Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 306: Brother Yan Protects the Short, New Poems Revealed! [2 Updates]

Chapter 306: Brother Yan Protects the Short, New Poems Revealed! [2 Updates]

As long as one is from Shenzhou, there’s no one who wouldn’t know of Fu Guang.

Because her poems were passed down from mouth to mouth, and from primary school to university, her poetry has been recorded in textbooks for later generations to learn.

Fu Guang could be considered one of the most outstanding poets in the history of Shenzhou. As a female poet, her presence is even more precious and rare, and she is commonly referred to as "Poetry Sage."

She could compose a poem in seven steps and pen a Chapter with ease. At the age of three, she could already write poetry, and by fifteen, her fame spread far and wide.

The Imperial Court considered recruiting her and wanted to send someone to invite her, but in the end, it was Princess Yongning herself who went.

Although she did not succeed in convincing her, the two became close friends and their story became a celebrated tale.

But Fu Guang’s life was not long; at the age of twenty-eight, her life came to an end.

However, she wasn’t a general or a warrior, nor was she a person of the Jianghu, and certainly not of the Xiang Imperial Family. She, like other commoners, could have hidden until the enemy was repulsed and safety arrived.

Yet Fu Guang was unwilling.

She bore a lofty character and an unyielding spirit.

With the Ning Dynasty no more, she naturally would not live alone, thus she took her own life above the West River, sacrificing herself for her country.

This was her legendary but brief life.

Regrettably, historians speculate that in her twenty-seven years of life, Fu Guang wrote at least a thousand poems.

But of those, only six hundred and eighty-seven complete pieces have survived till today.

Far too many of Fu Guang’s poems have been lost to the river of history.

Archaeologists have certainly tried to recover the missing poems, but unfortunately, there hasn’t been much progress in recent years.

Ye Wanlan, however, said she was going to film Fu Guang’s newly-discovered poems?!

But where would these new Fu Guang poems come from?!

The director stared blankly at Ye Wanlan, his brain freezing once again.

Ye Wanlan’s thoughts drifted far away.

Add the nine hundred and ninety-nine years trapped in a temporal cage endlessly looping, and she had indeed lived far too long, so long that she could be the ancestor of other people’s ancestors.

Even though her memory was good, regretfully, some memories were so distant that it was hard to recall key details at a moment’s notice.

She had visited Fu Guang’s Book Cottage seven times to invite her to leave her seclusion and serve as an official.

This event was indeed recorded in history books, and many praised her for valuing talent and wisdom greatly.

However, at that time, when she went to find Fu Guang, she didn’t harbor any utilitarian intentions.

The Ning Dynasty had the martial prowess of King of Yan He Jia and the literary brilliance of Poetry Sage Fuguang; this was the Ning Dynasty’s fortune.

Even if Fuguang didn’t hold an official position, she deserved the utmost honor and admiration.

Fuguang was four years her senior, but they had no generational gap whatsoever; during the days in the Book Cottage, they shared everything with each other.

"Pure and Simple Melody" is a lute piece composed by her, and Fuguang also liked this piece very much, creating lyrics specifically for it.

Besides that, Fuguang also wrote many poems for her.

She was revisiting old places and finally remembered where one of those poems had been placed.

The silence was first broken by Professor Shen, who looked kindly at the girl: "Could it be that in recent days, Wanlan has made a new discovery?"

Finding even the grave of the Heavenly Sound Sect Workshop Master Lin Fanyin was possible, so discovering a new poem by Fuguang wouldn’t be too surprising.

"Yes," Ye Wanlan replied with a faint smile, "but I’m not completely certain yet. We need to take a look first to confirm if there is really a new poem by Fu Guang."

"Let’s go! Right now!" The director finally regained his wits and made an immediate decision.

If they truly managed to discover a new poem by Fu Guang, it would be a significant contribution to the cultural history of Shenzhou.

Their project "Treasures of The Divine Land" was created precisely to promote the culture of Shenzhou, wasn’t it?

Ye Wanlan nodded slightly: "Although this Cangshu Pavilion was built later, it should have been where Princess Yongning practiced calligraphy. Please look here."

She pointed at a stone in front of the door.

The director leaned closer to take a look and noticed several tiny characters on the stone.

These characters were not engraved with Inner Strength; they were simply made with pressure from writing.

"This is..." the director’s eyes suddenly widened with excitement, "the handwriting of the Great Master of the Daning, Han Yunsheng?"

Ning Zhaozong assembled a formidable team of civil and military officials from all over the Ning Dynasty to teach and assist Princess Yongning.

Of these teachers, the two most powerful were the Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng and the Female Prime Minister Shen Mingshu.

"Correct," Ye Wanlan said. "Historical records mention that Princess Yongning once invited Fu Guang to her place of calligraphy practice, and Fu Guang also presented Princess Yongning with many poems on numerous occasions. So, is it possible to speculate that some poems were left here?"

