Chapter 309 She Is the only Disciple of the Imperial Master Han Yunsheng!

Chapter 309 She is the only disciple of Emperor Master Han Yunsheng! 【1 update】

Han Yunsheng, the master of Emperor Daning, was her first teacher, teaching her her career and solving her doubts.

When she first started practicing calligraphy, she naturally imitated Han Yunsheng's handwriting. It wasn't until she became proficient in it that she developed her own style.

She didn't say that Han Yunsheng's calligraphy could be copied exactly the same, but she could still achieve a nine-point similarity.

There were several times when Han Yunsheng thought it was troublesome and didn't want to write a reply, so he asked her to do it for him.

As soon as these words came out, the entire table fell silent for an instant.

"..."

The director lost his composure, and when his hand shook, he almost stabbed his own throat with the chopsticks.

Producer Liu held on to the table to prevent himself from sitting on the ground: "Dare, dare I ask Miss Ye, what do you mean by this..."

"What I mean is that if the program team needs it, I can be responsible for this aspect of the recording." Ye Banlan said, "After all, it is really difficult to hire the inheritor of Han Ti to add temporary clips."

Mr. Fu was also a little surprised: "Young Ye Ye is really still cold?"

He met Ye Banglan unexpectedly and played a few games of chess by the lake. He could already clearly understand how superb Ye Banglan's chess skills were.

Unexpectedly, she was also involved in writing?

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

In Han Yunsheng's words, learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is to cultivate one's sentiments and wash away all the delicacies.

In her own words, it was to suppress her murderous intention and prevent her from going crazy and going on a rampage in the year nine hundred and ninety-nine.

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

"Then there is no need to find the successor of Han Ti. If Xiaoyou Ye and I cooperate, we will definitely be able to fulfill the requirements of the program team." Mr. Fu said with a smile, "I believe in Xiaoyou Ye's strength. If the program team still has If necessary, you can also take photos of Go, which is also an indispensable part of our cultural heritage.”

The director was still dizzy. After being kicked hard by Producer Liu, he yelled and came to his senses: "Thank you Miss Ye and Mr. Fu Lao. I will have everything prepared tomorrow." good!"

"Come on, come on, I got this wine from an old friend not long ago. He brewed the wine himself and it doesn't have much alcohol." Mr. Fu continued, "You can have a drink and taste it."

Yan Tingfeng was about to pick up one of the wine glasses, but the back of his hand was held down by Ye Wanlan: "I'm taking medicine recently, so I can't drink."

He blinked softly: "Fu Lao said that this wine has no alcohol content."

"Be obedient, for the sake of your health." Ye Banlan glanced at him, "I don't want you to die young."

die young?

Hearing these four words, Yan Tingfeng burst into laughter.

At his current age, he can be considered an old monster, right?

Who could live as long as he did?

Three hundred years have passed by in the blink of an eye, the sea has changed, things and people have changed, and the flowers are not the same as they were back then.

If it weren't for the scars left by the enemies on his body that still reminded him that the past was true, he might really doubt whether he was still really living in this world.

"Okay, I'm obedient." Yan Tingfeng coughed slightly, "If Xiaowan hadn't told you, I don't know if you would still be cold."

"Han Ti Fu Ti is the two main schools today." Ye Banlan said in a calm voice, "When practicing calligraphy, you must also practice these two schools."

"That makes sense." Yan Tingfeng smiled lightly, but his eyes became darker and darker.

The first time he met Ye Turning, he felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity in her.

But he couldn't catch this sense of familiarity.

In addition to the familiarity, he actually felt a strong resonance with her.

It was as if there was a hand gently clasping the door of his heart again and again.

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 to his senses: "I will listen to you."

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

Fuqiao was furious and threw everything in the house to the ground.

She fell and cried without any image.

Why?

She had driven away many film crews in the past, not wanting these fame-seeking people to insult the library and history and culture. Mr. Fu only scolded her at most and never put her in solitary confinement.

"Miss, the old man still dotes on you, but this time you went too far, and you showed it to the public, and you happened to be hit by the old man." The middle-aged man comforted her and said, "That's seven days. It’s just confinement, no big deal.”

"What do you mean it's not a big deal?" Fu Qiao's voice changed its tone with anger, "Grandpa is clearly favoring an outsider whom he has only met a few times! I am his granddaughter!"

