Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 305 Sister Lan, The Walking Encyclopedia of History! [1 Update]

Chapter 305: 305 Sister Lan, The Walking Encyclopedia of History! [1 Update]

A young girl entered through the back door, her left hand holding a broom.

When she saw Ye Wanlan’s actions, her expression contained no surprise, and without saying a word, she reached out a hand to grab Ye Wanlan’s hair.

"Wow!" Qingyun Pendant was shocked, "Her Royal Highness the Princess, be careful!"

With Ye Wanlan’s skills, how could she possibly let anyone get close to her?

She merely stepped slightly to the right and back, easily dodging the hand.

The girl clearly hadn’t anticipated that she would come up empty, unable to stop her momentum, pressing her entire body onto the glass cabinet.

"Crash—"

The brush was shocked into the air.

The director’s eyes widened, he stood still, not daring to move.

This was the interior of the Cangshu Pavilion; each and every artifact in the glass cases was a cultural heritage passed down from ancient times, with extremely high historical and artistic value.

If they were destroyed like this, the money would be a trivial matter, but the culture would be a significant loss!

The girl’s body also stiffened, her complexion shifting dramatically.

Ye Wanlan’s pupils suddenly narrowed; without a sound, her fingers moved ever so slightly.

An airflow that arose out of nowhere surged forward, lifting the brush that was about to fall to the ground and gently placed it back on the brush rack.

"..."

Silence fell over the scene.

The director’s eyes grew even larger, incredulous at what he was seeing.

How did that brush bounce back with such an eerie curve, defying the laws of gravity?

Only then did the girl prop herself up on the edge of the glass cabinet and stood up.

Upon seeing the brush unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief, then her gaze turned sharply towards Ye Wanlan, "Speak up! Who let you touch it? Do you know you almost ruined an antique?"

Ye Wanlan slowly lifted her eyes, her look calm, "What are you shouting about?"

"What am I shouting about?" the girl couldn’t contain her fury, "I agreed to let you film in here but I never permitted you to touch anything of mine! This time it was luck, nothing happened, but had it actually happened, all your wealth wouldn’t be enough to compensate!"

Qingyun Pendant swore angrily, "Don’t say that our princess was merely looking, even if she had touched it, so what? It’s rightfully hers!"

Jade Luan Pin was struck by fear, "Thankfully, after I was exposed to the light again, I was picked up by Her Royal Highness the Princess. If someone else had taken me away, wouldn’t I then be called someone else’s private property?"

"Miss Fu, Miss Fu, please calm down," the director came back to his senses, hurrying forward, "We didn’t mean to touch any artifacts here, just now Miss Ye was merely looking, I can vouch for her, she didn’t reach out her hand."

"It was only because I intervened in time. If I hadn’t shown up, I believe you would have taken everything here as your own," said Fu Qiao coldly, "You don’t need to film here anymore, just go away and don’t let me see you again."

"Ah, Miss Fu, it really isn’t like you think," the director couldn’t help but plead in a humble tone, "We’re only here to film a show, promising not to touch any antiques, nor to cause damage, all for the greater glory of Shenzhou’s history."

"What a boast!" the girl huffed coldly, "If history were truly studied by people as opportunistic as you all, wouldn’t it have been commodified long ago?"

That statement caused Professor Shen and Professor Li to change their expressions slightly.

In their lifetimes, unconcerned with fame or wealth, dedicating all their time to the field of archaeology, yet to be labeled as glory-seekers?

Upon hearing this, the director broke out in a cold sweat, "Miss Fu, you can’t say such things. Our two guests are professors from the Cultural Relics Bureau Archaeology Center, they—"

"I don’t care who you are," Fu Qiao rebuked sharply, "Get out of here now, or I might expose your malicious destruction of cultural relics online!"

The director would not have exchanged another word with Fu Qiao if it were not for the sake of the program.

Still trying to salvage the situation, he continued, "Miss Fu Qiao, we—"

"Get out!" Fu Qiao was relentless, "Our Book Cottage doesn’t need to be on the big screen. We already have plenty of visitors here; no need for more publicity from you!"

The director didn’t expect Miss Fu Qiao to have such a temper. He frowned, about to say something, when Ye Wanlan pressed down on his shoulder, "Let’s go. The items here are pretty common; there’s nothing worth filming."

Upon hearing this, the director turned his head in surprise.

Miss Fu Qiao, on the other hand, was even more infuriated. Her tone was icy, "Nothing worth filming? Do you know what this is?"

