My Past Life Exposure Shocked the Whole Internet Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Stunned, Sister Lan cracks down on counterfeiters [2 updates]

“Alan, I'm so sorry.” Yan Tingyue took off her hat and said, “Originally, I asked you to accompany me to the art exhibition, but in the end I ignored you.”

"Teacher, you are serious." Ye Banglan didn't care and smiled slightly, "Your work is more important. Our goal is to revive Kunqu Opera."

“Sit, sit, sit, don't be polite to me.” Only then did Yan Tingyue notice the other two people at the dining table.

Rong Yu stood up in a panic, with his mouth wide open and the words "incredible" and "he's going crazy" written all over his face.

Who can tell him how Yan Tingyue's apprentice can turn the tide at night? !

“Xiao Rong?” Yan Tingyue was slightly startled, “And Xiao Yan?”

She has a good memory, especially Yan Tingfeng's appearance and demeanor, she will never forget her once she sees him.

“You are A Lan's friends.”

“Is the teacher that Ye classmate mentioned is you?!”

"You...why do you know how to do Kun Opera?" Rong Yu stammered, "You shouldn't. You really can't get along with Kun Opera!"

He said "box".

"Hello, Aunt Yan." Yan Tingfeng kept his eyebrows still and smiled gently, "We meet again. Is the tea I gave you last time good?"

Yan Tingyue was startled: "Xiao Yan, it's too expensive. I have always been rough in food and drink, so there is no need to waste money."

Rong Yu thought over and over in his mind all the sons and daughters of Yunjing's big and small families who knew Kun Opera, but none of them matched his name.

Ye Puan Lan handed the menu back to the waiter and raised his eyebrows: "You never asked."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Learning Kunqu Opera suppresses murderous thoughts, cultivates one's moral character and cultivates one's sentiments. What's the problem?

“I…this…” Rong Yu continued to stutter, unable to maintain his composure.

“Don't waste it.” Yan Tingfeng responded with a slight smile, “It's just a little thought, it's nothing.”

He calmed down and finally hit the table with his head.

He is autistic.

He really couldn't imagine that a girl who could sing could knock over the table with one kick and move with great force.

She thought for a moment, looked at Ye Bianlan, and suddenly realized something.

Ever since he visited Yan Tingyue last time and learned that she had accepted a disciple, he has been curious about who this little disciple is.

"I still thought this meal would make me uncomfortable. After all, I'm used to living alone and haven't seen strangers for a long time." Yan Tingyue smiled heartily, "But since we are all acquaintances, that's fine. Eat whatever you want. Just talk, I'll treat you.”

He never expected to meet Yan Tingyue in such a situation, and he had no psychological defense at all.

Yan Tingyue was just surprised, but Rong Yu jumped up and almost staggered.

I see.

Yan Tingyue was keenly aware that Yan Tingfeng was a little closer to her, and it was not just the politeness when they first met.

“Yes, we meet again.” Yan Tingyue nodded repeatedly, “The tea tastes great, you must have put a lot of effort into cultivating it, right?”

Yan Tingfeng did not answer, and the smile on his lips deepened: "If Aunt Yan likes it, I will have someone send a few more boxes."

It was not until the food was served that Rong Yu finally regained his soul: "Aunt Yan, you have done me a terrible job. If you had warned me earlier, my heart would not be unable to bear it."

“Xiao Rong, why are you still with this temper? It's time to grow up.” Yan Tingyue laughed, “How is your grandpa's health lately?”

"He is doing well, he is stronger than me." Rong Yu said. "The old man was also invited to be a judge on a psychic show in Hokuriku, and he ran away happily."

"That's good, that's good." Yan Tingyue nodded, and suddenly said, "I heard that an authentic painting of Princess Yongning was sold at today's auction? 300 million is indeed not a small amount, but Princess Yongning's Painting is worth it.”

“Teacher, that painting is fake.” Ye Banglan put the peeled shrimp into Yan Tingyue's bowl, “But the imitation is really good and can be worth three to four hundred thousand.”

"Fake?" Yan Tingyue was startled, but did not doubt Ye Puanlan's words, "In this case, all the people in charge of the auction will be held accountable!"

“We have already gone to check the specific origin of this painting.” Yan Tingfeng said calmly, “It is unforgivable to pass off a defective product as a national treasure.”

Yan Tingyue sighed softly: "It was also the war that year. Too many cultural relics were lost and destroyed."

"Aunt Yan, let's be happy. The reason why my old man will be a judge is because Beilu invited him with three Chinese cultural relics." Rong Yu said with a smile, "otherwise he wouldn't have gone."

“It is indeed a happy thing.” Yan Tingyue smiled again, “We will take back all the cultural relics in the future.”

The night is turning and the eyelashes are lowered.

Three hundred years ago, during the war, China collapsed, and the Starman Federation Empire took the opportunity to plunder many Chinese antiques.

Originally, Hokuriku and Shenzhou were diplomatic relations and had always had friendly exchanges. However, a palace incident happened and the newly appointed emperor directly abolished this relationship and followed closely behind the Starman Federation Empire to plunder treasures.

In these years, China has re-emerged. Although it has not yet regained its former status, it cannot be underestimated.

“Teacher, please help me pay attention to the antiques.” Ye turned around and said, “I want to repair King Yan's black iron and gold wire armor first.”

