Chapter 130 The strong wind has risen, and it is unstoppable! 【2 updates】
This reassembled dagger is completely different from the strange shape just now.
The pattern above the handle of the dagger and the pattern below the blade are connected together, just as it is the "Yan" of the King of Yan.
Professor Xue couldn''t help but widen his eyes and almost jumped up in an instant.
As a professor of the History Department of Yunjing University and also a senior member of the Archaeology Center of the Shenzhou Cultural Relics Bureau, Professor Xue certainly cannot not know what the meaning of "Yan" is.
If this shape of "Yan" appears on the object, it proves that this object must be made by the King of Yan himself.
At least all the cultural relics made by the King of Yan that exist in the Yunjing Museum now have the word "Yan".
Previously, Professor Xue only thought that the strange-shaped dagger was also randomly drawn patterns, but after Ye Wanlan reassembled it, he also discovered that it was the Yan King of Yan!
Professor Xue barely restrained his excitement because he knew this was a public place and there were many people and eyes.
Ordinary cultural relics can cause robbery by those who are interested, let alone made by the King of Yan?
"Please hold it." Professor Xue took a deep breath and quietly pushed the dagger into Ye Wanlan''s hand, "Let''s go ahead and take a look."
Ye Wanlan naturally knew what Professor Xue was worried about, so when she showed the dagger, only Professor Xue could see it from the angle.
"What''s wrong with the professor? I always feel that he feels so uncomfortable if he has something to hold it in."
"I must be angry. There are so many people applying for archaeological projects this time. Why did a high school student who didn''t even go to college suddenly squeeze in?"
"I guess I''m going through the back door, and I''m still cheated on the stall now. How can the professor not be angry?"
"Oh, but little girl, I understand..."
The archaeological team left the stall, but the stall owner still frowned and looked at Ye Wanlan''s back, his eyes full of thought.
Could it be...what is the deeper origin of that dagger that can''t even cut a dish?
He also collected this dagger from others, and the earliest source cannot be traced.
The stall owner was more careful. He took out his cell phone and quietly sent a few messages.
In the archaeological team, Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng were walking at the end, looking very dissatisfied.
Yan Tingfeng turned his head and his voice was very low: "Is it the relic of King Yan?"
Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Smart, Mr. Yan."
This is the first time she called him that.
At the age of three, his parents died in the pursuit, and there were still countless enemies.
In order to avenge his revenge, he hid his name and climbed to the position of leader of the martial arts world.
Over time, he became accustomed to the namelessness, and everyone around him called him a young master.
At this moment, the two "Young Master" who had ancient charm were called out by her in a slow tone, as if feathers were falling down leisurely, gently tugging their hearts.
"There are few things that can cause Miss Ye''s emotions to fluctuate." Yan Tingfeng''s voice was gentle and cold, "I just saw that there was only this dagger in your eyes, and when Professor Xue looked wrong, I had such a guess."
"That''s because you are smart and have a sharp eye." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "I didn''t expect to find this authentic product in such a stall that is all fake."
In fact, this is her thing, and she can only see it at a glance.
Ye Wanlan lowered his head and stroked the dagger carefully.
The blade was cold, but a cluster of flames were brought up in the palms of her fingertips.
Memories that have spanned three hundred years have come one after another at this moment.
That was when she was very young, she was only eleven years old, and Hejia was only sixteen, and she had just been named King of Yan.
On her birthday, he presented the dagger to her.
"Brother Wang, what is this?"
"A gift to Xiaolan." Hejia smiled faintly, "This thing can be used to protect yourself. I often visit privately. I am always afraid that you will be hurt."
If you want to practice martial arts, internal strength is an indispensable thing.
However, because she could not condense her internal energy, she could only practice the light skills of "The Story of Miles".
Princess Yongning''s identity is too noble. As long as she leaves the palace, she will be chased and will never stop.
"When I''m not by your side, you must protect yourself." Hejia gently touched her head, "But as long as Brother Wang is here, you won''t have any trouble."
Three hundred years later, Ning Chao had been destroyed, and this dagger actually appeared in front of her again.
Perhaps in the dark, the bloodline and fate cannot be erased.
Even though the King of Yan died, he still remembered the agreement between them.
And she will never forget his will.
She will let China reach its peak again and pass on the inheritance forever.
Now the strong wind has risen, and it is unstoppable!
Along the way, Professor Xue was a little absent-minded and frequently looked back at Ye Wanlan, for fear that she would fall behind.
Several members of the archaeological center also saw his half-heartedness, but they didn''t know what was going on, so they could only look at each other.
After holding it all the way, Professor Xue couldn''t wait to call Ye Wanlan to a secluded place.
"How do you see that the dagger has hidden secrets?" Professor Xue asked impatiently, "Genius, this dagger is not even recorded in history books. Tell me quickly, please!"
Ye Wanlan spoke slowly: "I like playing with Rubik''s Cube."
