Chapter 307: 307 Poetry Sage Fu Guang and Princess Yongning! [1 more update] Chapter 307: 307 Poetry Sage Fu Guang and Princess Yongning! [1 more update] This entry once released, the online buzz instantly climbed to the top and turned red.
[Fu Guang’s new poem???]
[I really adore Fu Guang’s poetry so much, delicate yet forthright and bold, it rolls off the tongue when reading, and it’s not that difficult to morize.]
[Heaven envies talent, heaven envies beauty, perhaps Fu Guang was just an immortal who ca to visit the human world from heaven, after leaving behind countless treasures of ink, they returned to the skies.]
[It has been so long since a new poem by Fu Guang appeared, could this be a staged act? I now suspect even the appearance of the Sword Saint’s Sword was deliberate by the production crew, otherwise how could things not unearthed by professional archaeological teams for decades be discovered ti and again by the production crew?]
The official Weibo of “Treasures of The Divine Land” released a picture of the scroll found by Rong Qi, featuring a seven-character regulated verse poem.
The na of this seven-word verse is also very simple— “Gift for the Princess”.
Fu Guang’s handwriting is very distinctive and hard to imitate, creating a style of its own, together with Han Yunsheng’s, they are jointly known as “Cold Tendons with Bones”.
Those familiar with Fu Guang’s calligraphy could easily determine whether the handwriting on the scroll was Fu Guang’s.
Deeply etched, the pen full of vigour and the ink rich.
Apart from Fu Guang, who else could write it?
Also, this seven-word verse carries the unique style of Fu Guang, and no second person could possibly write it.
[You try staging one for to see? If it really is a staged act it doesn’t matter, whoever could write this poem is a genius!]
[Oh my goodness, it’s a poem written for Princess Yongning, let’s toast to the everlasting friendship between them.]
[I deeply doubt that the production crew is actually filming a show; they seem to be conducting an archaeological project, otherwise, how could they have discovered so many rare items?!]
[Could it be that the production team has so kind of detector? Like one in video gas, that finds everything precisely.]
This news soon pushed the popularity of Cangshu Pavilion’s video down, with no one concerned about what exactly happened in the Cangshu Pavilion.
The production team also put all the unpleasantness that occurred in the Cangshu Pavilion behind them, everyone gathered around the table, carefully examining this century-old scroll.
“It’s all thanks to Miss Ye’s ticulousness, first at the doorway on the stone, where she found a few tiny characters confirming these were left by Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng.” The director nodded repeatedly, “Then deduced that the present-day Cangshu Pavilion was once the place where Princess Yongning practiced her calligraphy, which led us to Fu Guang’s new poem.”
He could also count himself as one of the witnesses, sothing he could boast about to his old friends for a lifeti!
“However, Fengyuan Museum has already contacted us, saying that after the filming is over, the scroll can be placed in the museum for preservation,” the director said again. “Miss Ye, what do you think?”
Ye Wanlan nodded, smiling faintly: “Cultural relics should go where they ought to be, otherwise how can they reflect their historical and artistic value?”
“With Miss Ye around, maybe by the ti we leave Fengyuan, we’ll have filled up Fengyuan Museum too,” the assistant director couldn’t resist joking, “The archaeological team stationed at the Headquarters of Heavenly Sound Sect just sent a ssage saying they’ve uncovered quite a few new historical sites.”
“We can’t go to the Cangshu Pavilion anymore, but Miss Ye is right, filming the appearance of Fu Guang’s new poem is even more exciting,” the director clapped his hands, “Could the actors from the performance group please take your positions, and the cara crew get ready.”
Shen Yeqiu and Xu Qingyu, two veteran actors, had already changed into their costus, and because the script had been changed at the last minute, they were still reviewing their lines and the background story.
“Treasures of The Divine Land” adopts a combination of ancient and modern thods, filming each segnt of history.
The first segnt has the actors responsible for performing the history of the past, then the cara switches to a century later in the modern day, where Professor Shen, Professor Li, and Ye Wanlan representing the Scholastic Group continue to narrate that piece of history.
By doing so, even serious historical facts could be maximized for entertainnt.
While the production team was recording the new episode, at this very mont, in Cangshu Pavilion, Fu Qiao was practicing her calligraphy in the courtyard.
Aside from a desk and stationery, there was also a large water tank, its water already dyed black by the ink.
Scattered under Fu Qiao’s feet were sheets of Xuan paper.
The more she wrote, the more dissatisfied she felt.
“Qiaoqiao!” a voice called out, and a girl with a backpack on her back walked in, “Qiaoqiao, you’re practicing calligraphy again, your writing is already very good, take a break.”
“No, it’s still far from good enough,” Fu Qiao shook her head and sighed, “Since I was young, I have been practicing Fu Style, but unfortunately, I can only mimic it to a seventy percent likeness, the essence is sothing I just can’t learn.”
