My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

Chapter 549: Shock! Princess Yongning's Grace [1 update]

There are a total of eighteen names involved in this announcement.

If you are not in the field of calligraphy, you have never heard of these names, including Yong Dongyue.

You may not know the name, but the title of president of the Calligraphy Association is enough to cause a sensation.

Soon, some media moved this notice to major social platforms.

#The calligraphy association president and 18 other people were removed from their positions! #
#Calligraphy Association Emergency Notice#
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[Did I open it the wrong way? The Youth Calligraphy Finals were held in the morning, and the president of the calligraphy association was dismissed in the afternoon? 】

[The words "favoritism and fraud" came out, so it proves that there is something fishy about today's award selection, right? The first place should indeed belong to Ye Wanlan! ]

[Fuck, is Ye Wanlan so proud? She had a falling out with the calligraphy association in public, but not only was she not banned, but the president of the calligraphy association was replaced? What kind of fantasy is this? ]

[I am the only one who is curious about who has the ability to replace the president of the calligraphy association? ]

Mr. Fu personally stepped forward and the Calligraphy Association indeed acted very quickly.

In addition, Yong Dongyue did a lot of illegal things in private, and he was taken away for investigation just after he was removed from the position of president of the Calligraphy Association.

The entire calligraphy association was in turmoil. Everyone felt insecure and began racking their brains to think about whether they had done anything similar.

After purging the Calligraphy Association with thunder and lightning, Mr. Fu handed over the matter to Miao Fanghua and was invited to the Lin family.

Ye Wanlan had been waiting for a long time and stepped forward: "Help the old man."

"My dear friend Ye, I am sorry for what happened today." After seeing her, Mr. Fu couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Those people who only seek fame and reputation didn't give you the award because of me. In the end, I became an accomplice of the powerful."

"Mr. Fu, what you said is totally wrong." Ye Wanlan shook his head slightly, "You had no idea about this matter before it happened. How could it be your fault? I also want to thank you for getting justice for me."

"With Young Friend Ye's ability, why would he need an old man like me?" Mr. Fu laughed. "If Young Friend Yan hadn't sent me all the evidence, I don't know how long I would have been kept in the dark."

People like Yong Dongyue used calligraphy as a tool to gain fame, fortune and money, which he could never tolerate.

Upon hearing this, Yan Tingfeng blinked gently and smiled: "Old Fu's majesty is not old, and only you can do things so successfully in such a short time."

"The work within the calligraphy association is being handed over, and the award that Ye Xiaoyou deserves will be returned in a while." Mr. Fu stroked his beard, "I won't go into these trivial matters. I want to see Ye Xiaoyou's calligraphy with my own eyes."

He also only watched the live broadcast clips, but for something like calligraphy, one must see it with one's own eyes to fully appreciate the shock it brings.

Ye Wanlan nodded and unfolded the prepared scroll.

The verdicts of the six major sects and the sentence "The Master of Shenxiao Tower, the best in the world" were displayed before Mr. Fu's eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to feel the vast rivers and lakes of thousands of years ago rushing towards him, with countless heroic sons and daughters emerging.

Taiyi Palace, Shen Ce Army, Taisu Sect, Tianyinfang, Penglai Mountain and Beiming Sect, together with the Shenxiao Tower standing above the six major sects, outline the magnificent and thrilling era of Jianghu in Shenzhou.

"Good...good!" Mr. Fu's eyes were full of amazement. "Young friend Ye is so young, but he has already written Fu style so well. I, an old man, am ashamed of myself."

If you ask yourself honestly, when he was Ye Wanlan's age, he couldn't write such a good calligraphy.

Ye Wanlan said: "I have been practicing calligraphy for a long time. As the first person to practice calligraphy, Fu Lao is truly worthy of respect."

She has nine hundred and ninety-nine years more than others, so naturally she has more time to study.

"You have practiced for a long time, but I, an old man, haven't practiced for a long time?" Mr. Fu Lao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "I am several times your age this year, but I don't know how to write this calligraphy..."

"Mr. Fu, I have already sent this work out, so there is no reason for me to take it back." Ye Wanlan smiled, "So I want to write a separate copy for you, in front of you, which is better."