"A Goat Hair Brush from the Tianqi Era, dating between 1560 and 1570 in the Shenzhou Calendar, with its craft originating from the Jiangnan region," said Ye Wanlan indifferently, "Next to it is a Purple Brush from the Qianhe Period, dating from the year 1700 in the Shenzhou Calendar, its craft originating from Fengyuan—both are ordinary brushes with a craftsmanship that is not refined."

The Tianqi Era was the reign title of Grand Ancestor Ning, the founding emperor of the Ning Dynasty, and Qianhe was the reign of Ning Zhaozong, the father of Princess Yongning.

These two periods are also known as the strongest times of the Ning Dynasty.

Miss Fu Qiao’s voice suddenly stopped.

It was as if she had been slapped out of nowhere; her face stung with the pain.

"Wanlan can even discern the exact era of the Purple Brush?" Professor Shen was somewhat surprised, "It should indeed be a product of the Qianhe Period, but whether it’s from the early or late period is impossible to tell."

Ye Wanlan’s eyelashes drooped.

After all, she had once lived in that era—how could she not know?

Miss Fu Qiao’s attitude did not soften because Ye Wanlan recognized the eras of the two brushes. On the contrary, she felt increasingly angry.

She clenched her teeth, watching Ye Wanlan walk out and then stopped in front of the stone table for a few seconds.

"What are you still looking at?" Miss Fu Qiao said angrily, "That’s an ancient game remnant. Can you understand it? Without speaking, I won’t allow you to continue filming here."

Ye Wanlan turned back, her gaze finally resting on her, uttering two indifferent words, "Shut up."

In that moment, Miss Fu Qiao felt as though someone was strangling her throat, her breathing became instantly difficult.

It wasn’t until the production team followed Ye Wanlan out that she could breathe normally again.

"Ah, Miss Qiao, why are you arguing with the production team again?" A middle-aged man walked over from the other side and sighed, "Your grandfather agreed to this filming, and besides, this show is different from others; it has already gone international."

"Grandfather dotes on me the most. He won’t refuse anything I say," Miss Fu Qiao didn’t care in the least, "I just despise their condescending attitude. I’m going to practice my calligraphy, it’s almost time for the competition."

The middle-aged man had watched Miss Fu Qiao grow up and knew how wilful she could be, so he could only nod and let her go.

**

Outside, the warm sun shone high, and a gentle breeze graced the face.

The weather in November had gradually cooled, and Fengyuan, being in the northern part of Shenzhou, had a chill that was somewhat more pronounced.

The production team members looked at each other, all somewhat clueless.

They didn’t even know what they had done that was so offensive, causing the young master of Cangshu Pavilion to erupt in such fury.

"Sigh, no wonder no production team has been able to stay here for more than half a day." The director clapped his hands and let out a sigh, "This Miss Fu Qiao has really too big of a temper, and moreover, she flies off the handle for no reason—who could stand it?"

Last year, there was a production team that needed to shoot a literary scene in the Cangshu Pavilion.

Initially, they had come to an agreement, but somehow during the process, they touched Miss Fu Qiao’s sore spot and were directly kicked out of Cangshu Pavilion.

The production team pleaded for a long time but couldn’t succeed and had to give up.

The director had thought that they could film the origins of Shenzhou calligraphy and various calligraphic tools here, but now it seemed that it would be impossible to proceed.

"Sigh, luckily, I heard before coming that this Miss Fu Qiao was capricious, with unpredictable moods, so I prepared a Plan B in advance." The director shook his head but quickly returned to his energetic self, "Luckily, we can shoot somewhere else first; it’s not too late to film the Book Cottage later."

"Director, that lady was more than unpredictable. She was simply unreasonable," Xu Qingyu was very dissatisfied, "Wanlan clearly didn’t provoke her, yet she kept picking fights. To an outsider, it would seem like all the cultural relics in the Book Cottage belong to her."

The director sighed, "Those living in Cangshu Pavilion don’t pay much attention to the outside world. That we even received proactive contact for shooting this time surprised me."

It was a pity that they still couldn’t succeed in the end.

"Director, what’s the point of filming the Book Cottage?" Ye Wanlan smiled faintly, "I think what you really want to film is Fu Guang. She has many poems that have been lost in the river of history. Why not film the new poems of Fu Guang appearing in the world?"

The director jumped up, "What did you say?!"