The material of the Liuyun Fan is indeed not paper.
Instead, it is made of sharp golden silk and a metal called soft cloud iron.
The former is the silk spun by the golden silkworm. It can be burned continuously by fire and cannot be destroyed by water.
The latter is an extremely rare metal. Although it is as soft as dough, it is indestructible and can withstand many attacks.
This fan can be used both offensively and defensively, and its ribs are beautifully made. It is also an excellent accessory, so it is something that Yan Shunhua never leaves his side.
Yan Shunhua knew that she and Fuguang were close friends, so he specifically asked her to ask Fuguang to write a poem on the Liuyun Fan.
The poem on the right side of the fan was written by Fuguang for Yan Shunhua.
Although there is no signature, as long as you have studied Fu Ti, you will not know who wrote this poem.
Sure enough, some students blurted out: "Fu Ti! This is a poem written by Fuguang. Could it be that the owner of this fan is Fuguang?"
Chinese studies are a compulsory subject at Shenzhou University, and many of Fuguang's poems are listed among them, so the students know her well.
"Yes, this poem was indeed written by Fuguang, but this fan is not owned by Fuguang." The female professor said, "There is a word for 'face' on the handle of this fan."
The girl lost her voice: "King Xiaoyao?!"
Among the princes in the four directions, only King Xiaoyao was famous not for his proficiency in warfare, but for his stunning face and outstanding music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Romantic affairs are often the favorite things of the public.
Therefore, Yan Shunhua also has a large number of fans in later generations.
"According to the speculation of our archaeological experts, this is the personal belongings of Xiaoyao Wang Yan Shunhua." The female professor nodded, "This fan is also very in line with his preferences. Experts further speculate that he can ask Fuguang to compose poems, which is also I took the path of Princess Yongning.”
Ye Banlan lowered her eyelashes and sneered softly.
The Global Center indeed has extensive research on China, but why does Yan Shunhua’s Liuyun Fan appear here?
It seems that the Battle of Ten Thousand Armies three hundred years ago was indeed the work of the Global Center.
"Please come forward and watch one by one." The female professor added, "If you have any questions, you can ask them on the spot, but remember that cultural relics are precious and must not be touched with your hands."
The students were all excited.
It is extremely lucky and rare to be able to see cultural relics of high historical value so close.
"Turn the tide, do we really have no way to bring Liuyun Fan back to China?" The girl gritted her teeth, "They are just a group of bandits!"
Ye Tuanlan remained silent, and she followed the other students, getting closer and closer to Liuyun Fan.
In full view of everyone, it was indeed impossible for her to take Liuyun Fan away.
But the touch was a breeze.
Even the surveillance camera couldn't capture Ye Turning the Tide's fake actions.
And what she wants is the fragments of past history, the history that belongs to Yan Shunhua!
"Shua——"
The light in front of me blurred, and when it became clearer, what I saw was a ruined wall.
Ye Banlan instantly recognized that this was the second big city in the Eastern Wasteland.
Since this is the scene now, the timeline is after Hua Yingyue's death in battle.
"Everyone says that King Xiaoyao has a good skin, and all the men and women in this country are crazy about him." Laughter came from behind her, "When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation. He was obviously a man, but he was born She looks like a daughter, hahahahaha——"
There was a lot of sarcasm in this laughter. It was definitely not a compliment, but a humiliation.
Ye Banglan turned around slowly, and finally saw the instigator from three hundred years ago again.
Today, she can be sure that where these people are, there is a civilization that is more advanced than that of the Ning Dynasty.
With their technological power, they can easily carry out a dimensionality reduction attack on Ning Chao.
But I am afraid that due to some restrictions, they cannot use all their power.
Opposite the 30,000-strong army, there was only one person.
The man stood sideways, with the yellow sand blowing on his face, but it could not hide his peerless appearance.
Ning Zhaozong and the late empress were both extremely elegant, so their children were naturally good.
The leader of the princes of the four directions, King Hejia of Yan, was the dream lover of many ladies.
Hejia has sharp features and cold outlines, and is extremely aggressive and intimidating.
However, Yan Shunhua was born like a woman, with a beautiful face. He could also dress up as a woman and sing on the stage. Many people came here just to take a look at him.
Yan Shunhua didn't speak. Blood dripped down his fingers, dyeing Liuyun Fan bright red.
