Chapter 305 Sister Lan, a historical treasure book of walking! 【1 update】


    She is a girl walking in through the back door, holding a broom in her left hand.


    She saw Ye Wanlan''s actions and looked unwilling. Without saying a word, she stretched out a hand to pull Ye Wanlan''s hair.


    "Wow!" Qing Yunpei was shocked, "Be careful with your princess!"


    With Ye Wanlan''s skills, how could others really get close to her?


    She just took a little step to the right rear and avoided the hand.


    The girl obviously didn''t expect that she would be empty-handed. She rushed to take it back and pressed her body against the glass cabinet.


    "Pu"


    The brush was shocked into the air.


    The director widened his eyes and stood there without daring to move.


    This is the interior of the library. Every collection in the glass cabinet is a cultural relic passed down from ancient times and has extremely high historical and artistic value.


    If you are destroyed like this, money is a small matter and culture is a big matter!


    The girl''s body also froze and her face changed drastically.


    Ye Wanlan''s pupils suddenly narrowed, and her fingers moved slightly without moving.


    A stream of air that was generated out of thin air surged up, and the brush that was about to fall to the ground was carried back to the pen holder by this stream.


    “…”


    The scene was silent.


    The director''s eyes widened even wider, unable to believe everything he saw.


    How could that brush bounce back in a strange arc?


    This is a violation of the principles of gravity!


    The girl then stood up on the edge of the glass cabinet.


    When she found that the brush was intact, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, her eyes swept to Ye Wanlan coldly: "Speak! Who told you to touch it? You almost ruined an antique, do you know?"


    Ye Wanlan slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were very light: "What are you calling?"


    "What am I calling?" The girl was furious, "I agree to let you record the show here, but I didn''t allow you to touch my things! This time I was lucky, nothing happened, if you really did, you wouldn''t be able to lose everything!"


    Qing Yunpei was so angry that he cursed: "Don''t say that our princess just looked at it, so what if he touched it, it was her thing!"


    The Yuluan Hair was still scared: "Fortunately, after seeing the sky again, I was picked up by His Royal Highness of the Princess. Otherwise, I would have been taken away by someone else, wouldn''t I be called someone else''s private property?"


    "Miss Fu, please calm down." The director came back to his senses and hurried forward, "We didn''t mean to touch the cultural relics here. Miss Ye just took a look just now. I testified, but she didn''t even reach out."


    "That was what I stopped in time. If I didn''t show up, I think you will take the things here for yourself." Fu Qiao said coldly, "You don''t have to take pictures here anymore. Get out quickly and don''t let me see you again."


    "Oh, Miss Fu, things are really not what you think." The director had to plead humbly, "We are recording the program here, and we will not touch any antiques or damage them. It is all for the history of China to be carried forward."


    "Shaken!" the girl snorted coldly, "If it were really those of you who seek fame and reputation to study history, wouldn''t history have been objectified long ago?"


    This sentence made Professor Shen and Professor Li change their faces slightly.


    In their lives, they did not seek fame and fortune, and devoted all their time to the archaeology industry, but were called people who seek fame and reputation?


    When the director heard this, he felt a cold sweat: "Miss Fu, you can''t say such things. The two guests we invited were professors from the Archaeology Center of the Cultural Relics Bureau, and they-"


    "I care who you are?" Fu Qiao shouted fiercely, "Go from here quickly and be careful that I will expose your malicious destruction of cultural relics online at that time!"


    With such a bad attitude, the director would never have said something to Fu Qiao if he had not been for the sake of the show.


    He wanted to save him, so he had to continue speaking, "Miss Fu Qiao, we-"


    "Get out!" Fu Qiao refused to let go, "Our book collection does not need to be on the big screen. There are many tourists here, so you don''t need to continue promoting!"


    The director didn''t expect Fu Qiao to have such a big temper. He frowned. Just as he was about to say something, Ye Wanlan held his shoulder down: "Let''s go, the things here are very ordinary, there is nothing to shoot." Hearing this sentence, the director turned his head in surprise.


    Fu Qiao was even more angry, and she said in a cold tone: "There is nothing to take? Do you know what this is?"