"Of course!" Mr. Fu's expression brightened, "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Ye."

Ye Wanlan led him into the study on the second floor: "I wonder what Mr. Fu wants me to write?"

Hearing this, Mr. Fu pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "My ancestors and Princess Yongning were close friends. Princess Yongning went to ask our ancestor Fu Guang to come out of seclusion seven times, and the two became good friends. So, please use Fu's body to write a sentence in history that describes Princess Yongning."

Ye Wanlan was slightly startled, then smiled again after a moment: "Okay."

The ink had been ground, she dipped the brush in ink, and slowly wrote eight big characters on the white rice paper.

——Silver saddle, white horse, unparalleled beauty. These eight words are actually the words left by the free and easy king Yan Shunhua.

Also, because Yan Shunhua has a very high affinity among the people, this sentence has also spread widely.

That day, Princess Yongning returned to Fengyuan from outside, riding on a white horse decorated with silver.

"What a wonderful 'white horse with a silver saddle, unparalleled beauty'!" Mr. Fu was very moved. "It's really well written!"

He had a sharp eye and could easily tell that the eight words written by Ye Wanlan were even better than the entry in the final.

It is no exaggeration to say that Ye Wanlan's level of physical support is beyond the reach of others.

Yan Tingfeng looked at these eight words quietly, and his thoughts drifted back to three hundred years ago.

Princess Yongning brought back a lot of good news when she returned to Fengyuan this time.

At that time, there was turmoil in the martial arts world again. Some evil people were committing crimes and he went to strangle them.

The painting was handed to him by the Left Protector after he dealt with the evil man.

As a major force in the martial arts world, Shenxiao Tower naturally has its own spies in Fengyuan City.

But the most common thing the spy did was to draw a picture of Princess Yongning and then send the picture back to Shenxiao Tower.

In the painting, Princess Yongning is riding a horse into the city, looking very heroic.

But whether it is the painting or these eight words, I think they only depict 60% to 70% of Princess Yongning's spirit.

He had no way of seeing her true beauty and could only get a glimpse of her from her words and paintings.

Do you regret it?
Yan Tingfeng turned his head slightly.

Of course I regret it.

"Thank you, friend Ye, for writing these eight words for me. I will treasure them well." Mr. Fu carefully put away the scroll and said with a smile, "I will stay in Yunjing for two more days and then return to Fengyuan. I still like the people of my hometown Fengyuan."

Yunjing is indeed an international metropolis with rapid development of high technology, but only the ancient city of Fengyuan can make him feel spiritual peace.

"Fu Lao, this is the tonic I prepared specifically for you." Ye Wanlan handed over a wooden box. "You are in good health, but you still have some old ailments. These medicines can help you strengthen your body and prolong your life."

Mr. Fu couldn't help but be surprised: "How did Young Master Ye know about my body..."

"Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, "I have also felt your pulse."

"I see." Mr. Fu took a deep breath and said, "Young friend Ye, you are really amazing."

He accepted the wooden box and treasured it very much.

Binghe and Tiema drove again to take Mr. Fu back to his residence in Yunjing.

"Listen, I didn't write the calligraphy on the field very carefully." Ye Wanlan turned his head, "Shall I write a new one for you?"

"No need." Yan Tingfeng shook his head gently, "I like it very much. This one is good."

The meaning of this calligraphy is extraordinary to him.

**
In the evening, Fu Qiao returned to the hotel and waited for a long time, but the Calligraphy Association did not send her the prizes.

Although she doesn't lack it, it doesn't mean she doesn't want it.

Fu Qiao immediately called and asked impatiently, "Where's my prize? You guys are not going to deduct it, are you?"

The other party paused for a few seconds before asking, "Ms. Fu Qiao, you...didn't you read the official website notice?"

Fu Qiao frowned: "What notice?"

Today she won the Youth Calligraphy Association championship for the second consecutive year, which is a day worth celebrating.

So she made an appointment with a few girls she met in Yunjing to go out and get together. How could she have the time to read the official website notice?

"Then...then you should read it yourself." The other party sighed and said tactfully, "Fu Lao went to the association in person and was furious about today's award. The current president is no longer Yong Dongyue, and your award has been cancelled."