Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 308 It hurts, Sister Lan knows a little [2 updates]

Chapter 308: 308 It hurts, Sister Lan knows a little [2 updates]

"Grandfather, it’s her!" Miss Fu Qiao pointed at Ye Wanlan, shouting loudly, "This morning she came to our house, and nearly destroyed the calligraphy brush you bought from abroad."

"Miss Fu Qiao, please be reasonable!" the director shouted angrily, "Miss Ye only looked at the brush, whereas it was you who knocked over the stand, nearly damaging the cultural relic. How can you be so unreasonable and blame others for your own fault?!"

Fu Qiao completely ignored him, just coquettishly holding on to the old man’s arm.

Now that her grandfather was here to back her up, they would certainly be able to get the new Fu Guang Poem back.

This way, with an authentic piece for reference, she could improve her calligraphy by imitating it.

And during the calligraphy competition, she would also be able to secure a good ranking.

Fu Qiao snorted coldly: "Grandfather, listen to them. It’s bad enough that they don’t respect historical relics, but now they are slandering me here!"

She was the granddaughter whom Old Master Fu had personally raised. The show’s crew were outsiders, and it went without saying whom Old Master Fu would listen to.

The director’s expression also changed slightly.

The owner of the Cangshu Pavilion held an extremely high status in the cultural world, existing on the same level as Yan Tingyue, the foremost figure in Kunqu opera today.

Both had similar lifestyles, retreating from society to live among ordinary folk, paying little attention to worldly affairs.

But this did not mean their influence had waned—they still held countless connections and resources in their hands.

The "Treasures of The Divine Land" show was inherently a historical and cultural program. If they really offended the owner of the Cangshu Pavilion...

Fu Qiao proudly tilted her chin upwards, her expression full of determination.

However, Old Master Fu pulled his arm away from Fu Qiao’s grasp and spoke coldly, "Fu Qiao, apologize!"

"..."

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

The director and the producer both looked up in surprise at Old Master Fu.

Not to mention Fu Qiao, who was being reprimanded. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief: "Grandfather?"

"I am very clear about what kind of person Miss Ye is," Old Master Fu looked at Fu Qiao with some disappointment, "You should not fabricate such illogical lies just to force the crew out!"

Having her lie exposed, Fu Qiao felt her heart clench, and her bravado subsided as she stuttered, "Grandfather, how could you..."

"Ah Lai, take Fu Qiao away," Old Master Fu gestured with his hand, summoning a middle-aged man, "Confine her for seven days, let her reflect on her actions."

"Yes," the middle-aged man stepped forward, addressing Fu Qiao, "Miss, please return to your room."

"Grandfather!" Fu Qiao screamed, indignant, "How can you side with outsiders? They even claim the new poem of Fu Guang as their own, but it was discovered here, in our place!"

Old Master Fu did not pay attention to Fu Qiao’s tantrum and had the middle-aged man escort her away from the scene.

The director and Producer Liu exchanged glances.

They had clearly heard Old Master Fu addressing Ye Wanlan with the term "Friend Ye."

The title ’Friend’ was neither too close nor too distant, but it surely indicated that Old Master Fu greatly admired, even respected Ye Wanlan.

What had happened when they were unaware?

"I apologize, I truly do," Old Master Fu spoke heartily as he turned to apologize to the crew, "The Cangshu Pavilion is merely a vessel for culture, culture that belongs to everyone. What private or not private? Please feel free to film here, without any psychological burden."

"Thank you, Old Master Fu," the director also bowed, "It’s just that, earlier, I had a confrontation with your granddaughter, and it was quite regrettable."

"Apologize for what? There’s no need for apologies; it is not your fault," Old Master Fu’s expression softened a bit as he heard this, "She has always lived in the Cangshu Pavilion and developed an arrogant nature. This time she truly went too far. I am also to blame for constantly being away, leaving her only to practice calligraphy with her Uncle Liu and failing to educate her properly."

Many of the collections inside the Cangshu Pavilion were also brought back by Old Master Fu from abroad.

In this respect, his actions resonated with those of Xiang Shaoyu.

"Since it’s evening already, I caught two fish today and was planning to invite Friend Ye over for dinner at home," Old Master Fu said with a carefree smile, "Since both of you are here, you might as well stay too."

The director and Producer Liu were flattered, taking their seats properly beside the dining table.

Old Master Fu handed the fish basket to a servant nearby and took his seat as well.

"Today, I solved a few endgames with Friend Ye and Yan Tingfeng and learned quite a lot," Old Master Fu said with a chuckle, stroking his beard, "Please sit, make yourself at home, there’s no need to be polite."

Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng sat down side by side.

"Miss Ye..." the director whispered, "Do you know Old Mr. Fu?"

Ye Wanlan pondered for a moment, "I only found out today that he is the owner of the Cangshu Pavilion, but I met him several times on walks a while ago."

"Thank goodness you know Old Mr. Fu, Miss Ye," the director shook his head, "otherwise if we were wrongfully accused, I really wouldn’t know how to defend ourselves. Old Mr. Fu seems so ethereal, but that Fu Qiao..."

She must have a very serious mental illness.

Ye Wanlan did not respond, instead staring thoughtfully in one direction.

"Friend Ye, do you like that brush?" Old Master Fu noticed her gaze and pondered, "Indeed, I brought back that brush from abroad, and it is an item from the Qianhe Period, though I don’t know who its owner was."

Ye Wanlan gave a slight nod, "May I take a look?"

"Of course." Old Master Fu personally took down the brush, "It’s a pity, the bristles have been damaged."

Ye Wanlan accepted the brush that Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng had once given her, handling it with great care as she gently twisted the joint between the bristles and the handle.

With a "snap," a small metal piece fell off.

An unexpected turn of events startled the director, who hurriedly looked at Elder Fu, fearing that he would fly into a rage over the damaged brush.

However, Old Master Fu stared intently at the part of the handle that had been beneath the metal piece.

There, too, was written a very small line of text.

It marked the time, place, and the person concerned.

—Given to Little Yongning.

Could this actually be a brush once used by Princess Yongning?!

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that." Ye Wanlan passed the brush over, her eyebrows slightly raised, "But Elder Fu, do you think the price of this brush has just increased several times over?"

At this moment, even Old Master Fu was shaken.

Not just several times, but perhaps dozens of times!

The collection value of Ning Dynasty artifacts is inherently high, and the value of an antique associated with Princess Yongning will naturally increase as well.

The director and Producer Liu were dumbfounded.

Is this... another discovery of Princess Yongning’s relics?!

"That’s a relief!" Old Master Fu suddenly patted his chest, "When I bought this brush from that collector, he treated it merely as an ordinary brush."

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to bring the brush back to Shenzhou; it would surely have been snatched away by someone from the Global Center Museum.

Yan Tingfeng gazed at Ye Wanlan, and after a lengthy pause, his eyelashes drooped slightly.

Coincidence?

If it happens once or twice, it’s a coincidence, but what about three, four times... up to the dozens of times now?

Even he, who had truly lived during that era for more than twenty years, was not so sensitive to artifacts.

Certainly, at the time, he had neither the mood nor the time to pay attention to these things.

Professor Xue casually mentioned the term "antique radar detector" in jest, yet Ye Wanlan seemed more effective than a detector.

Yan Tingfeng slowly closed his eyes, suddenly feeling that his thoughts were somewhat inadequate.

Initially, he approached Ye Wanlan because he found her interesting and she was wrapped in a layer of mystery.

He wanted to lift that veil.

However, in the few months that he had known her, that veil seemed only to grow thicker.

And incredible events had occurred to her—her life had been taken over by a foreign soul for four years.

Yan Tingfeng exhaled softly and then abruptly smiled.

Fortunately, his current physical condition was still good, allowing him to continue to stay by her side.

"Come, have some fish. The two fish caught today are both excellent." Old Master Fu called everyone over, "After we finish eating the fish, I’ll donate the brush to the Fengyuan Museum."

After all, Fengyuan was where Princess Yongning grew up. There’s a Yongning Pavilion in the local museum, filled with items related to Princess Yongning, telling the story of her seventeen years.

The director fiddled with his chopsticks and, after thinking, decided to tentatively ask, "There’s something I was wondering if I might ask Elder Fu to help us with?"

"Speak," Elder Fu said as he wiped his hands, "but I’m old now, and there’s not much I can help you with."

"It’s a favor Elder Fu can certainly do." The director smiled, "We’d like to ask if you could be a special guest on our show and write a piece of calligraphy. I’ve heard that Elder Fu’s Fu Style is unparalleled nowadays."

Calligraphy today is basically divided into three major schools.

First is the Fu Style of Poetry Sage Fuguang, second is the Cold Style of Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng, and their styles are collectively called "Cold Tendons with Bones."

The third, of course, is Princess Yongning, who also has the most followers.

"No problem," Old Master Fu nodded readily, "I think if the program crew can also get a calligrapher who knows Cold Style, the effect of the show would be even better."

"That..." the director hesitated, "might be difficult."

"Cold Style?" Ye Wanlan thought for a moment, then slowly said, "I suppose I understand it a bit."