My Past Life Exposure Shocked the Whole Internet Chapter 307

Chapter 307 Shixian Fuguang and Princess Yongning! 【1 update】

As soon as this entry came out, the hot search instantly climbed to the top and became red.

【New poems of Fuguang? ? ? 】

I really love Fuguang's poems so much. They are graceful and bold, they are catchy to read, and it is not that difficult to memorize the poems. 】

　　【Heaven is jealous of talents, Heaven is jealous of beauty, Fuguang may just be an immortal who came from heaven to the human world as a guest, left countless calligraphy treasures, and then returned to heaven. 】

　　【It's been a long time since a new Fuguang poem has appeared. Could it be that it was self-directed and performed? I now suspect that even the appearance of the Sword Master's Sword was intentional by the program team. Otherwise, the program team would be able to discover things over and over again that even professional archaeological teams have not excavated for decades? 】

The official Weibo of "Collection of China" posted a picture of the scroll that Rong Qi found. On it is a seven-character poem.

The name of this seven-character poem is also very simple - "Gift to the Princess".

Fuguang's calligraphy is very distinctive and difficult to imitate. It has its own style. Together with Han Yunsheng's calligraphy, it is called "Hanjin Fugu".

Those who are familiar with Fuguang's handwriting can easily judge whether the words on this scroll belong to Fuguang.

Pent into the wood three-thirds, and the pen is full of ink.

Other than Fu Guang, who else can write it?

This seven-character rhymed poem is also Fuguang's unique style, and no other person can write it.

　　【Would you like to direct and act for me? It would be no problem if it was really self-directed and self-acted. The person who can write this poem is a genius! 】

　　　【Oh my god, this is a poem written for Princess Yongning. Cheers to their everlasting friendship. 】

I deeply suspect that the program team is not actually recording the program, but conducting an archaeological project. Otherwise, how could so many rare things be discovered? ! 】

　　【Could it be that the program team has some kind of detector on hand? Just like in the game, you can find out for sure. 】

This news quickly suppressed the popularity of the video in the Library, and no one cared about what happened in the Library.

The program team also put all the unpleasantness that happened in the library behind them. Everyone gathered around the table and were carefully observing the scrolls from a hundred years ago.

"Miss Ye was so attentive that she first found a few small characters on the stone at the door, confirming that they were left by Emperor Master Han Yunsheng." The director nodded repeatedly, "Then he speculated that the current library was where Princess Yongning used to practice calligraphy. This is where we found Fuguang's new poem.”

He can also be considered one of the witnesses, and he can brag to his old friends for the rest of his life!

“However, Fengyuan Museum has contacted us and said that after the recording of the program is completed, this scroll can be placed in the museum for collection.” The director added, “Miss Ye, what do you think?”

Ye Tuanlan nodded and smiled slightly: "Cultural relics should go where they should go, otherwise how can they reflect their historical and artistic value."

"With Miss Ye here, maybe we can fill up the Fengyuan Museum before we leave Fengyuan." The assistant director couldn't help but joked, "The archaeological team stationed at Tianyinfang General Administration just sent a message The news is that many new historical relics have been discovered.”

“We can't go to the Library, but Miss Ye is right. The filming of Fuguang's new poems will be more interesting in this world.” The director clapped his hands and said, “Please take a few teachers from the performing arts team and get ready, and the photography team is ready.”

Shen Yeqiu and Xu Qingyu, two veteran actors, have already changed into opera robes. Due to the temporary change of the shooting script, they are still reading the lines and background stories.

"Collection of China" adopts a method of combining ancient and modern times to shoot every historical story.

In the first session, the actors are still responsible for performing the past history. Then the camera turns to the modern era a hundred years later, and then the academic team represented by Professor Shen, Professor Li and Ye Banglan are responsible for continuing to tell this history.

In this way, serious historical facts can be made as interesting as possible.

While the program team was recording the new episode, at this moment, in the library, Fu Qiao was practicing calligraphy in the yard.

In addition to a table and pen, ink, paper and inkstone, there is also a large water tank. The water in the water tank has been dyed black by ink.

At Fu Qiao's feet were rice papers scattered on the ground.

The more she wrote, the more dissatisfied she felt.

"Qiaoqiao!" A voice sounded, and a girl walked in with a schoolbag on her back. "Qiaoqiao, you are practicing calligraphy again. Your handwriting is already very good. Please rest."

"No, it's still a lot worse." Fu Qiao shook his head and sighed, "I've been practicing body support since I was a child. Unfortunately, I can only imitate a three-quarter figure, but I can't learn the essence."

