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Chapter 309: She is the only disciple of the Imperial Master Han Yunsheng! [1 more]

Han Yunsheng, the Imperial Preceptor of Daning, was her first teacher, who taught her and answered her questions.

When she first started practicing calligraphy, she naturally imitated Han Yunsheng's handwriting. Only after she became proficient in it did she develop her own style.

She didn't say she could imitate Han Yunsheng's handwriting exactly, but she could make it 90% similar.

There were several times when Han Yunsheng thought it was troublesome and did not want to write a reply letter, so he asked her to do it for him.

As soon as these words came out, the whole table fell silent.

"..."

The director lost his composure, his hands shook, and the chopsticks almost stabbed into his throat.

Producer Liu held onto the table to prevent himself from falling to the ground. "May I ask Miss Ye, what do you mean by this sentence..."

"What I mean is that if the program team needs it, I can be responsible for recording this aspect." Ye Wanlan said, "After all, it is really difficult to ask the inheritor of the cold body to record the clips added temporarily."

Mr. Fu was also a little surprised: "Young friend Ye really has a cold body?"

He and Ye Wanlan met by chance and played a few games of chess by the lake. He could already clearly understand how superb Ye Wanlan's chess skills were.

Unexpectedly, she also has some knowledge of calligraphy?

"Playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting are all my hobbies." Ye Wanlan smiled.

In Han Yunsheng's words, learning music, chess, calligraphy and painting can cultivate one's sentiments and remove all worldly desires.

In her own words, it was to suppress her murderous intent and prevent herself from going crazy and running wild in the 999th year.

After all, in order to become a qualified king, what she learned the most were the emperor's mentality, the way of governing the country and the six arts of a gentleman.

"Then there is no need to look for the inheritor of the cold body. Ye Xiaoyou and I will definitely be able to complete the requirements of the program team by working together." Grandpa Fu said with a smile, "I believe in Ye Xiaoyou's ability. If the program team still needs it, we can also film Go at that time. Go is also an indispensable part of our cultural heritage."

The director was still dazed. After being kicked hard by Producer Liu, he finally came to his senses with a shout: "Thank you Miss Ye and Mr. Fu. I will have everyone prepare everything tomorrow!"

"Come, come, come, I got this wine from an old friend not long ago. He brewed it himself, so it doesn't have much alcohol." Mr. Fu continued, "You can have a drink and taste it."

Yan Tingfeng was about to pick up one of the wine glasses, but Ye Wanlan held his hand down: "I've been taking medicine recently and can't drink."

He blinked gently: "Fu Lao said that this wine has no alcohol content."

"Be obedient, for the sake of your health." Ye Wanlan glanced at him, "I don't want you to die young."

die young?
Hearing these four words, Yan Tingfeng burst out laughing.

At his age now, he must be considered an old monster, right?
Who could have lived as long as he did?
Three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. The world has changed dramatically. Things and people have changed. Even the flowers are no longer the same as they were before.

If it weren't for the scars on his body left by his past enemies reminding him that the past was real, he might really doubt whether he was still really living in this world.

"Okay, I'll listen." Yan Tingfeng coughed slightly, "If Xiao Wan hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you had a cold."

"Han Ti and Fu Ti are the two main schools of thought nowadays." Ye Wanlan said in a light voice, "If you practice calligraphy, you naturally have to practice these two schools."

"That makes sense." Yan Tingfeng smiled lightly, but his eyes became darker and darker.

When he first met Ye Wanlan, he felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity from her.

But he just couldn't grasp this sense of familiarity.

In addition to the sense of familiarity, he actually felt a strong sense of resonance with her.

It was as if a hand was knocking gently on the door of his heart again and again.

This feeling is unprecedented.

"You can drink juice." A cup was placed in front of him. "If you really want to drink, wait a few days."

Yan Tingfeng came back to his senses: "I will listen to you."

On the other side, in the room behind the library.

Fu Qiao was furious and threw everything in the house to the ground.

She fell and cried, without any image at all.

Why?
She had driven away many film crews in the past, not wanting these fame-seeking people to insult the library and historical culture. Old Man Fu would only scold her at most and had never put her in solitary confinement.

"Miss, the old man still loves you, but you really went too far this time, and you exposed it in public, and the old man just happened to see you." The middle-aged man tried to comfort her, "It's just seven days of confinement, it's no big deal."

"What do you mean it's no big deal?" Fu Qiao's voice changed with anger, "Grandpa is clearly favoring an outsider who he has only met a few times! I am his granddaughter!"

However, when she said this, she felt unsure and a little panicked.

She knew that she was an orphan and was picked up and raised by Mr. Fu out of kindness.

After discovering that she had a great talent for calligraphy, he began to train her in calligraphy.

Mr. Fu has no children, but she does not have any blood relationship with him.

