My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

Chapter 307: Shixian Fuguang and Princess Yongning! [1 more]

As soon as this entry came out, the hot search instantly climbed to the top and became popular.

【Fuguang New Poetry???】

[I really love Fu Guang's poems, which are graceful yet bold and unrestrained. They are easy to read and not that difficult to memorize.]

[God is jealous of talents and beauties. Fu Guang may just be an immortal who came to the human world from heaven as a guest. After leaving countless calligraphy works, he returned to heaven.]

[It has been a long time since a new Fu Guang poem appeared. Could it be self-directed and self-acted? I now suspect that even the appearance of the Sword Saint's Sword was intentional by the program team. Otherwise, how could the program team discover things again and again that even professional archaeological teams have not excavated for decades? ]

The official Weibo account of "Collection of China" released a picture of the scroll found by Rong Qi, on which was a seven-character regulated verse.

The name of this seven-character regulated verse is also very simple - "Present to the Princess".

Fu Guang's calligraphy is very distinctive and difficult to imitate. It has its own style. Together with Han Yunsheng's calligraphy, they are collectively known as "Hanjin Fugu".

People who are familiar with Fu Guang’s handwriting can easily determine whether the words on the scroll belong to Fu Guang.

The writing is deep into the wood, and the brush is full of ink.

Who else can write this except Fu Guang?
This seven-character regulated verse also has Fu Guang's unique style, and no one else can write it.

[Can you direct and act in a poem for me? If you really do, that's fine. The person who can write this poem is a genius! ]

[Oh my god, this is a poem for Princess Yongning. Cheers to their everlasting friendship.]

[I strongly suspect that the production team is not actually recording a program, but conducting an archaeological project, otherwise how could they discover so many rare things?! ]

[Could it be that the production team has some kind of detector? Just like in the game, every time they probe, they get it right.]

This piece of news quickly overshadowed the popularity of the video in the library, and no one cared about what happened in the library anymore.

The program crew also put aside all the unpleasant things that happened in the library. Everyone gathered around the table, carefully observing the scroll from a hundred years ago.

"Miss Ye was very careful. She first found a few tiny words on the stone at the door and confirmed that they were left by the imperial teacher Han Yunsheng." The director nodded repeatedly, "Then she inferred that the current library was where Princess Yongning practiced calligraphy in the past. This is how we found Fu Guang's new poem."

He can be considered one of the witnesses and can brag about it to his old friends for the rest of his life!

"However, Fengyuan Museum has contacted us and said that after the program is recorded, the scroll can be placed in the museum for collection." The director said, "Miss Ye, what do you think?"

Ye Wanlan nodded and smiled: "Cultural relics should go where they belong, otherwise how can their historical and artistic value be reflected."

"With Miss Ye here, maybe we can fill up the Fengyuan Museum before we leave Fengyuan." The assistant director couldn't help but joked, "The archaeological team stationed at the Tianyinfang headquarters just sent news that they have discovered a lot of new historical relics."

"We can't go to the library, but Miss Ye is right. It's more interesting to film Fu Guang's new poetry." The director clapped his hands, "Please take your seats, teachers from the performing arts team, and the photography team, get ready."

The two veteran actors Shen Yeqiu and Xu Qingyu have already put on their costumes. Because the script was temporarily changed, the two are still looking at the lines and background stories.

"Collection of China" adopts a method that combines the past and the present to film every historical story.

The first part is still about the actors performing the past history. Then the camera switches to the modern era a hundred years later, and the academic group represented by Professor Shen, Professor Li and Ye Wanlan continues to tell this history.

In this way, serious historical facts can be made as interesting as possible.

While the program crew was recording a new episode, at this moment, in the library, Fu Qiao was practicing calligraphy in the yard.

In addition to a table and writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, there is also a large water tank, the water in which has been dyed black by ink.

There was rice paper scattered all over the ground under Fu Qiao's feet.

The more she wrote, the less satisfied she felt.

"Qiao Qiao!" A voice sounded, and a girl came in with a schoolbag on her back. "Qiao Qiao, you are practicing calligraphy again. Your handwriting is already very good. Take a rest."

"No, it's still a long way off." Fu Qiao shook his head and sighed, "I've been practicing Fu Ti since I was a child, but unfortunately I can only imitate it 70% of the time, and I can't learn the essence of it."

