My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

The smile on the enemy general's face had not yet disappeared, but fear had already crept onto his face.

He shouted: "Quick--"

Before he could even utter the word "retreat", the next second, Yan Shunhua jumped up and twisted his neck with her hands.

There was a crisp "click" sound.

Yan Shunhua looked at the blood on the back of her hand and laughed softly: "It's so dirty."

He really does take care of his appearance.

These people ruined his face, and they must pay a price.

Yan Shunhua threw the head in her hand to the ground, and yellow sand filled the sky, quickly covering the head.

He raised his head and looked at the 30,000-strong army.

At this moment, the 30,000-strong army actually retreated in unison, their eyes filled with fear.

They couldn't understand why Yan Shunhua still had such great power after being hit by their high-tech weapons and losing 99% of his vitality?
Are these Shenzhou people all monsters?
Ye Wanlan knew what had happened to Yan Shunhua.

The title of King Xiaoyao was inherited by Yan Shunhua from his father.

The so-called "free and easy" does not only refer to being free and easy in the world, but also to the ghostly and spontaneous nature of his martial arts.

Yan Shunhua once casually mentioned to her and Hua Yingyue that the magical skill that his father had failed to cultivate successfully had been cultivated to the ninth level by him.

However, this ninth level of magical skill can kill one thousand enemies but injure eight hundred of your own. It must not be used unless you are in a desperate situation.

Because once it is used, the only outcome is death.

At that time, Yan Shunhua said in a joking tone: "If the King of Qin is killed one day, I will definitely use this magical power to avenge him."

After hearing this, Hua Yingyue was so angry that she picked up a whip and fought with him.

But I never thought that it would eventually come true.

"Shh-"

The man was wearing a red robe and his figure was like a ghost.

Wherever he went, blood flowed.

The powerful force that erupted from him at this moment, and his movements were so fast that the enemy didn't even have time to use their weapons.

I don't know how long it took until the last enemy soldier fell to the ground.

The blood and yellow sand merged into one and turned into blood sand.

Yan Shunhua's hands were already stained with blood, blending into his clothes and unable to be distinguished.

This place is still a hundred miles away from the border of Eastern Wilderness.

We cannot sleep in the same bed in life, and we cannot be buried in the same grave in death.

But if they could die for China and be buried in their homeland, it is expected that thousands of years later, when the world has changed dramatically, they would be able to meet again.

After taking her last breath, Yan Shunhua fell down.

A free and easy king, he died for his country.

Ye Wanlan remained silent and clenched his fingers.

No wonder no one has ever found Yan Shunhua’s body.

He died of old age, and the corpse looked to be over a hundred years old.

Even if his remains were discovered, archaeologists simply could not believe that this was the King Xiaoyao who died at the age of 27.

Ye Wanlan squatted down slowly, raised her hand and covered Yan Shunhua's eyes.

She whispered, "Brother Yan, don't worry, you are still the most beautiful woman in Ning Dynasty. You were, you are, and you will be in the future."

There seemed to be a faint sigh in the wind, as if relieved and also comforted.

Unconsciously, Ye Wanlan felt moisture in the corners of his eyes.

Tears fell and wet the collar.

At the Global Museum Center, everyone, including the female professor, looked at the girl who was silently weeping in amazement.

They really couldn't understand why they would shed tears in front of such an exquisite ancient fan.

Ye Wanlan blinked gently, with no expression on his face.

She did not take the paper from the girl's hand to wipe away her tears, but just turned around and walked off the stage.

There is nothing shameful or sad about shedding tears.

Everyone will feel pain.

The viewing is still going on, but the atmosphere has been ruined.

Many people looked at Ye Wanlan again and again, with scrutiny in their eyes.

"I know her. She is the Ye Wanlan who has been in the limelight in the past few days. But I really don't understand why she is crying?"

