My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

The material of the Liuyun fan is indeed not paper.

Instead, it is made of sharp golden silk and a metal called soft cloud iron.

The former is the silk spun by the golden silkworm, which cannot be cut by fire or destroyed by water.

The latter is an extremely rare metal. Although it is as soft as dough, it is indestructible and can withstand many attacks.

This fan can be used for both attack and defense, and the fan surface and ribs are exquisitely crafted, making it a great accessory, so it is something Yan Shunhua never leaves behind.

Yan Shunhua knew that she and Fu Guang were close friends, so she specifically asked her to ask Fu Guang to write a poem on the Liuyun fan.

The poem on the right side of the fan was written by Fu Guang for Yan Shunhua.

Although there is no signature, anyone who has studied Futi will know who wrote this poem.

Sure enough, a student blurted out: "Futi! This is a poem written by Fu Guang. Could it be that the owner of this fan is Fu Guang?"

Chinese studies is a required subject at Shenzhou University, and many of Fu Guang’s poems are listed among them, so students all have a deep understanding of her.

"Yes, this poem was indeed written by Fu Guang, but this fan does not belong to Fu Guang." The female professor said, "There is a word 'Yan' on the handle of this fan."

The girl lost her voice: "King Xiaoyao?!"

Among the four kings, only King Xiaoyao was not famous for his military prowess, but for his stunning face and outstanding skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Romantic things are often the most popular things among the public.

Therefore, Yan Shunhua also has a large number of fans in later generations.

"According to our archaeological experts, this is the personal belongings of King Xiaoyao Yan Shunhua." The female professor nodded, "This fan is also very much in line with his preferences. Experts further speculate that he was able to get Fu Guang to write a poem because he had access to Princess Yongning."

Ye Wanlan lowered his eyelashes and sneered softly.

The Global Center does have in-depth research on China, but why did Yan Shunhua’s Liuyun Fan appear here?
It seems that the battle of ten thousand armies three hundred years ago was indeed the work of the Global Center.

"Please come forward and have a look," the female professor continued. "If you have any questions, you can ask them on the spot, but remember that cultural relics are precious and you must not touch them with your hands."

The students were all excited.

It is extremely lucky and rare to be able to view cultural relics of great historical value at such a close distance.

"Wanlan, is there really no way for us to bring the Liuyun Fan back to Shenzhou?" The girl gritted her teeth, "They are just a bunch of bandits!"

Ye Wanlan said nothing. She followed the other students, getting closer and closer to the Liuyun Fan.

It was impossible for her to take the Liuyun Fan away in front of so many people.

But it's easy to touch.

Even the surveillance camera could not capture Ye Wanlan's fake moves.

What she wanted was the fragments of past history, the history that belonged to Yan Shunhua!

"Shh-"

The light in front of my eyes became blurred, and when it became clearer, what came into view was a scene of ruins.

Ye Wanlan immediately recognized that this was the second largest city in Donghuang.

Since this is the current scene, the timeline is after Hua Yingyue died in battle.

"Everyone says that King Xiaoyao has a good appearance, which makes men and women in Shenzhou admire him madly." A laugh came from behind her, "After seeing him today, it is true that his reputation is well-deserved. He is obviously a man, but he gave birth to a girl's appearance. Hahahahaha——"

There was a strong sense of sarcasm in this laughter. It was not a compliment but a humiliation.

Ye Wanlan turned around slowly and finally saw the culprit from three hundred years ago again.

Today, she can be sure that the place where this group of people is located has a civilization that is more advanced than the Ning Dynasty.

With their technological power, they can easily launch a dimensionality reduction attack on the Ning Dynasty.

But I'm afraid due to some restrictions, they can't use their full strength.

Opposite the army of 30,000, there was only one person.

The man stood sideways, with yellow sand blowing on his face, but it could not hide his extraordinary appearance.

Ning Zhaozong and the late queen were both extremely beautiful and elegant, so it was natural that their children were not bad either.

Prince Hejia of Yan, the head of the four royal titles, is the dream lover of countless ladies.

Hejia's facial features are sharp and his outline is cold, which makes him extremely aggressive and intimidating.

However, Yan Shunhua was born like a woman, with a beautiful face. He also liked to dress up as a woman and sing on the stage. Many people came to see him just to see him.

Yan Shunhua didn't say anything. Blood dripped down his fingers, dyeing the Liuyun Fan deep red.