Professor Xue: "?"
She said slowly, "I feel like this dagger can be taken apart, so I tried it, but I didn''t expect it to be true."
Professor Xue: "???"
King Yan was one of the historical figures they focused on studying.
The ancient Chinese mechanism was very powerful, and the King of Yan was even more proficient in Qimen Dunjia. Can the weapons he cast be compared with the Rubik''s Cube?
Even the highest level Rubik''s Cube cannot compare!
Professor Xue stared at Ye Wanlan''s eyes, trying to see any clues from it.
But the other party looked at him without any fluctuation, his crescent eyes slightly bent, as blue as the sea, encompassing everything.
Professor Xue finally lost and muttered, "Okay, whatever you say is what you say. I said before that you would be deceived by your stupid old hat. It turns out that I am the stupid old hat!"
Not to mention 5,000 yuan, even if you buy a dagger made by King Yan for 500,000 yuan, you will make a profit!
Professor Xue rubbed his hands: "Well, I have a request, can I—"
“Donate to the museum?”
"No, no, this is what you bought, of course it''s yours." Professor Xue looked serious, "I''m just asking for your opinion. Can you lend it to Yunjing Archaeology Center at that time and let us study it?"
Who would have thought that the weapon cast by the King of Yan could be found on the stall next to the ancient street of Yancheng?
Ye Wanlan thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."
"Then let''s just say that." Professor Xue was overjoyed, "Old Fu definitely didn''t expect that he came to Yancheng before me, but I made a big discovery first!"
This made him so proud.
Ye Wanlan nodded slightly and asked again: "Professor, I need to take an hour off in the afternoon, is that OK?"
"No problem, of course no problem." Professor Xue agreed immediately, "Come to find me when you finish your work, I will wait for you."
If Wanlan finds some real antiques overnight, it will be a big deal!
Professor Xue''s eyes were already filled with green light.
This is his treasure, he must take good care of it!
**
At 2:00 p.m., after the reorganization of the crew of "Qianqiusui", the first publicity meeting was officially held.
Many viewers who have won the live tickets have entered the venue, including major media.
"I was so excited to have a pipa music accompaniment before!"
"The gossip, don''t wait for the pipa to accompany you, the person playing the pipa is injured."
"Really? Isn''t that a crew lie?"
On stage, Nie Shuangyi and Zhou Chengyu, as male and female protagonists, are being interviewed by the media.
The two of them looked very calm and could not see any strange phenomena.
Until a long-prepared reporter took a step forward and raised his microphone: "The crew said that when they first filmed this drama, they would also promote intangible cultural heritage together. I heard that there is a Pipa song to listen to today, but why haven''t it yet?"
"Our pipa master is still preparing, and you will hear it in a while." Nie Shuangyi smiled faintly, "Pipa is the first of the plucked instruments, I hope everyone can like it."
The reporter pressed the headset and obviously received a new order. He spoke again: "Are you really preparing or just making a gimmick? In fact, the pipa did not have it at all-"
“Clean!”
The short sound of the pipa suddenly sounded like a war drum, overshadowing the reporter''s voice and instantly mobilized the atmosphere of the audience.
“Here you come!”
"It''s the lonely smoke in the desert! A very professional pipa player!"
The sound of the pipa brought the atmosphere on the scene to a new level.
However, several media outlets changed their faces. Obviously, they could not understand why there were still pipa players to accompany them.
“Clean!”
The sound of the pipa was still flowing, and Nie Shuangyi''s heart was completely relieved and began to answer the media''s questions with ease.
According to the plan, the question time is eight minutes, which happens to be the length of the song "Lonely Smoke in the Desert".
But obviously media reporters and audiences on the scene are very interested in this promotional meeting. After the song "Lonely Smoke in the Desert" is over, the promotional meeting is still not over.
The director was a little nervous and pressed the headset: "Backstage, prepare to play other music."
However, at this moment, the sound of the pipa sounded again.
Unlike the loneliness and distantness of "The Smoke of the Desert", this song sounds very light and outlines the bustling streets in front of you.
Sweet car and BMW, attic palace.
The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the white walls and black tiles.
The sound of the pipa is chirping, like pearls and jade falling all over the ground.
The light music makes people feel refreshed and soothes the restless reporters.
The producer opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked at Ye Wanlan, who was still playing the strings.
This, this song is...
There were also reporters with extremely strong ears who heard this song. She opened her mouth wide in surprise, and forgot that other reporters were still asking questions, blurting out: "Wait... Is this Qingpingle?!"
Qingpingle, Princess Yongning was the work of the gods.
?Sister Lan began to show her power!
??PS: All cities are fictional and have nothing to do with reality. Please do not substitute them.
??When I draw the map, I will insert it into the text (just don’t dislike my painting skills 2333)
??Continue to ask Sister Lan for a vote!
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(This chapter ends)