"After all, she is Fuguang, the first female poet, unprecedented and unprecedented." The girl reassured her, "I also read the news today that the Archives China program team discovered Fuguang's new poems."

"Them?" Fu Qiao's expression turned cold. "What I hate the most is people who use history as a gimmick to photograph them every day. I don't know what they think in their hearts? They don't respect history at all!"

She will never allow these people in the entertainment industry to insult history.

"But Qiao Qiao, do you know where the collection of Shenzhou program team found Fuguang's new poems?" The girl was very excited, "It's right in front of your house!" Fu Qiao frowned and his tone suddenly rose: "What? My house The door?"

She has lived here for twenty years and has never found any new poems by Fuguang.

Her surname did come from Fuguang, but it was just because she took her grandfather's surname after she was picked up and raised by her grandfather.

She is proud to have the same surname as Shixian Fuguang.

"Yes." The girl took out her mobile phone and called up the photos for comparison. "Look at this big tree, isn't it the old tree in front of your house? Oh, how could someone from the program discover it first? It's so strange. …”

After Fu Guang saw the photo, his anger surged instantly: "Did they do this on purpose? After I found out that they wanted to destroy cultural relics and kicked them out of the library, they were rummaging around in front of my house?"

The girl was stunned. She opened her mouth, but did not say the words "But Qiaoqiao, the land outside the door is public."

"Uncle Liu." Fu Qiao immediately put down his pen and went to find the middle-aged man, "Where is the program team? Let them come over and give me and grandpa an explanation!"

Fuguang's new poems must also be kept in the library.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, the sun began to set in the west, and the gorgeous sunset covered half of the sky.

The water and the sky meet, and the red-gold sunlight melts into the color of the water, like pouring a piece of gilt.

Ye Banglan and Yan Tingfeng were walking along the base of the city wall. As they walked, they came to the lake again.

The old man I met earlier was still sitting at the stone table, and a new chessboard was placed on the table.

Ye Turnan stepped forward, his eyes fell on the chessboard, and he raised his eyebrows: "This is an endgame..."

"Oh?" The old man couldn't help but be surprised when he saw her expression. "Could it be that little friend Ye has seen this mess?"

"Yeah." Ye Banglan nodded slightly, "I just saw this mess in the library this morning, so I was deeply impressed."

“No wonder, no wonder.” The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, “Sometimes I will set up a mess in the courtyard, but without Miss Ye, this mess is really difficult to solve.”

Ye Banlan sat down opposite the old man and smiled: "Then I'd rather obey your orders out of respect and accompany you to solve the endgame."

The old man was very happy: "With my little friend Ye here, I haven't been so bored playing chess these days."

It's a pity that his granddaughter doesn't have any talent in playing chess, let alone solving the endgame left by ancient chess players.

The first time he met Ye Banglan, he felt very attached to this little girl.

"My friend is also good at chess." Ye Banlan looked at Yan Tingfeng and raised his eyebrows again, "If you think I'm boring, he can also accompany you."

The old man laughed: "Okay, okay, okay."

At this time, the director and Producer Liu were invited to the library by middle-aged people.

Before going there, the two of them thought that Fu Qiao had changed his mind and allowed them to continue shooting in the library.

Who knew that when they met, Fu Qiao brazenly asked them to hand over Fu Guang's new poems to her.

"Ms. Fu Qiao, this is a cultural relic discovered by the program team, and it has been planned to be donated to Fengyuan Museum." Producer Liu frowned, "It has nothing to do with the library, not to mention, this was not your library before."

“No matter whose territory it was before, it is now just our library.” Fu Qiao said plausibly, “What you find in the library belongs to the library!”

The director was so angry that he was trembling with anger at her extremely shameless words. He completely turned cold and said, "Miss Fuqiao, we don't need your permission to record the show here. Just kick us out indiscriminately. Do you still want to seize cultural relics?”

“But you found it at my house and dug up the big tree in front of my house.” Fu Qiao said coldly, “You were the first to be rude!”

“What are you making the noise about?” A slow voice sounded from outside the door, not angry but confident.

All sounds stop.

The director and Producer Liu looked back and saw an old man wearing a mandarin jacket.

“Grandpa, you are finally back.” Fu Qiao immediately rushed forward and hugged the old man's arm, “Grandpa, how could you agree to them coming to our place to record the program? And you even took away our things!”

After saying that, Fu Qiao raised his head and happened to meet Ye Banlan's eyes behind the old man.

Good morning~~

　　(End of this chapter)

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