The material of this Liuyun Fan is indeed not paper.


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


    The former is the silk spit out by the golden silkworm. It burns continuously and the water will not destroy it.


    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 attack and defend, and the fan bones are exquisitely germinated, which is also excellent as accessories, so it is something that Yan Shunhua never leaves her.


    Yan Shunhua knew that she was close friends with Fu Guang, so he asked her to ask Fu Guang to write a poem on this flowing cloud fan.


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


    Although there is no signature, as long as you have studied the body support, you will not know who wrote this poem.


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


    Chinese studies are a compulsory subject at Shenzhou University, and many poems for helping the light are among them, so the students all know her deeply.


    "Yes, this poem was indeed written by Fu Guang, but this fan is not owned by 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 kings in all directions, only King Xiaoyao was not famous for his good combat and military use, but his stunning face and outstanding piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.


    Words and things are often the favorite things of the public.


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


    "According to our archaeological experts, this is the one that King Yan Shunhua of Xiaoyao." The female professor nodded, "This fan is also very in line with his preferences. Experts speculate that he can write poems with Fuguang, and he has also taken the path of Princess Yongning."


    Ye Wanlan''s eyelashes drooped and he sneered gently.


    The Global Center does have a deep research on China, but why did Yan Shunhua''s Flow Cloud Fan appear here?


    It seems that the Battle of Ten Thousand Hosts three hundred years ago was indeed made by the Global Center.


    "Please come forward to watch one by one." The female professor said again, "If you have any questions, you can raise them on the spot, but remember that the cultural relics are precious and you must not touch them with your hands."


    The students were all excited.


    It is a very lucky thing to be able to view cultural relics with extremely high historical value at such a close distance.


    "Wanlan, can''t we really bring Liuyun Fan back to Shenzhou?" The girl gritted her teeth, "They are just a group of robbers!"


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


    In full view of everyone, she really couldn''t take Liuyun Fan away.


    But it is easy to touch.


    Even the surveillance camera cannot capture Ye Wanlan''s fake actions.


    What she wants is the fragments of the past, the history of Yan Shunhua!


    "Swish-"


    The light in front of me blurred. When it became clearer, what caught my eye was a ruin.


    Ye Wanlan instantly recognized this as the second big city in the Eastern Wilderness.


    Since this is the scene now, the timeline will be after Hua Yingyue died in battle.


    "Everyone says that King Xiaoyao has a good face, which makes the men and women in China admire him crazy." A laugh came from behind her, "I saw him today and it was indeed worthy of his reputation. He was obviously a man, but he gave birth to a daughter, hahahahahahaha-"


    The laughter contains a strong sense of mockery, which is not about praising others, but about humiliating them.


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


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


    With their technological strength, they can easily launch a dimensional reduction attack on Ningchao.


    But I''m afraid they cannot use all their power due to some restrictions.


    There is only one person opposite the 30,000 army.


    The man stood sideways, with the yellow sand blowing on his face, but it was hard to hide his peerless face.


    Ning Zhaozong and the Queen are already peerless, so their children are naturally not bad.


    Hejia, the leader of the king of the four directions, is the dream lover of many ladies.


    Hejia''s facial features are sharp and cold in profile, and is extremely aggressive and intimidating.


    Yan Shunhua was born like a woman, with a beautiful face. Fortunately, he dressed up as a woman to sing on the stage, and many people came here just to look at him.


    Yan Shunhua didn''t say anything, blood dripped down his fingers, dyeing the flowing cloud fan red.


    Ye Wanlan finally understood.


    Why did she just observe the Liuyun Fan and find that the golden silk was actually carrying a trace of blood red, which turned out to be Yan Shunhua''s blood.


    At this moment, he was seriously injured.


    But the king was proud and did not allow him to bow his waist.


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


    Yan Shunhua''s expression was dim.


    "General, he is a idle prince. I think his kung fu is still much worse than the other three kings." A deputy general said, "What''s more, the King of Yan, King of Chu and King of Qin would rather refuse to surrender, and we did not get the joy of humiliating them."


    The enemy general nodded thoughtfully: "Not bad."


    These Chinese people are all hard-working and can''t beat them, which makes them feel very boring.


    "General, before we came, we brought that—" the deputy general gestured, "Isn''t it just right for him to use it?"


    "This..." The enemy general hesitated for a moment, "Before sending troops, the lord said that we would not allow us to use technological power beyond the world''s possession, which may cause trouble!"


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


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


    The enemy general pondered for a moment, and still responded: "It''s reasonable, come here!"


    “Buzz—!”


    A dazzling light shot out, Yan Shunhua was seriously injured, and it was not easy to stand, so naturally he 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 became aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.


    Not only his face, but even his body gradually became hunched from upright and majestic.


    In just a few seconds, his face, which was even more beautiful than the courtesan of the Jiaofangsi, was covered with wrinkles, and he could no longer see his original appearance.


    This is not only aging him, but directly plundering his vitality!


    Internal powers have the strength to stop youth, because whether it is face, black hair or shiny skin, as long as it is full of vitality, it can be nourished.


    But once vitality is lost, it is naturally impossible to maintain these.


    "Hahahaha, look at his ugly appearance, and he is still Yan Shunhua, I''m gonna be!"


    "Pick him to the river and let him take a good look at his appearance."


    "Look, let me hang him on the city tower and let his admirers come and see it."


    "I dare to come to the Eastern Wilderness alone. He thinks he is the King of Qin, and he doesn''t even have half a soldier under his command. It''s embarrassing..."


    It seemed as if someone was playing a sad song in his ear, and countless sounds were intertwined.


    The sound of the piano is like crying and complaining, the sound of the flute is endless, and the mountains and rivers are crying in tears.


    The ears are full of devastation and the eyes are full of devastation.


    Ye Wanlan knew what this was.


    It is a million dead bones in China, and it is an injustice that cannot be left.


    It is an inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood, and it is a hundred thousand soldiers and a hundred thousand souls.


    It is also the destruction of Ning Chao in the song "Shenzhou Wanxing".


    "The beauty turns into flames and breaks down,


    lying drunk on the battlefield and not returning home,


    Full of shackles,


    Broken bones turn into sand—”


    Ye Wanlan''s voice was very light, and he finally completed the lyrics of the line that belonged to King Xiaoyao: "The eyebrows and eyes finally hang down..."


    So that''s what it is.


    How could Yan Shunhua not notice the changes in him?


    "I have always looked around in the mirror every day, and I have never been as colorful as you." Hua Yingyue''s voice sounded in her ears, a disgusting tone, "If you get old one day and have a wrinkle on your face, wouldn''t you be heartbroken? Don''t let me coax you at that time."


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


    He coughed and slowly vomited blood: "It was said by His Highness the King of Qin again..."


    But since he is known as a king, how could he really not have the reality of a king?


    It’s just that the King of Yan protected the northwest, the King of Chu guarded the southern border, the King of Qin protected the eastern desert, and the Emperor guarded the national gates. He really didn’t need him to lead his troops anymore.


    But this does not mean that his strength is really weaker than 30,000.


    Yan Shunhua still smiled, but his eyes changed.


    The enemy did not notice it and was still laughing and mocking him.


    Yan Shunhua smiled faintly: "Since we came together very well, then stay all!"


    “Buzz—”


    In an instant, the wind and clouds changed! (End of this chapter)