"The people of Shenzhou are crazy. They can cry just by looking at a fan." "That's right. This fan is so beautiful. There is Fu Guang's poem on it. Historical records show that King Xiaoyao Yan Shunhua was good at singing and dancing. I guess this fan symbolizes the prosperous Shenzhou."

"I can't be wrong. We are all so happy and excited, but she, a Chinese, is crying like a funeral stunner. It makes people -"

The rest of the words got stuck in my throat.

The person who was speaking felt as if something was strangling his throat. At that moment, he even had difficulty breathing and was unable to catch his breath.

The others were also silent for a moment because they saw a pair of blue eyes.

It is as clear as the sea and stretches as far as the eye can see.

But at this moment, these eyes that were as blue as the sea were dark and cold, as if a storm was about to gather and thunder was about to fall.

Several students from Shenzhou University were startled and stepped back together.

Ye Wanlan withdrew his gaze and suppressed all his hostility and murderous intent.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling.

No one will know, and probably no one will know in the future.

Everything that can be recorded in history books was seen by someone.

But in that battle of thousands of armies, too many people were buried.

The world will never know how the four princes died, nor will they know what the six major sects paid in this war, nor will they know what Emperor Yongshun said to his old ministers before he hanged himself.

Because there were so few survivors, in the end, there was only one summary in the history books:

During the Yongshun period of 1732 in the Shenzhou calendar, unknown forces invaded. Four princes, six major sects and eight hundred dukes died to protect the Shenzhou continent. Princess Jing'an was torn to pieces, Emperor Yongshun committed suicide to protect the people, Princess Yongle burned herself to death and died together with the enemy, and the Ning Dynasty was destroyed.

It is called the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies in history.

Things that are not recorded in history books will not be remembered by future generations.

But she is different.

She saw the blood and heard the wailing

She is Princess Yongning, she cannot and dare not forget.

"Wanlan?" The girl came up to her and looked at her worriedly, "Are you okay?"

“Nothing.” Ye Wanlan smiled slightly, “I just thought about some things during the filming of “Collection of Shenzhou” and was distracted for a while.”

"Collection of China" has already aired its tenth episode, with two more to go.

The audience was very reluctant to let it go, but they were also looking forward to the final ending.

"The filming of 'Collection of Shenzhou' is so good, and the poem 'Shenzhou Wanxing' written by you, Wanlan," the girl became excited, "especially the descriptions of each historical figure, but the part about the fall of the Ning Dynasty lacks a lot of characters."

"Yeah." Ye Wanlan suddenly smiled, "But I think it will be completed soon."

She closed her eyes again, her thoughts racing.

She has met too many old friends, even the owner of Shenxiao Tower, whom she has met several times.

But in the pictures she saw, there was no trace of Rong Shi.

Taisu Sect Leader Rong Shi...

After half an hour, the viewing ended.

The female professor clapped her hands and said, "Now, we have to seal up the Liuyun Fan and wait for its official announcement to the world tomorrow. Next, please follow me to the cultural relic restoration area to learn relevant knowledge."

The team marched forward in a mighty procession, and Ye Wanlan was among them.

However, at this moment, an alarm suddenly sounded.

"Drip drip!"

Everyone was shocked and confused.

Someone looked sharp and asked in fear: "Where is the Liuyun fan?"

The Liuyun fan that had just been placed in the glass cover had disappeared!
Ye Banlan's eyes narrowed.

Even she didn't notice where the Liuyun Fan went...

Was it really taken away by someone, or was it staged by himself?

"Da da da--"

Footsteps were heard and the guards from the Global Museum rushed in.

The Liuyun Fan was stolen, and they were the last group of people to see it, so they are the most likely suspects.

The students were a little panicked; it was the first time they had seen such a scene.

"Everyone, don't panic." The female professor was very calm. "It's just a routine checkup. We didn't do it. There will be no problem."

"Everyone, stay here and get checked!" The guard leader swept his eyes around the hall and finally landed on the exchange students from Yunjing University. "Take these Shenzhou people away separately!"

"Yes!" (End of this chapter)