“After all, that’s Fu Guang we’re talking about, the first female poet, unmatched in the past and with no successors to co.” The girl comforted her, “I saw on the news today that the ‘Treasures of The Divine Land’ production team discovered a new poem by Fu Guang.”
“Them?” Fu Qiao’s expression cooled, “I despise those who keep shooting around historical subjects as gimmicks the most; they have no respect for history!”
She would never allow these people from the entertainnt industry to insult history.
“But Qiaoqiao, do you know where the Treasures of The Divine Land crew discovered the new Fu Guang poem?” the girl asked excitedly. “Right at your doorstep!”
Miss Fu Qiao’s eyebrows knitted together, and her tone suddenly rose, “What? At my doorstep?”
She had lived here for twenty years and had never discovered a new poem by Fu Guang.
Her surna did indeed co from Fu Guang, only because she was taken in and raised by her grandfather, and thus she bore his surna.
Being able to share a surna with the Poetry Sage Fu Guang was also her pride.
“Yes.” The girl took out her phone, pulled up a photo for comparison, “Look at this big tree, isn’t it the old one right in front of your house? Ah, how could it have been discovered by the crew first, so strange…”
Upon seeing the photo, Miss Fu Qiao’s anger surged instantly, “Are they doing this on purpose? After I found out they wanted to damage the relic and kicked them out of Cangshu Pavilion, they now dig around at my doorstep?”
The girl was taken aback. She opened her mouth but didn’t say the words: “But Qiaoqiao, the land outside the door is public property.”
“Uncle Liu.” Miss Fu Qiao imdiately put down her pen and went to find the middle-aged man, “Where is the crew? Have them co here and explain to and my grandfather!”
The new poem by Fu Guang must also stay in Cangshu Pavilion.
**
At 5:30 in the afternoon, the sun began to set, and the splendid evening glow filled half the sky.
Where water t sky, the golden sunlight rged into the expanse of water, like a field of poured gold.
Ye Wanlan and Yan Tingfeng were walking along the base of the city wall, and before long, they arrived by the side of the lake again.
The old man they had t before was still sitting by the stone table, with a new chessboard set out in front of him.
Ye Wanlan approached, her gaze landing on the chessboard, and her eyebrows lifted slightly, “This endga…”
“Oh?” The old man saw her expression and couldn’t help but express his surprise, “Could it be that Friend Ye has seen this endga before?”
“Mhm.” Ye Wanlan nodded slightly, “I just saw this endga at the Book Cottage this morning, so it left a deep impression.”
“No wonder, no wonder.” The old man stroked his beard, smiling, “Sotis I also like to set up an endga in the courtyard, but without Miss Ye, this endga is indeed difficult to solve.”
Ye Wanlan sat across from the old man and smiled, “Then I must humbly comply and help you continue solving the endga.”
The old man was delighted, “With Friend Ye here, playing chess in recent tis hasn’t been so dull.”
What a pity that his granddaughter showed no talent for chess, let alone solving the endgas left by ancient Chess Masters.
The first ti he t Ye Wanlan, he felt a great affinity with the young lady.
“My friend is also quite good at chess.” Ye Wanlan looked towards Tingfeng, her eyebrows lifting again, “If you ever find dull, he can also keep you company.”
The old man laughed heartily, “Good, good, good.”
anwhile, at the sa ti, the director and Producer Liu were invited to the Cangshu Pavilion by a middle-aged man.
Before they arrived, both thought that Miss Fu Qiao had changed her mind and allowed them to continue filming in Cangshu Pavilion.
Who knew that as soon as they t, Miss Fu Qiao brazenly demanded they hand over the new Fu Guang poem to her.
“Miss Fu Qiao, this relic was discovered by the crew and we plan to donate it to Fengyuan Museum,” Producer Liu frowned, “It has nothing to do with the Book Cottage, moreover, this place wasn’t your Book Cottage in the past either.”
“No matter whose turf this was in the past, it’s our family’s Book Cottage now,” Miss Fu Qiao argued forcefully, “Whatever is discovered at the Book Cottage, then it belongs to the Book Cottage!”
The director, infuriated by her shaless words to the extre, completely cooled his deanor, “Miss Fu Qiao, we didn’t need your permission to shoot here. You evicted us without any understanding and now you want to seize the relic by force?”
“But you found it at my house, and you dug up the big tree at my doorstep,” Miss Fu Qiao said coldly, “You were the ones who were disrespectful first!”
“What’s all this noise?” A leisurely voice sounded from outside the door, commanding without anger.
All sounds halted at once.
The director and Producer Liu turned to look and saw an old man wearing a mandarin jacket.
“Grandfather, you’re finally back.” Miss Fu Qiao imdiately rushed forward, embracing the old man’s arm, “Grandfather, how could you agree to let them film here? And to take our things away too!”
After speaking, Miss Fu Qiao lifted her head and locked eyes with Ye Wanlan, who stood behind her grandfather.
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