My Past Life Exposure Shocked the Whole Internet Chapter 316

Chapter 316 shocked everyone! Sister Lan takes action [2 updates]

Producer Liu said: "Since we are guests brought by Miss Ye, we must arrange them next to Miss Ye, and we must treat them well."

Ye Turning the Lam has helped them with so many things, but they have no idea how to repay them.

"You don't need to tell me?" The director glanced at him, "Let's go over first and let others know in advance."

When the two of them entered the box, other guests were already seated.

When they learned that Ye Puanlan was bringing guests, the guests also expressed their welcome.

Qi Yunzhao was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to speak.

Although he is as top-notch as Huo Ximian, his background is not as good as hers. After entering the entertainment industry, he has always acted based on others' opinions.

Of course he can't help but see that the backbone of the entire program team is Ye Turning the Blue, and even the director and producer take Ye Turning's opinions first.

Qi Yunzhao's idol carries a heavy burden. What if an unscrupulous outsider turns the tide and secretly takes photos of him and puts them online?

He thought for a moment, then stood up and said to the director: "Director, my friend in Nancheng called me just now and said he had something urgent to call me for. I have to go there first."

Even if Qi Yunzhao is good at pretending, given his age, how can he escape the eyes of a director who has been in the entertainment industry for more than 20 years?

The director did not try to keep him, but just waved his hand to indicate that he could leave.

Qi Yunzhao breathed a sigh of relief and took his assistant out.

Having friends is a lie, but he needs to find an excuse to leave here.

As soon as Qi Yunzhao left, Ye turned the tide and led Yan Tingyue into the restaurant.

Under the leadership of the waiter, the two came to the door of the box.

The door opened with a "swish" sound, and all eyes were focused on Ye Wanlan.

The director and others naturally saw Yan Tingyue, but they did not recognize the old man.

It is not accurate to say that she is an old woman, because she is old only for her age. Her eyes and expression are extremely young, and there is no gloomy twilight, but rather like the rising sun.

“Director, Producer Liu, and a few teachers.” Ye Banglan nodded slightly, “This is the inheritor who has been responsible for the Kunqu Opera project, Yan Tingyue Yan Lao.”

Including Shen Yeqiu, several people's chopsticks fell to the ground.

The director's eyes widened, he stood up suddenly, and stammered: "You, you, you..."

Yan Tingyue is nearly seventy years old this year, but because she has been with classical arts all year round and is a good singer, she looks less than fifty.

She is elegant and gentle, with an innate sense of intimacy that makes people very willing to get close to her.

“You are the director of the program team of "Collection of China", right?" Yan Tingyue took the initiative to reach out and said, "I heard A Lan talk about you. Thank you for bringing such a program. I am looking forward to it."

The director was so dizzy that he didn't even know when he finished shaking hands with Yan Tingyue.

“Yan, Mr. Yan!” Shen Yeqiu was also very nervous, “Can you please give me an autograph later?”

"Of course." Yan Tingyue was a little surprised, "It's just my signature, I'm afraid it won't be of much use."

"How could it be?" Shen Yeqiu blurted out, "You are currently the number one Kun Opera performer in China, how could it be useless?"

“That's ridiculous.” Yan Tingyue smiled, “Alan said you like to listen to Kun Opera. When my Kun Opera troupe performs, I'll invite you to listen.”

"Thank you so much, Mr. Yan." Shen Yeqiu was ecstatic, "I talked about you with Miss Ye in the morning, but I didn't expect to sit at the same table with you in the evening."

Now, he finally understood what Ye Turnlan's phrase "nothing bad" meant.

Yewuanlan already knows this master in the cultural world, so he can be sure to be foolproof.

The atmosphere at the dinner table quickly became lively. Even Professor Shen specifically asked Yan Tingyue for an autograph and asked several questions.

Yan Tingyue thought for a moment and smiled: "I can indeed be regarded as a descendant of King Xiaoyao, but naturally I am not a direct descendant of King Xiaoyao. If you ask me about him, I really don't know what to say. ”

Professor Shen felt a little regretful.

It seems that the story of King Xiaoyao can only wait for them to dig out.

After eating, the sun has completely set, the moon has climbed out, and the stars are surrounding it.

The night sky in Nancheng is also different from Fengyuan. Although it is already November, the climate in Nancheng is still above 25 degrees.

The evening breeze blows, making people feel refreshed and happy.

Ye Turning the Waves slowly walked forward along the long street, with Xie Linyuan following behind her.

“Senior brother should have been in contact with Brother Yan?” Ye Banlan said suddenly, “Because I remember that he once praised senior brother for his chivalry and righteousness in front of me and Yingyue, but he didn't say what it was about.”