Since Mr. Fu was able to pick her up, would he recognize another Ye Wanlan?

"Well, Miss, you'd better think about it carefully." The middle-aged man shook his head, walked out and locked the door.

In recent years, Fu Qiao's temper has indeed become more and more arrogant and domineering. When he encounters something he doesn't like, he always cries, makes a scene, or even threatens to commit suicide. After a while, even Mr. Fu's patience will be worn out.

The middle-aged man sighed.

It was also his fault. He had always indulged Fu Qiao, which led to her developing such a personality. He hoped it was not too late.

**
The next day, early in the morning.

After the program crew finished filming at the Library, they set the most important filming location at the ruins of the Xiang Family Palace.

Mr. Fu has studied Fu style all his life, and a piece of calligraphy he wrote can be sold for hundreds of millions.

The director didn't intend to keep the calligraphy for himself, but Mr. Fu was very straightforward and generous: "This calligraphy is my apology gift to the program team. The program team can do whatever they want with it."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Fu?" The director was displeased. "Since it's your gift, of course I have to keep it well."

On this side, Ye Wanlan also finished writing the last word.

She wrote about a poem written by Han Yunsheng, which is also a compulsory subject for primary and secondary school students.

"Wanlan, this is amazing, isn't it?" Xu Qingyu couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's so real that it can be mistaken for the real thing!"

Shen Yeqiu also nodded and commented: "Without decades of calligraphy skills, it is impossible to write it."

The two pieces of calligraphy were placed together and they were surprisingly equally good.

The chilling of tendons and supporting of bones was replicated at this moment.

"Young friend Ye, are you interested in participating in this year's calligraphy competition?" Old Man Fu stroked his beard. "Although the registration has already closed, I can still use my privilege to include you, Young friend Ye."

Young people are talented, but they are neither arrogant nor impatient.

In today's materialistic society, we need people like this.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have already signed up for this year's calligraphy competition." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "When the time comes, I will find time to ask for leave from the program team and participate in the competition."

"Okay, that's good!" Mr. Fu nodded. "Your writing of Hanti is very good. You will definitely get a good ranking in the competition. Maybe you can even take first place."

The director asked curiously, "I'm an outsider, but I can see that Miss Ye's calligraphy is at a very high level. Could it be that there are even better people in this year's calligraphy competition?"

"Alas, I can't guarantee it." Mr. Fu hesitated for a moment and shook his head. "The last time I saw her was three years ago. At that time, she had already won the calligraphy competition championship that year. But in the past three years, I'm afraid her ability will also improve rapidly."

"There are always people who are better than you." Ye Wanlan was very calm. "I don't need to compare myself with others. I just need to follow my own path."

But if she goes, she will go to the top.

"Young friend Ye is indeed very thoughtful." Old Master Fu laughed. "If you participate in the calligraphy competition, I will be a judge. Of course, I will be fair and impartial in the competition."

"This morning's filming is over, let's call it a day." The director clapped his hands, "Teachers, please get ready. Our flight this afternoon will fly directly to South City."

Everyone started packing up and preparing to leave the palace ruins.

However, suddenly——

"Boom!"

There was a loud thunder and the sky suddenly darkened.

Ye Wanlan narrowed his eyes and looked up.

The last time the program crew was filming at the imperial palace ruins, they encountered a psychic from Hokuriku, so Bureau 723 increased surveillance around the imperial palace ruins to prevent similar accidents from happening again.

But how could there be sudden thunder in broad daylight and then dark clouds cover the sky in an instant?
Even for a psychic or a sorcerer, it is very difficult to achieve this.

After all, among all matters, big or small, matters in heaven are the most unpredictable and the most difficult to change.

The director was also shocked and spoke tremblingly: "It won't be another..."

"Nothing, Director. You and Fu Lao go first. I'll go over and take a look." Ye Wanlan raised his hand. "No need to follow."

She quickly crossed the threshold of the palace, and then, out of sight of everyone, she tapped her toes, circulated her internal energy, and jumped onto the beam.

"Boom!"

The thunder continued and the dark clouds lingered.

But in this darkness, Ye Wanlan saw a ray of light.

"Your Highness, could it be that the same situation as me and Stupid Qingyun happened again?" Yu Luan Zan was stunned. "Have we encountered another talking antique?"

“I don’t know.” Ye Wanlan walked forward carefully. “Let’s go and take a look first. This natural phenomenon must be extraordinary.”

As soon as the words fell, that is, at this moment——

"Whoosh!"

The ray of light actually flew directly towards Ye Wanlan. She stretched out her hand and actually held it firmly in her palm.

Qing Yunpei lost her voice: "Your Highness, this is not——"

When the light fell, Ye Wanlan's expression was shocked when he saw clearly what was in his hand!
Good morning~~