Ye Wanlan finally understood.

Why did she find that the golden silk was tinged with blood red when she observed the Liuyun Fan just now? It turned out to be Yan Shunhua's blood.

At this moment, he was seriously injured.

But the prince was too proud to allow him to bow.

I guess he rushed to the East Desert immediately after hearing the news. Unfortunately, he was still late.

Yan Shunhua looked gloomy.

"General, he is a lazy prince, so I guess his skills are still far behind the other three kings." A deputy general said, "Besides, the King of Yan, the King of Chu, and the King of Qin would rather die than surrender, and we didn't get the pleasure of humiliating them."

The enemy general nodded thoughtfully: "Not bad."

These Shenzhou people are all tough guys who can't be beaten, which makes them feel very boring.

"Admiral, before we came here, didn't we bring that..." The deputy general gestured, "Wouldn't it be just right to use it on him?"

"This..." The enemy general hesitated, "Before we set out, the Lord said that we are not allowed to use the technological power beyond the capabilities of this world. I'm afraid it will bring disaster!"

The laws of the world are everywhere and no one can violate them.

"Sir, it's only a moment." The deputy general advised again, "Don't you want to humiliate him properly?"

The enemy general hesitated for a moment, and finally responded: "That makes sense, come here!"

"Om-!"

A dazzling light shot out. Yan Shunhua was already seriously injured and it was difficult for him to stand, so he naturally could not avoid it.

The next second, Ye Wanlan's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out: "Shunhua!"

Because under the cover of this light, Yan Shunhua's face actually aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only his face, but also his body, gradually became hunched over from being tall and straight.

In just a few seconds, his face, which was more beautiful than the courtesan in the Imperial Music Bureau, was covered with wrinkles and it was no longer possible to recognize his original appearance.

This not only makes him age, but directly robs him of his vitality!
Those with inner strength inherently possess the power to retain youth, because whether it is the face, the black hair, or the shiny skin, as long as there is enough vitality, they can always be nourished.

But once the vitality is lost, these will naturally not be able to be maintained.

"Hahahaha, look at how ugly he is. He's still Yan Shunhua, ugh!"

"Take him to the river, and let him see his appearance for himself."

"I think we should hang him on the city wall so that his admirers can see him."

"How dare you come to the East Desert alone? He thinks he is the King of Qin, but you don't even have half a soldier under your command. It's shameful..."

It seemed as if someone was playing a sad song in my ears, with countless voices intertwined together.

The sound of the piano is like weeping and complaining, the sound of the flute is mournful and endless, and the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away are weeping.

The ears are filled with sorrow and the eyes are filled with devastation.

Ye Wanlan knew what this was.

They are the millions of dead bodies on the Chinese mainland, and the innocent people who cannot leave.

Every inch of land is stained with blood, and every inch of land is stained with blood. Every ...

It was also in the poem "Shenzhou Wanxing" that she wrote about the fall of the Ning Dynasty.

"Beauty turns into flames and crashes down,

I have been drunken on the battlefield and have not returned home yet.
Full of shackles,

Broken bones into sand—"

Ye Wanlan spoke in a very light voice, and finally completed the lyrics of the song that belonged to King Xiaoyao: "The eyebrows and eyes will eventually wither..."

So, that's how it is.

How could Yan Shunhua not notice the changes in him?

"I look at myself in the mirror every day, but I've never been as flamboyant as you." Hua Yingyue's voice rang in her ears, with a disdainful tone, "If you get old one day and have an extra wrinkle on your face, won't you be heartbroken? Don't let me coax you then."

Yan Shunhua lowered his head, and there were wrinkles not only on his face, but also on his hands.

He began to cough and slowly spat out blood: "His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin is right again..."

But he, King Xiaoyao, has the title of king, so how could he really not have the power of king?

However, the King of Yan protects the northwest, the King of Chu guards the southern border, the King of Qin protects the eastern wilderness, and the emperor guards the national border, so there is really no need for him to lead troops anymore.

But this does not mean that his strength is really weaker than these thirty thousand.

Yan Shunhua was still smiling, but her eyes had changed.

The enemy didn't notice and was still laughing and taunting him.

Yan Shunhua smiled faintly: "Since we came together, then let's all stay!"

"Om-"

In an instant, the situation changed! (End of this chapter)