Professor Shen and Professor Li both deeply agreed.

This was indeed a very logical deduction.

Who could have thought that on a stone in front of the Cangshu Pavilion, there would actually be words left by Han Yunsheng.

No wonder Professor Xue would say that Ye Wanlan was like a walking antique detection radar; with her around, archaeology had become simpler and simpler.

"But we were just kicked out," the assistant director suddenly smacked his forehead in distress, "I’m afraid Miss Fu Qiao will not allow us to go in at all."

"Let’s start by looking from the outside," Ye Wanlan soothed, "The Cangshu Pavilion is large, they can’t possibly stop everyone from going in on the outside, let’s head to the west side, Teacher Xu, you go to the east side and have a look."

"Speaking of which, that neurotic Miss Fu Qiao and Poetry Sage Fuguang both have the last name Fu," Shen Yeqiu pondered, "This surname is not common, could it be, is she a descendant of Fuguang?"

Ye Wanlan spoke indifferently, "Fuguang never married and did not leave any descendants; it’s just the same surname, there’s no relation between the two."

"I really don’t believe they are related," the director muttered, "I think she is more than neurotic, she’s outright paranoid; she ought to go to the hospital and have her brain examined."

Having said that, he clapped his hands, "Let’s follow Miss Ye’s plan, we’ll split up now to find the new poems of Fuguang, Professor Shen, Professor Li, please contact the archaeological team."

After the tasks were distributed, everyone dispersed.

Ye Wanlan walked in the direction she knew, with Rong Qi and Yan Tingfeng accompanying her.

Suddenly, Yan Tingfeng asked her in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Ye Wanlan was slightly startled, it took a moment before she realized he was asking about those four years when her body was taken over by the Transcendent Woman.

Rong Qi and Yan Tingfeng were close, so it was normal for him to know.

"It doesn’t hurt," Ye Wanlan lifted her head and spoke calmly, "I couldn’t control my body, and I couldn’t feel the injuries it suffered at that time either."

Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes twitched slightly, "At that time, Xiao Wan was—"

"I was still in my body, but I could only hear and see, I couldn’t touch anything," Ye Wanlan looked up at the sky, "It was like being trapped in a prison that could drive people insane."

But she had to remain calm, only a clear mind could help her find the correct way to deal with it.

"Such a thing, I have never heard of," the beautiful pupils of Yan Tingfeng showed a hint of fierceness, "It doesn’t seem to be related to the Arts and Methods of Shenzhou, nor to the Spirit Communication techniques of the Northern Lands."

Ye Wanlan hummed faintly, "Yes, I’m also wondering whether she might come back to take over my body again."

Yan Tingfeng closed his eyes partially, a trace of murderous intent spilling from the corners of his eyes, "Then we’ll see if she ever comes back again."

If the Transcendent Woman did reappear, then he would never allow such a thing to happen again.

"Miss Ye, your conjecture is indeed not wrong," Rong Qi, who had been resting with closed eyes, suddenly opened them, "Fuguang’s poem is indeed here."

He took two steps forward, squatted down under a tree, and took out his archaeological trowel, starting to dig at a spot.

Soon, Rong Qi unearthed a sandalwood box.

He brushed the dirt off the box and whispered, "Luban Lock."

Luckily, he knew how to open this kind of lock.

A few seconds later, with a "click," the box opened, revealing a scroll inside.

Seeing this, Ye Wanlan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, "The Great Purity Pulse, truly lives up to its reputation."

The scroll contained a poem hand-written by Fuguang.

She and Fuguang buried this poem under the tree together, promising to meet again the following year.

It was a shame that she had missed the appointment.

"I’m ashamed," Rong Qi sighed lightly, "There’s much that even I cannot predict, and my visions of Shenzhou’s future are a vast void."

This was precisely his worry and concern.

Who knew if one day in the future, a resurgent Shenzhou would face invasion again?

"The future, of course, is in our own hands, it’s up to us," said Ye Wanlan with a light smile, "Now that we’ve found it, let’s go back and meet up with the director."

**

The incident of the "Treasures of the Divine Land" production team being driven out of the Cangshu Pavilion was captured by several tourists and uploaded online.

[What’s going on with the production team? They were just being praised yesterday, and now they are causing trouble today?]

[Of course, antiques should not be touched casually. If damaged, they cannot be compensated.]

[I’ve said it before, the "Treasures of the Divine Land" production team is just for show, they don’t really respect history and cultural relics, they just want to create a sensation.]

[I’ve been to the Cangshu Pavilion, the owner is mild-mannered, they would never lose their temper for no reason, the production team must have done something!]

As the debate raged on, a new trending topic quietly appeared in the search bar.

#Expose, "Treasures of the Divine Land" production team discovers new poem by Fuguang!#