Chapter 309 She is the only apprentice of the imperial teacher Han Yunsheng! 【1 update】


    Han Yunsheng, the imperial teacher of Daning, was her first teacher, who taught her knowledge and answered questions.


    At the beginning of practicing calligraphy, she naturally practiced by imitating Han Yunsheng''s fonts. It was not until she became proficient that she had her own unique style.


    She didn''t say that the words "Han Yunsheng" could be imitated exactly the same, but it was still possible to achieve nine-point similarity.


    There have been several times when Han Yunsheng thought it was troublesome and did not want to write a reply, so he asked her to do it on his behalf.


    As soon as this sentence came out, the entire dining table suddenly became silent.


    “…”


    The director was uneasy and shook his hand and almost stabbed his chopsticks into his throat.


    Producer Liu held the table and did not let himself sit on the ground: "Dare to ask Miss Ye, what you mean by saying..."


    "I mean, if the program team needs it, I can be responsible for recording this aspect." Ye Wanlan said, "After all, the temporary clips are indeed not easy to invite the inheritor of Han Ti."


    Mr. Fu was also a little surprised: "Is it true that Xiaoyou Ye still has cold body?"


    He met Ye Wanlan by chance and played a few chess games by the lake. He could clearly understand how superb Ye Wanlan''s chess skills were.


    Unexpectedly, she actually had some knowledge of calligraphy?


    "Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all hobbies." Ye Wanlan smiled.


    In the words of cold clouds, learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is to cultivate sentiment and wash away all the beauty.


    In her own words, it is to suppress her murderous intentions and prevent her from going crazy and ruthless in nine hundred and ninety-nine years.


    After all, in order to become a qualified king, what she learned the most were the emperor''s mind skills, the way of governing the country and the six arts of gentlemen.


    "Then you don''t have to find the inheritor of Hanti. If I cooperate with Ye Xiaoyou, I will definitely be able to meet the requirements of the program team." Mr. Fu smiled and said, "I believe in Ye Xiaoyou''s strength. If the program team still needs it, you can still shoot Go. This Go is also an indispensable thing in our cultural heritage."


    The director was still dizzy. After being kicked hard by producer Liu, he screamed and came back to his senses: "Thank you Miss Ye and Mr. Fu. I will have you let everything be ready tomorrow!"


    "Come on, this wine was also taken from my old friend not long ago. The wine he brewed by himself was not very alcoholic." Mr. Fu continued to greet him, "You can have a drink and taste the taste."


    Yan Tingfeng was about to pick up one of the wine glasses, but Ye Wanlan held it down: "I have been taking medicine recently and can''t drink alcohol."


    He blinked gently: "Fu Lao said, this wine has no alcohol content."


    "As a good person, for the sake of your health." Ye Wanlan glanced at him, "I don''t want you to die young."


    die young?


    Hearing these four words, Yan Tingfeng laughed silently.


    He is now an old monster, right?


    Who can live like him for so long?


    Three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, and the world changed, things changed, and flowers were no longer the flowers of the past.


    If the scars left by his body against the enemy were still reminding him that the past was true, he might really doubt whether he was still living in this world.


    "Okay, I''m obedient." Yan Tingfeng coughed slightly, "If Xiao Wan didn''t say it, I don''t know that you would still be cold."


    "The cold body and support are the two major mainstream schools today." Ye Wanlan''s voice was faint, "If you practice calligraphy, you naturally have to practice these two schools."


    "It''s reasonable." Yan Tingfeng smiled lightly, but his eyes became darker and darker.


    When he first met Ye Wanlan, he felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity in her.


    But he couldn''t catch this familiarity.


    In addition to the familiarity, he actually felt a strong sense of resonance in her.


    It seemed as if there was a hand that gently clasped his heart.


    This feeling is unprecedented.


    "You can drink juice." A cup was placed in front of him, "If you really want to drink, wait a few days."


    Yan Tingfeng came back to his senses: "I listen to you."


    On the other side, in the room behind the library.


    Fu Qiao was furious and threw all the things in the room to the ground.


    She cried while falling, without any image.


    Why?


    In the past, she also drove away many crews, and did not want these famous people to insult the bookstore and history and culture. She only scolded her at most, and never imprisoned her in confinement.


    "Miss, the old man still spoiled you, but this time you did it a little too much, and it was on the surface again. It happened to be hit by the old man." The middle-aged man comforted her, "It''s just seven days of confinement, it''s no big deal."


    "What does it mean to be no big deal?" Fu Qiao''s voice changed in anger. "Grandpa is clearly helping an outsider who has only met several times! I am his granddaughter!"


    However, when she said this, she felt unsure and still had a little panic.


    She knew that she was an orphan and was picked up by the old man with kindness to raise her.


    After discovering that she has a considerable talent in calligraphy, she specially trained her to practice calligraphy.


    Mr. Fu Lao has no children, but she does have no blood relationship with Mr. Fu Lao Lao.