"After all, she is Fu Guang, the first female poet, unprecedented and unrivalled." The girl consoled her, "I saw on the news today that the program team of Collection of China discovered Fu Guang's new poems."

"They?" Fu Qiao's expression turned cold. "I hate people who use history as a gimmick to make movies every day. Do you think I don't know what they are thinking? They don't respect history at all!"

She would never allow those in the entertainment industry to insult history.

"But Qiao Qiao, do you know where the program group of "Collecting China" found Fu Guang's new poem?" The girl was very excited. "It's right in front of your house!" Fu Qiao frowned and raised her voice suddenly: "What? In front of my house?"

She has lived here for twenty years and has never discovered any new poems by Fu Guang.

Her surname does come from Fuguang, but because she was picked up and raised by her grandfather, she took her grandfather's surname.

She is also proud to have the same surname as Shixian Fuguang.

"Yes." The girl took out her phone and compared photos. "Look at this big tree. Isn't it the old tree in front of your house? Oh, how could the program crew find it first? It's so strange..."

Fu Guang was furious when he saw the photo: "They did this on purpose? After I discovered that they were trying to destroy cultural relics and kicked them out of the library, they started looking for them outside my house?"

The girl was stunned. She opened her mouth but didn't say "But Qiao Qiao, the land outside the door is public."

"Uncle Liu." Fu Qiao immediately put down his pen and went to find the middle-aged man. "Where is the production team? Ask them to come over and give an explanation to my grandfather and me!"

Fu Guang’s new poems must also remain in the library.

**
At 5:30 in the afternoon, the sun began to set, and the gorgeous sunset covered half the sky.

Where the water and the sky meet, the red-gold sunlight blends into the water, like pouring down a piece of gilded water.

Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng were walking along the city wall, and as they walked, they came to the lake.

The old man I met earlier was still sitting at the stone table, and a new chessboard was placed on the table.

Ye Wanlan walked forward, his eyes fell on the chessboard, and he raised his eyebrows: "This endgame..."

"Oh?" The old man was surprised when he saw her expression, "Could it be that Young Friend Ye has seen this endgame?"

"Yeah." Ye Wanlan nodded slightly, "I just saw this endgame in the library this morning, so I was deeply impressed."

"No wonder, no wonder." The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Sometimes I would also play a game of chess in the courtyard, but without Miss Ye, the game is really hard to solve."

Ye Wanlan sat down opposite the old man and smiled: "Then I will obey your orders and continue to solve the remaining problems with you."

The old man was very happy: "With Young Master Ye here, playing chess is not so boring these days."

Unfortunately, his granddaughter had no talent for playing chess, let alone solving the endgames left by ancient chess players.

When he met Ye Wanlan for the first time, he felt that he had a great affinity with this girl.

"My friend is also good at chess." Ye Wanlan looked at Yan Tingfeng and raised his eyebrows again, "If you think I'm boring, he can also accompany you."

The old man laughed: "Good, good, good."

At this time, the director and producer Liu were invited to the library by the middle-aged man.

Before they went, the two thought that Fu Qiao had changed his mind and allowed them to continue filming in the library.

Who would have thought that as soon as they met, Fu Qiao shamelessly asked them to give her Fu Guang's new poems.

"Ms. Fu Qiao, this is a cultural relic discovered by the program team. We are planning to donate it to the Fengyuan Museum." Producer Liu frowned, "It has nothing to do with the library. Besides, this was not your library before."

"No matter whose territory this was before, it is now our family's library." Fu Qiao said confidently, "Anything you find in the library belongs to the library!"

The director was so angry at her shameless words that his whole body was fuming. He completely turned cold and said, "Ms. Fu Qiao, we are recording a program here, but we don't need your permission. It's fine if you just drove us out without any reason, but now you want to seize the cultural relics?"

"But you found it in my house, and you even dug up the big tree in front of my house." Fu Qiao said coldly, "You were the ones who were rude first!"

"What are you arguing about?" A slow voice sounded from outside the door, intimidating without even being angry.

All sounds stopped.

The director and producer Liu looked back and saw an old man wearing a mandarin jacket.

"Grandpa, you're finally back." Fu Qiao immediately rushed forward and hugged the old man's arm, "Grandpa, how could you agree to let them come here to record a show? They even took away our things!"

After saying that, Fu Qiao raised his head and happened to meet the eyes of Ye Wanlan who was standing behind the old man.

Good morning~~