However, when she said this, she felt uncertain and a little panicked.

She knew that she was an orphan who was picked up and raised by Mr. Fu out of kindness.

After discovering that she had considerable talent in calligraphy, she was specially trained to practice calligraphy.

Mr. Fu has no children, but she does not have any blood relationship with Mr. Fu.

Now that Mr. Fu can pick her back, will he take another night to turn the tide?

"Hey, miss, you'd better think about it carefully." The middle-aged man shook his head, exited, and locked the door.

In the past few years, Fu Qiao's temper has indeed become more and more arrogant and domineering. When dealing with things that he doesn't understand, he always cries, makes trouble and hangs himself.

Over and over again, even if you are trying to help the old man, your patience will be worn out.

The middle-aged man sighed.

It was also his fault that he had been manipulating Fu Qiao and allowed her to develop such a temper. I hope it is not too late.

**

The next day, early in the morning.

After the program team completed the filming in Cangshulu, they placed the most important filming location in the ruins of the Xiang Family Palace.

Mr. Fu has studied Fu Ti all his life, and a single calligraphy he writes can be sold for hundreds or even tens of millions.

The director didn't want to take this piece of writing as his own, but Mr. Fu was very cheerful and generous: "This piece of writing is just an apology gift from me to the program team, and the program team can deal with it how they want."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Fu?" The director was displeased, "Since it is a gift from you, of course I must keep it well."

Here, Ye Banglan also finished writing the last word.

What she wrote was a poem written by Han Yunsheng. This poem is also a must-memorize subject for primary and secondary school students.

"Turn the tide, isn't it amazing?" Xu Qingyu couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's so fake that it looks real!"

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

The two characters were placed together, and they were almost indistinguishable.

The cold tendons and bones were recreated at this moment.

"Little friend Ye, are you interested in participating in this year's calligraphy competition?" Mr. Fu stroked his beard, "Although registration has closed long ago, I can still use my privileges in this regard to add you, little friend Ye, to the competition."

Young people are talented but neither arrogant nor impetuous.

Today's materialistic society needs such people.

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

"Okay, that's good!" Mr. Fu Lao nodded, "Your cold body is very good. You will definitely get a good ranking in the competition. Maybe you can even win the first place."

The director asked curiously: "I am a layman, but I can tell that Miss Ye's handwriting is of a very high level. Is it possible that there are more powerful people in this year's calligraphy competition?"

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

"There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world." Ye Banlan said calmly, "I don't need to compare with others, I just need to follow my own path."

But when she leaves, she has to reach the top.

"Young friend Ye is still very thoughtful." Mr. Fu laughed, "If you participate in the calligraphy competition, I will be the judge. Of course, I will be fair and impartial in the competition and there will be no selfish feelings."

"This morning's shooting is over, let's call it a day." The director clapped his hands and said, "Teachers, please prepare. Our afternoon flight will fly directly to Nancheng."

Everyone started to pack their things and were about to leave the palace ruins.

However, suddenly——

"Boom!"

There was a thunderous explosion, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Ye Banlan narrowed his eyes and looked up.

The last time the program crew was filming at the palace ruins, they encountered a psychic from Hokuriku. Therefore, Bureau 723 increased surveillance around the palace ruins to prevent similar accidents from happening again.

But when the sky is clear and sunny, how can it suddenly thunder and then suddenly become covered with dark clouds?

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

After all, in all matters big and small, only things in heaven are the most unpredictable and the most difficult to change.

The director was also startled and said tremblingly: "No way..."

"Nothing, director, you and Fu Lao go first, I'll go over and take a look." Ye Banlan raised his hand, "No need to follow."

She quickly crossed the threshold of the palace, and then, where no one could see her, she tapped her toes and used her inner strength to jump onto the rafter.

"Boom!"

The thunder continued and the dark clouds lingered.

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

"Your Highness, is it possible that the situation like me and Stupid Qingyun has happened again?" Yuluan Hairpin was stunned, "Have we met other talking antiques again?"

"I don't know." Ye Banglan walked forward very carefully, "Go over and have a look first. The natural phenomenon must be extraordinary."

As soon as he finished speaking, at this moment——

"Search!"

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

Qingyun Pei lost her voice: "Your Highness, this is not——"

The light fell, and when he saw clearly what was in his hand, Ye Banlan's expression was also shocked!

Good morning~~