    Since the old man can pick her up, will he recognize Ye Wanlan again?


    "Oh, Miss, you''d better think carefully and think clearly." The middle-aged man shook his head, walked out, and locked the door.


    In recent years, Fu Qiao''s temperament has indeed become more and more arrogant and domineering. When it comes to things he doesn''t like, he always cries, makes a fuss and hangs him. After a while, even if you support the old man, your patience will be wiped out.


    The middle-aged man sighed.


    He was also blamed for helping Qiao, which made her develop such a temperament. I hope it was not too late.


    **


    The next day, early in the morning.


    After the filming of the Bookstore, the program team placed the most important shooting location in the ruins of the Xiang Palace.


    Mr. Fu studied the bodybuilding for a lifetime. The calligraphy he wrote can be sold for hundreds of millions.


    The director didn''t think about taking this character for himself, but the old man was very cheerful and generous: "This character is just an apology gift I gave to the program team. It''s okay if the program team wants to deal with it."


    "What is Fu Lao saying?" the director was unhappy, "Since it is your gift, of course you must collect it well."


    Here, Ye Wanlan also finished writing the last word.


    She wrote a poem written by Han Yunsheng, which is also a subject that primary and secondary school students must memorize.


    "Wan Lan, isn''t it so amazing?" Xu Qingyu couldn''t help but exclaim, "It can be just a fake!"


    Shen Yeqiu also nodded and commented: "Without decades of calligraphy skills, I can''t write it."


    The two characters were placed together, but they were not distinguished from each other.


    Cold muscles and bone support were replicated at this moment.


    "Are you interested in participating in this year''s calligraphy competition?" Mr. Fu touched his beard, "Although registration has been deadlined, I can still use some privileges in this regard and add you, Xiaoyou Ye."


    Young people are talented, but they are not arrogant or impatient.


    Today''s materialistic society is in need of such people.


    "Thank you for your kindness in helping you, but I have signed up for this year''s calligraphy competition." Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "I will take the time to ask for leave from the program team to participate in the competition."


    "Okay, that''s good!" Mr. Fu nodded, "Your Han Tai is very well written and you will definitely get a good ranking in the competition. Maybe you can even win the first place."


    The director said curiously: "I am a layman, but I can also see that the characters written by Miss Ye are of high level. Could it be that this year''s calligraphy competition, and there are even more powerful people?"


    "Oh, I can''t guarantee it." Mr. Fu pondered for a moment, but still shook his head. "The last time I saw her was three years ago. At that time, she had won the calligraphy competition championship that year, but in the past three years, I''m afraid her strength will also improve rapidly."


    "There are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond the sky." Ye Wanlan was very calm, "I don''t need to compare myself with others, I just need to follow my own path."


    But she will reach the peak even if she leaves.


    "It''s still my thoughts in Ye Xiaoyou." Mr. Fu laughed, "If you go to participate in a calligraphy competition, I will be a judge. Of course, I will definitely be fair and just in the competition and will never be selfless."


    "The filming this morning is over and the work has ended." The director clapped his hands, "Several teachers prepare, our afternoon plane flew directly to Nancheng."


    Everyone started packing up their things and was about to leave the ruins of the palace.


    However, suddenly—


    “Boom!”


    A thunder exploded and the sky suddenly darkened.


    Ye Wanlan narrowed his eyes and looked up.


    The last time the program team was filming at the palace ruins, they encountered a psychic from Beilu, so Bureau 723 increased the monitoring of the palace ruins around it to prevent similar accidents from happening again.


    But in the blue sky and white sun, how could it suddenly thunder and be filled with dark clouds in an instant?


    Even if it is a psychic or a magician, it is very difficult to achieve this.


    After all, only the matters in heaven are the most difficult to predict and change.


    The director was also shocked and said tremblingly: "Not going again..."


    "It''s okay, director, you and Fu Lao leave first, I''ll go over and take a look." Ye Wanlan raised his hand, "Don''t follow me."


    She quickly crossed the palace threshold, and then, in a place where everyone could not see, her toes lightly tapped, her internal force was circulating, and she jumped onto the beam of the room.


    “Boom!”


    The thunder continued, and the dark clouds could not circulate.


    But in this darkness, Ye Wanlan saw a ray of light.


    "Your Highness Princess, is it because I and Stupid Qingyun are like this again?" Yu Luan Hair was stunned, "We have encountered other antiques who can talk again?"


    "I don''t know." Ye Wanlan walked forward carefully, "Let''s go and take a look first. It must be extraordinary if the natural vision is born."


    As soon as the words fell, it was this moment—


    “Swoosh!”


    The ray of light actually flew towards Ye Wanlan. She stretched out her hand and held it firmly in her palm.


    Qing Yunpei lost his voice: "Your Highness, this is not-"


    The light fell, and when Ye Wanlan saw what was in his hand clearly, his expression was also shocked!


    Good morning~~