Hearing these words, Xie Linyuan jumped up: "He still dares to bring it up?"

Ye Puan Lan raised his eyebrows: "He didn't tell me the details, so I asked Senior Brother."

"That boy Yan Shunhua, it was already late at night after he finished singing a play." Xie Linyuan snorted coldly, "He was teased by a few drunk martial arts people while walking on the street, but I stepped forward to save him." Ye Banlan thought thoughtfully: "With his martial arts, he won't be able to defeat even a few drunk martial arts people."

Being able to become a prince of the four directions and famous in the Ning Dynasty, martial arts is the most basic criterion.

The King of Yan and the King of Qin have the highest martial arts, followed by the King of Chu, but King Xiaoyao is not weak either.

It's just that King Xiaoyao's martial arts is known as “softness overcoming strength”, which makes many people think that he is easy to bully.

"Little Junior Sister, please listen to what I have to say first." Xie Linyuan stretched out his hand, pressed his eyebrows, and said with a headache, "At that time, he was wearing women's clothes, and I thought he was a woman when I saw him from a distance. He took care of those troublemaking drunks in one step."

Ye Pianlan said calmly: "When you saw him face to face, you found that you met an acquaintance. Not only did you not get thanked, but he made fun of you."

Xie Linyuan: “…”

As expected of Princess Yongning, she could guess so accurately.

“I'm so angry!” Xie Linyuan gritted his teeth slightly, “I challenged him, but not only did he refuse to challenge, he threw me a fan he painted and asked me to sell it for money.”

Ye Tuanlan thought thoughtfully: "The fan painted by Brother Yan is indeed worth tens of thousands of gold. Senior Brother, you are not at a loss."

"Is it so valuable?" Xie Linyuan touched his chin, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have torn it up and thrown it into the sea."

"Of course." Ye Banglan nodded, "He is extremely accomplished in calligraphy and painting. If you go to a place where there are many women, you can auction his paintings for a higher price."

Xie Linyuan clicked his tongue: "He messes up women's hearts every day. He is the real one among thousands of flowers. My heart only belongs to Ayin. I have always been single-minded."

Ye Banlan shook her phone and said slowly: "Senior Brother, I recorded this sentence for you. When Sanskrit comes back one day, I will play it to her."

Xie Linyuan: “…”

He deeply doubted whether his junior sister had learned something bad from someone and how could she become so unkind?

On the other side, Yan Tingfeng was standing on a tall building, looking at the moon.

Rong Qi asked: “Has the poster had any contact with King Xiaoyao?”

"He?" Yan Tingfeng put his hands behind his back and seemed to smile, "There have been a few times when he was in the court but his heart was among the people. He is very similar to me in the world."

The most profound impression he had on Yan Shunhua was an assassination.

Yan Shunhua likes to dress up as a woman and sing in operas. She doesn't have the airs of a prince at all. He will find a stage in various places to perform when he is playing.

People in the martial arts world also know this characteristic of him. Those martial arts people who dislike the court people will wait for the opportunity to ambush and rush to the stage from all directions while Yan Shunhua is singing at the climax.

However, Yan Shunhua looks like a good girl, with an extremely handsome face, but she is not really weak, but has a soft and murderous fierceness.

With King Xiaoyao's martial arts, how could it be possible for these ordinary martial arts people to hurt him?

He still wore his best attire, and even finished singing the play in the midst of facing off against his enemies.

At the end of the song, the head fell off.

The King of Xiaoyao walked away on the water, feeling free and unrestrained.

From that time on, no one would attack Yan Shunhua easily.

Yan Tingfeng murmured in a low voice: "It's just that I don't know what the enemy did to him three hundred years ago."

When he came out of seclusion, he had already heard the bad news that "all the kings and nobles from all directions died in battle".

History cannot be traced back. It seems that this will be an eternal mystery.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Ye turned the tide and sent Yan Tingyue back to the forest cabin.

The further we walked into the forest, the quieter the surroundings became.

Yan Tingyue has walked this road many times, often late at night or early in the morning, but not once has she felt panicked and cold in her heart.

She couldn't help but pinch Ye Turning's fingers: "Alan, I always feel..."

A group of birds were startled, and they heard rapid footsteps approaching.

In the darkness, a group of people suddenly appeared.

A man is tall and muscular.

The targets of this group of people were obviously Yan Tingyue and Ye Banglan. They surrounded the master and apprentice without saying a word, as if they were waiting for them to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Yan Tingyue's back felt cold: "Alan, first—"

Ye Banglan held Yan Tingyue's hand and said in a calm voice, "Teacher, stand behind me."

The sky is dark today, she thought, and she needs blood as paint.

　　　Thank you all for your support, see you tomorrow~~

　　(End of this chapter)

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