    "The sheep hair brushes from the Tianqi period were between 1560 and 1570 of the Shenzhou calendar, and the craftsmanship was produced in the Jiangnan area." Ye Wanlan said lightly, "The next one is the purple hair brushes from the Qianhe period, and the craftsmanship was produced in the 1700 of the Shenzhou calendar, and the craftsmanship was produced in Fengyuan. They are all ordinary pens, and the craftsmanship is not exquisite."


    Tianqi is the reign title of Ning Taizu, the founding emperor of the Ning Dynasty, and Qianhe is the reign title of Ning Zhaozong, the father of Princess Yongning.


    These two eras are also called the two strongest periods of the Ning Dynasty.


    Fu Qiao''s voice came to an abrupt end.


    Her face seemed to be slapped out of thin air, and it hurts so much.


    "Can Wanlan still see the exact age of Zihao Pen?" Professor Shen was a little surprised. "Purple Haihao Pen should indeed be a product of Qianhe years, but it is impossible to judge whether it is the early or late period."


    Ye Wanlan''s eyelashes drooped.


    After all, that was the era she had been, so how could she not know?


    Fu Qiao did not ease her attitude because Ye Wanlan recognized the era of two pens. On the contrary, she felt more and more angry.


    She gritted her teeth and watched Ye Wanlan walk out, and stopped at the stone table for a few seconds.


    "What else can I see?" Fu Qiao said angrily, "That''s an ancient endgame. Do you understand? Without saying a word, I can''t let you continue shooting here."


    Ye Wanlan turned his head and his eyes finally fell on her, with two very cool words: "Shut up."


    At this moment, Fu Qiao felt as if he was strangled to his throat, and his breathing became difficult in an instant.


    It was not until the program team left with Ye Wanlan that her lungs regained air.


    "Oh, Miss Qiao, why are you quarreling with the people in the program team again?" The middle-aged man walked over from the other side and sighed, "This is the filming that your grandfather agreed to. This program is different from other crews, and has already appeared on the international stage."


    "Grandpa loves me the most. He won''t refuse anything I say." Fu Qiao didn''t care at all, "I just hate their lofty appearance. I''m going to practice calligraphy, and it''s time for a calligraphy competition."


    The middle-aged man also watched Fu Qiao grow up. Knowing that she was very willful, he could only nod and let her go.


    **


    Outside, the warm sun shines brightly and the breeze blows on your face.


    The weather in November has gradually turned colder, and Fengyuan is in the northern part of China, so the coolness is even heavier.


    The people in the program team looked at each other, all at a loss.


    They didn''t even know what was so ruthless that they had done that made the young master of the Shulu get so angry.


    "Oh, no wonder there has never been a crew that can be stationed here for more than half a day." The director clapped his hands and sighed, "This Miss Fu Qiao has a very big temper, and she is inexplicably angry. Who can withstand it?"


    Last year, a crew needed to film a literary drama in the Bookstore.


    Originally, I said it well at the beginning, but I don’t know what I did during the process. I touched Fu Qiao’s thunder point and was directly driven out of the Book Collection.


    The crew lobbying for a long time but failed, so they had to give up.


    The director originally thought that he could photograph the origin of Shenzhou calligraphy and various calligraphy tools here, but now it seems that it is probably impossible to continue.


    "Oh, fortunately before coming, I heard that Miss Fu Qiao was weird and moody, so she prepared Plan B in advance." The director shook his head and quickly regained his energy. "It just so happened that we went to another place to shoot first, and it would not be too late to shoot the Bookstore when the time comes."


    "Director, the lady just now was more than just moody? That was simply unreasonable." Xu Qingyu was very dissatisfied. "Wan Lan obviously didn''t mess with her. She repeatedly attacked her. Those who didn''t know thought that the cultural relics of the Collection Book House were all hers."


    The director sighed: "People living in the Shulu don''t pay much attention to external affairs. I''m also surprised that I will contact us for filming this time."


    It’s a pity that I failed in the end.


    "Director, what''s the point of shooting a bookstore?" Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "I think what you really want to shoot is Fuguang. She has many poems lost in the long river of history. So, why not shoot new poems for Fuguang that appear in the world?"


    The director jumped up suddenly: "What did you say?!"


    Good morning~~