“Repairing the black iron and gold wire armor?” Yan Tingyue frowned, “Repairing it is not an easy task. It is said that this armor was broken into 1,800 pieces. It is not certain whether these pieces can be recovered.”

Yan heard the news and tilted his head: "There is a collector in Yunjing who has a few pieces. I will help you get them."

"Okay, thank you." Ye Banlan was silent for a moment, "This antique is very important to me. If you need anything, just ask me." King Yan has no bones left, not even a tomb. This armor is his only record A registered relic.

"I need..." Yan Tingfeng's pupils moved slightly, and he smiled lowly, "I will mention it to Miss Ye later."

“You didn't expect that classmate Ye is Aunt Yan's apprentice.” Rong Yu bumped Yan Tingfeng's arm and lowered his voice.

Yan Tingfeng was noncommittal: “I didn't expect it.”

“I think so.” Rong Yu gloated, “After all, you said you were not interested before, do you want me to give it to Mr. Ye—”

Yan Tingfeng's expression did not change at all, and his voice became softer: "Forget this sentence, or I will use some means to make you forget it."

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He was a little scared.

After finishing the meal, Ye Banlan got up and wanted to send Yan Tingyue back to the mountains.

Yan Tingyue waved her hand: "I can go back by myself. It took you half a day today, so you should go back quickly."

"Aunt Yan, let me see you off." Rong Yu said with a wink, "Let me tell you about my old man."

Yan Tingyue did not refuse this time: "Let's go."

The two of them left.

Yan Tingfeng coughed twice: "I will take Miss Ye back to Jiangcheng."

Two hours later, Ye turned the tide and returned to the Lin family.

She opened the door, but there was an outsider sitting in the living room.

Lin Wenli raised his chin towards the person on the sofa and said, lukewarmly, "I'm looking for you. He came at eight o'clock."

“Miss Ye.” Fang Qinghan stood up, “Finally we've waited for you.”

He actually waited here all morning.

"What's the matter?" Ye Banlan didn't intend to deal with these young masters and daughters in Jiangquan, and his attitude was alienated.

"It's true that something happened. I came here to thank Miss Ye." Fang Qinghan was not angry. "The painting I bought from Miss Ye last time was picked up by Miss Ye. I really feel sorry for it. I want to invite Miss Ye to come." Sit down in the Fang family."

Ye Puanlan raised his eyes: "Oh? Where do you start talking about picking up leaks?"

"This painting also helped the Fang family get a cooperation. My mother must invite Miss Ye to express her gratitude in person." Fang Qinghan smiled bitterly, "In addition, I also want to talk to Miss Ye about calligraphy and painting."

It was enough for others to just believe it. He never believed that the painting was picked up at night.

"Interesting, I'll go with you, Wen Li. I'll come back in the evening, and you can tell your uncle and aunt." Ye Banlan nodded towards Lin Wenli and went out again.

Fang Qinghan politely welcomed Ye Turnan into Fang's house.

"Miss Ye, please wait a moment. My mother will be back soon." He poured a cup of tea himself and said, "Miss Ye, please."

"You're welcome." Ye Banlan nodded, took the tea and took a sip, "This tea..."

"This tea is a variety carefully cultivated by the Yunjing Tea Center." Fang Qinghan explained, "My grandfather and mother both like to drink tea. My father made a special trip to bring back a box from Yunjing. If Miss Ye likes it, I will give you a few boxes. ”

Ye Tuanlan shook his head: "No need."

The tea has a fresh aroma, and it is indeed not as good as the tea prepared by Yan Tingfeng.

"Brother! Brother, come out quickly!" At this time, Fang Qingya's cheerful voice came from outside the door, "I brought Yunyi over. Do you know what Brother He Chen bought for Yunyi? A painting of Princess Yongning. It's worth three hundred million!”

Princess Yongning's paintings!

These six words made Fang Qinghan's expression perk up.

But in an instant he frowned again. Why didn't he receive such big news?

"Yunyi, come and let my brother take a look." Fang Qingya pulled Sheng Yunyi into the door, "This painting of yours is the painting of Princess Yongning, and it is much better than the painting of Three Million by later generations!"

Sheng Yunyi said softly: "Qingya, don't say that. Princess Yongning is the founder of the Yongning School of Painting, and no one can compare with her."

Ye Tuanlan drank tea calmly without saying a word.

"Ye Tuanlan? Why are you at my house? Who asked you to come?" Fang Qingya was shocked and angry, "Butler, kick her out!"

"Fang Qingya!" Fang Qingya said coldly, "I just came out of the detention center and I'm restless again. What did I tell you?"

"Brother, I..." Fang Qingya was afraid, and immediately couldn't believe it, "You actually killed me just to turn the tide at night?"

Fang Qinghan held back his anger: "Apologise!"

"Impossible!" Fang Qingya was also angry, "Brother, I kindly invite you to see Princess Yongning's painting. Can the painting you bought from her compare to it?"

Ye Puanlan put down the tea cup: "Three hundred million dollars to buy a fake painting is really incomparable."

“You said the auction item was fake?” Fang Qingya laughed angrily, “Do you think you are Princess Yongning? Or did she tell you personally that she never painted this painting? What do you know?”

Brother Yan: You told me personally

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