly to the right and back to avoid the hand.

The girl obviously didn't expect that she would miss the target. She didn't have time to retract her momentum and her whole body was pressed against the glass cabinet.

"pat-"

The brush was shaken into the air.

The director widened his eyes and stood there without daring to move.

This is the interior of the library. Every collection in the glass cabinet is a cultural relic passed down from ancient times and has extremely high historical and artistic value.

If it is destroyed like this, money is a small matter, culture is a big matter!

The girl's body froze and her expression changed drastically.

Ye Wanlan's eyes narrowed suddenly, and without making a sound, her fingers moved slightly.

A stream of air suddenly appeared out of nowhere and lifted the brush that was about to fall to the ground back to the pen holder.

"..."

There was silence.

The director's eyes widened even more, he couldn't believe what he saw.

How come the brush bounced back in a strange arc?

This violates the principles of gravity!

The girl then supported herself on the edge of the glass cabinet and stood up.

When she found that the brush was intact, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she glanced at Ye Wanlan coldly: "Speak! Who told you to touch it? You almost destroyed an antique, did you know that?"

Ye Wanlan slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were indifferent: "What are you calling?"

"What am I yelling about?" The girl was furious. "I agreed to let you record the show here, but I didn't allow you to touch my things! We're lucky nothing happened this time. If something had happened, you wouldn't be able to pay for it even if you lost everything you own!"

Qing Yun Pei was so angry that she yelled, "Don't say that our princess just looked at it. Even if she touched it, it's hers in the first place!"

Yuluan Hairpin was still in shock: "Luckily, after I saw the light of day again, Her Royal Highness the Princess picked it up. Otherwise, if it was taken away by someone else, wouldn't it be said to be someone else's private property?"

"Miss Fu, Miss Fu calmed down." The director came back to his senses and hurried forward. "We have no intention of touching the cultural relics here. Miss Ye was just looking at them just now. I can testify that she didn't even reach out her hand."

"That was because I stopped you in time. If I hadn't shown up, I think you would have taken everything here for yourself." Fu Qiao said coldly, "You don't need to take pictures here. Get out of here now. Don't let me see you again."

"Alas, Miss Fu, things are really not what you think." The director had to beg humbly, "We will record the program here. We promise not to touch any antiques or damage them. This is all for the sake of promoting the history of China."

"How shameless!" The girl snorted coldly, "If it were really you who were just seeking fame and reputation and studying history, wouldn't history have been objectified long ago?"

This sentence made Professor Shen and Professor Li's expressions change slightly.

They have never pursued fame or wealth in their entire lives and have devoted all their time to archaeology, yet they are said to be people who seek fame and reputation?

The director broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this: "Ms. Fu, you can't say that. The two guests we invited are professors from the Archaeological Center of the Cultural Relics Bureau. They--"

"I don't care who you are?" Fu Qiao shouted, "Get out of here quickly, or I'll expose your malicious acts of destroying cultural relics online!"

With such a bad attitude, if it wasn't for the sake of the show, the director would never say another word to Fu Qiao.

He still wanted to save her, so he had to continue speaking: "Miss Fu Qiao, let's--"

"Get lost!" Fu Qiao insisted, "Our library doesn't need to be on the big screen. There are already many tourists here, so we don't need you to continue advertising!"

The director didn't expect Fu Qiao to have such a bad temper. He frowned, and when he was about to say something, Ye Wanlan held his shoulder and said, "Let's go. The things here are very ordinary. There's nothing good to shoot." Hearing this, the director turned his head in surprise.

Fu Qiao was even more furious. She said in a cold tone, "There's nothing to shoot? Do you know what this is?"

"The sheep-hair brush from the Tianqi era dates back to 1560-1570 in the Shenzhou calendar, and its craftsmanship originated from the Jiangnan area." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "Next to it is a purple-hair brush from the Qianhe era, dating back to 1700 in the Shenzhou calendar, and its craftsmanship originated from Fengyuan. They are both ordinary brushes, and their craftsmanship is not sophisticated."

Tianqi was the reign title of Ning Taizu, the founding emperor of the Ning Dynasty, and Qianhe was the reign title of Ning Zhaozong, the father of Princess Yongning.

These two eras are also known as the two strongest periods of the Ning Dynasty.

Fu Qiao's voice stopped abruptly.

Her face felt like she was slapped in the face, burning with pain.

"Wanlan can tell the exact age of the purple-hair brush?" Professor Shen was a little surprised. "The purple-hair brush should indeed be a product of the Qianhe period, but it is impossible to tell whether it is from the early or late period."

Ye Turning's eyelashes lowered.

After all, that was the era she had lived in, how could she not know?
Fu Qiao did not soften her attitude just because Ye Wanlan recognized the age of the two pens. On the contrary, she became more and more angry.

She gritted her teeth, watched Ye Wanlan walk out, and then stopped in front of the stone table for a few seconds.

"What are you still looking at?" Fu Qiao said angrily, "That's the end of an ancient game, do you understand it? Don't say anything, I won't let you continue filming here."

Ye Wanlan turned his head, his eyes finally fell on her, and he said two cold words: "Shut up."

At this moment, Fu Qiao felt as if his throat was being strangled, and breathing became difficult in an instant.

It was not until the program crew followed Ye Wanlan away that her lungs regained air.

"Hey, Miss Qiao, why are you arguing with the production crew again?" The middle-aged man came over from the other side and sighed, "This is the filming that your grandfather agreed to. This show is also different from other crews. It has already been on the international stage."

"Grandpa loves me the most. He won't refuse anything I say." Fu Qiao didn't care at all. "I just hate their condescending attitude. I'm going to practice calligraphy. The calligraphy competition will be starting soon."

The middle-aged man also watched Fu Qiao grow up and knew that she was very willful, so he could only nod and let her go.

**
Outside, the sun is shining and the breeze is blowing.

The weather in November has gradually turned cooler, and Fengyuan is in the northern part of Shenzhou, so the coolness is even greater.

The people in the program crew looked at each other in confusion.

They didn't even know what outrageous thing they had done to make the young master of the library so angry.

"Alas, no wonder no crew has been able to stay here for more than half a day." The director clapped his hands and sighed, "This Miss Fu Qiao has a really bad temper, and she gets angry for no reason. Who can bear it?"

Last year, a film crew needed to film a literary drama at the Library.

Everything was going well in the beginning, but someone didn't know what he did during the process that touched Fu Qiao's sore spot and he was kicked out of the library.

The crew lobbied for a long time without success and had to give up.

The director originally wanted to film the origin of Chinese calligraphy and various calligraphy tools here, but now it seems that he may not be able to go on.

"Well, luckily before I came here, I heard that Miss Fu Qiao had a strange temperament and was moody, so I prepared a plan B in advance." The director shook his head and quickly regained his energy. "It just so happens that we can go shoot somewhere else first, and it won't be too late to shoot the library later."

"Director, that young lady just now was more than moody. She was simply being unreasonable." Xu Qingyu was very dissatisfied. "Wan Lan clearly didn't provoke her, but she kept making trouble again and again. If you don't know, you would think that the cultural relics in the library belong to her."

The director sighed, "People who live in the library don't pay much attention to the outside world. I'm also surprised that they took the initiative to contact us for filming this time."

It’s a pity that it failed in the end.

"Director, what's the point of filming the library?" Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "I think what you really want to film is Fu Guang. Many of her poems have been lost in the long river of history. So, why not film Fu Guang's new poems coming to life?"

The director jumped up suddenly: "What did you say?!"

Good morning~~