Chapter 316 Shocking Everyone! Sister Lan Takes Action [Update 2]

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 Turnlan has helped them with so many things, but they have no idea how to repay him.

"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 entered the box, other guests were already seated.

When they learned that Ye Wanlan 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 a top class person like Huo Ximian, his background is not as good as hers. After entering the entertainment industry, he has always acted based on others' opinions.

Naturally, he could not fail to see that the backbone of the entire program team was Ye Turning, and even the director and producer put Ye Turning's opinions first.

Qi Yunzhao's idol has 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 while, then stood up and said to the director: "Director, my friend in Nancheng called me just now and said that he has something urgent to ask me for. I have to go there first."

No matter how good Qi Yunzhao is at pretending, given his age, how could he escape the eyes of a director who has been in the entertainment industry for more than 20 years?

The director didn't try to persuade him to stay, but just waved his hand to indicate that he could leave.

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

It's fake to have friends, but he needs to find an excuse to leave here.

Qi Yunzhao had just left when 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 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 person, because she is only old by her age. Her eyes and expression are extremely young, without the heavy air of twilight, but like the rising sun.

"Director, Producer Liu, and a few teachers." Ye Banlan nodded slightly, "This is the inheritor who has been in charge of the Kunqu Opera project, Yan Tingyue Yan Lao."

"Pap, tap—"

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 will 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 "nothing goes by chance" meant.

Ye Banglan already knew this master in the cultural world, so he was naturally able to do everything perfectly.

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 discover.

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 is refreshing and refreshing.

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

"Should Senior Brother have been in contact with Brother Yan?" Ye Banlan said suddenly, "Because I remember that he once praised Senior Brother for his heroic deeds in front of Yingyue and me, but he didn't say what it was about."

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

Ye Banlan 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 turned the tide into Europe and thought: "With his martial arts, he can't even defeat a few drunk martial arts people."

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

King Yan and King Qin have the highest martial arts, followed by King 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.

"Junior sister, please listen to me first." Xie Linyuan stretched out his hand, pressed his forehead, and said with a headache, "At that time, he was wearing women's clothes. I thought he was a woman from a distance, and I had already dealt with those drunkards who liked to make trouble before him."

Ye Wanlan said slowly: "When you see him face to face, you will find that you have seen an acquaintance, not only did you not get thanked, but he made fun of you."

Xie Linyuan: "..."

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

"I was so angry!" Xie Linyuan gritted his teeth slightly, "I challenged him, but he not only refused to accept the challenge, but also threw me a fan he painted and asked me to sell it for money."

Ye Wanlan thought: "Brother Yan's fan is indeed worth a lot of money, you are not at a loss, senior brother."

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

"Of course." Ye Wanlan nodded, "He has a very high attainment 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 sighed: "He messes with women's hearts every day. This is the real way to live among thousands of flowers. My heart belongs only to Ayin. I have always been loyal."

Ye Wanlan shook his mobile phone and said slowly: "Senior brother, I recorded this sentence for you. When Fanyin comes back one day, I will play it to her."

Xie Linyuan: "..."

He deeply suspected that his junior sister had learned bad things from someone. 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 owner of the building ever had contact with the King of Freedom?"

"Him?" Yan Tingfeng put his hands behind his back and seemed to smile, "I have had contact with him a few times. He is in the court, but his heart is with the people. He is very similar to me, a man in the martial arts world."

His most profound impression of Yan Shunhua was an assassination.

Yan Shunhua liked to dress up as a woman and sing operas. She didn't have the airs of a prince at all. She would find a stage to perform in various places when she was traveling.

People in the martial arts world also knew about his characteristics. Those martial artists who didn't like the people in the court would wait for an opportunity to ambush him, and when Yan Shunhua sang the climax of the opera, they would rush to the stage from all directions.

However, Yan Shunhua looked like a beautiful woman, with an extremely handsome face, but she was not really weak. Instead, she had a kind of gentle killing fierceness.

With the martial arts of the King of Freedom, how could these ordinary martial artists hurt him?

He was still dressed in his best clothes, and he finished the play in the battle.

After the song, the head fell.

And King Xiaoyao walked away on the water, unrestrained and unrestrained.

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

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

When he came out of retreat, he had heard the bad news that "all the kings of the four 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 Wanlan sent Yan Tingyue back to the cabin in the forest.

The further you go into the forest, the quieter it becomes.

Yan Tingyue has walked this road many times, sometimes late at night, but never once did she feel a sense of panic and coldness in her heart.

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

"Shua——"

A group of flying birds were startled, and there were hurried footsteps approaching.

A group of people suddenly appeared in the darkness.

Each of them was tall and strong, with muscular bodies.

The target of this group of people was obviously Yan Tingyue and Ye Wanlan. They surrounded the master and apprentice, and did not speak, as if waiting for them to kneel down and beg for mercy first.

Yan Tingyue's back was cold: "Alan, you first--"

Ye Wanlan held Yan Tingyue's hand and said in a faint voice: "Teacher, stand behind me."

The sky was dull today, she thought, blood was needed as paint.

Thank you for your support, see you tomorrow~~