Ye Tuanlan finally understood.
Why was it that when she observed Liuyun Fan just now, she found that the golden silk was actually stained with traces of blood, which turned out to be Yan Shunhua's blood.
At this moment, he was seriously injured.
But Wang Jue was too proud to allow him to bend his back.
Presumably he rushed to Donghuang immediately after hearing the news. Unfortunately, he was still late.
Yan Shunhua looked gloomy.
"Admiral, he is an idle prince. It is expected that his kung fu is much worse than the other three kings." A deputy general said, "What's more, King Yan, King Chu and King Qin would rather die than surrender, and we don't have the pleasure of humiliating them. .”
The enemy general nodded thoughtfully: "Not bad."
These Shenzhou people are all tough and can be beaten constantly, which makes them feel very boring.
"Admiral, before we came here, didn't we bring that -" the deputy general gestured, "wouldn't it be just right to use it on him?"
"This..." The enemy general hesitated, "Before sending troops, your Excellency said that we are not allowed to use technological power beyond what this world has. I'm afraid it will cause disaster!"
The laws of the world are everywhere and no one can violate them.
"My lord, it's only for a moment." The deputy general advised again, "Don't you want to humiliate him properly?"
The enemy general pondered for a moment and then responded: "That makes sense, come here!"
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"Buzz——!"
A dazzling light shot out. Yan Shunhua's body was seriously injured. It was not easy to stand, so he could not escape.
The next second, Ye Banglan's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out: "Shunhua!"
Because under the shroud of this light, Yan Shunhua's face actually aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only his face, but also his body gradually became rickety from being tall and tall.
In just a few seconds, his face, which was more beautiful than the court chief's oiran, was filled with wrinkles, and his original appearance was no longer visible.
This not only makes him age, but directly robs him of his vitality!
Those with internal energy have the ability to maintain youthfulness, because whether it is appearance, black hair, or shiny skin, as long as there is enough vitality, it can be nourished.
But once the vitality is lost, it will naturally be impossible to maintain these.
"Hahahaha, look at his ugly appearance, and he still looks good on Shunhua, bah!"
"Carry him to the river and let him take a good look at what he looks like."
"I think it's better to hang him on the tower and let his admirers come and see."
"You dare to come to the Eastern Wasteland alone. He thinks he is the King of Qin. He doesn't even have half a soldier under his command. It's embarrassing..."
It seemed as if someone was playing a tragic song in my ears, and countless sounds were intertwined together.
The sound of the piano is like weeping and complaining, the sound of the flute is mournful and endless, and the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away are crying.
The ears are full of screams and the eyes are devastated.
Ye Banglan knew what it was.
They are the dead bodies of millions in the Chinese continent, and they are the victims who cannot leave.
It is an inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, and a hundred thousand souls of one hundred thousand soldiers.
It was also in the song "The Wanxing of China" that she personally wrote about the fall of the Ning Dynasty.
"The beauty turned into flames and was destroyed by fire,
Drunk and lying on the battlefield without returning home,
Full of shackles,
Broken bones into sand——"
Ye Banlan's voice was very soft, and she finally completed the lyrics belonging to King Xiaoyao: "The eyebrows will eventually wither..."
It turns out that this is the case.
How could Yan Shunhua not notice the changes in him.
"I look at myself in the mirror every day, and I have never been as gorgeous as you." Hua Yingyue's voice sounded in her ears, with a tone of disgust, "If you get old one day, you will have an extra line on your face. Wrinkles, aren’t you going to be heartbroken? Don’t let me coax you then.”
Yan Shunhua lowered his head. Wrinkles were not only on his face, but also on his hands.
He coughed and slowly vomited blood: "His Royal Highness King Qin was right again..."
But if he, King Xiaoyao, has the title of king, how can he really not have the title of king?
It's just that the King of Yan protects the northwest, the King of Chu controls the southern border, the King of Qin protects the eastern wilderness, and the emperor guards the country's gates, there is really no need for him to lead troops.
But this does not mean that his strength is really weaker than these thirty thousand.
Yan Shunhua was still smiling, but his eyes changed.
The enemy soldiers didn't notice and were still laughing and taunting him.
Yan Shunhua smiled faintly: "Since we went so well together, let's all stay!"
"Buzz——"
In an instant, the situation changes! (End of chapter)