Chapter 162 The Princess and the Host’s Past, a God-Level Painting!

Chapter 162 The Princess and the OP's Past, God-level Paintings! [Update 2]

The Jianghu is full of revenge, and everything is resolved with fists and feet.

Whoever has the best martial arts skills can sit in the position of the leader of the martial arts world.

So after seeing his parents die tragically in front of him at the age of three, he picked up the knife in his hand and started the road of killing.

Whoever is not convinced, he will be beaten until he can no longer think of resisting.

But there are many shackles in the court. You have to think long-term and plan carefully. When you are in a high position, even a small thing will be magnified to the maximum.

Not to mention, Princess Yongning got the position of crown prince as a woman.

Although there was a precedent of women entering the government before the Ning Dynasty, and the Ning Dynasty even had a female prime minister Shen Mingshu, it is true that there has never been a daughter directly appointed as the heir to the East Palace.

At the beginning, she also faced a lot of pressure from the people. During that time, everyone around him was discussing Princess Yongning.

Some people said that it was difficult for women to become great talents, and some people said that women would only confuse the country since ancient times. These people scolded Ning Zhaozong for establishing Princess Yongning instead of the King of Yan.

He did not comment on this, because many things can only be seen after a period of time.

And sure enough, Princess Yongning then sat in Fengyuan and helped the King of Qin win three wars.

She improved the land of Yancheng, making the northwest suitable for living.

She also traveled thousands of miles to Penglai Mountain and brought back the cultivation technology of medicinal materials...

This happened in just eight months. Later, her actions and hard work proved that she was worthy of this position.

The King of Yan also said that he would not sit on the throne, but would only help Princess Yongning stabilize the throne.

He also tried to put himself in the position of Princess Yongning, but after thinking about it from another perspective, he found that he was indeed not as good as her.

Princess Yongning is a talent for governing the world, and no one can refute this.

"Did the real master say this? Did the owner of Shenxiao Tower say this?" Rong Yu was stunned, and then rejected it, "Impossible, absolutely not. If he said it, it must be recorded in history books. If it is not recorded, how do you know it?"

Yan Tingfeng said nonchalantly: "Yes, how can I know it."

"You must have made it up!" Rong Yu snorted, "I know that you, the toxic fans of historical figures, will be overwhelmed by your love. I tell you, unless they fight in front of me, I can judge who is more powerful."

Yan Tingfeng said lightly: "I do want to."

He also thought that if Princess Yongning had a body that could condense internal strength, I am afraid that there would be legends about her in the world.

She and King Yan are brothers from the same mother, but she has always been as good as King Yan.

It's a pity that he has never fought with King Yan. I don't know whether his knife is fast or King Yan's sword is sharp, which has become a pity.

It's just that life is made up of regrets.

Rong Yu saw Yan Tingfeng walking out: "Hey, where are you going?"

"Miss Ye hasn't eaten yet. I'm afraid she will finish her work first." Yan Tingfeng tilted his head slightly, "I'll go out and buy her some food."

Since there are regrets in the past, then of course we have to spend the present well.

**

Inside the room, Cheng Qingli happily posted what Ye Wanlan said on the Internet.

As expected, the other party had nothing to say and even came to add her as a friend.

He said that she was broad-minded and he was the only one who could compare. He admitted that Princess Yongning was also very powerful.

He also said that both sides liked history so much, so why not make friends and learn from each other in the future.

This made Cheng Qingli very happy: "Sister Lan, it's amazing. You turned enemies into friends without bloodshed. I want to learn more from you."

"Well, okay." Ye Wanlan took out a scroll and spread it out, and took out the pen and ink.

"Sister Lan, what are you going to paint?" Cheng Qingli knew that she was going to participate in the youth group of the international painting competition. "For you, the preliminary round should not be difficult, just paint casually."

"Yes, but you can't paint casually." Ye Wanlan picked up the pen and said lightly, "Every painting of mine that appears in front of the public must have meaning."

Cultural revival is urgent.

She can't make any mistakes in every move, even if it costs a lot.

"How about painting Fengyuan City?" Cheng Qingli thought for a while, "Fengyuan is a thousand-year-old ancient capital. Both the Shun and Yong dynasties had their capitals here. After the palace turmoil, Ning Zhaozong said 'the emperor guards the national gate' and moved the capital back to Fengyuan. Today, Fengyuan is a tourist city. Although it has entered the modern society, it has not yet recovered to its world's No. 1 strength a hundred years ago."

"Okay." Ye Wanlan suddenly said, "I know how to paint."

"Huh?" Cheng Qingli was even happier, "Did I bring inspiration to Sister Lan?"

Ye Wanlan smiled faintly: "Yes, thanks to you, otherwise I would not know how to compose the picture."

Cheng Qingli watched Ye Wanlan put pen to paper. After a while, she found that Ye Wanlan's painting was not like that of other painters. He painted the prosperous and colorful Fengyuan City a hundred years ago.

The painting was divided into three equal areas by Ye Wanlan. The first part was the Fengyuan City that was prosperous and peaceful during the Yuan Night, and the second part was the Fengyuan City that was occupied by foreign troops and corpses were everywhere.

The third part is the rebuilt Fengyuan City with tall buildings.

These three parts seem independent, but they form a perfect whole.

When the last stroke of the painting was completed, Cheng Qingli was speechless. She stared at the painting on the table as if she had seen a ghost: "Lan, Sister Lan, you you you..."

This is no longer just a simple painting, it is history.

The history of China from glory to trough and then to revival and rise.

Through this painting, we can see the blood of countless martyrs and the efforts of countless descendants.

Ye Wanlan put down the brush, took a step back, and nodded slightly: "It's okay, it won't be thrown into the trash can."

"What? Trash can?!" Cheng Qingli jumped up, "Who dares to do this, I won't allow it!"

Ye Wanlan raised his eyebrows: "Don't be nervous, I think this one is good, what do you think?"

"How can it be called good?" Cheng Qingli was furious, "This is simply unique and unparalleled in the world, this painting should only exist in heaven!"

"Don't praise me like that, I will also be proud." After Ye Wanlan dried the ink, he rolled up the scroll and put it in the box, "Just take it to President Tao tomorrow."

Cheng Qingli hesitated: "Sister Lan, I think you might scare him."

Ye Wanlan paused: "Well, I don't think so, but since you mentioned it, you have to be a little prepared."

Before looking at the painting, let President Tao drink a cup of tea to calm his mind.

**

Evening, Lin's old house.

During today's dinner, many people in the Lin family were obviously absent-minded.

Lin Qin and Lin Wuyu were wondering if there was really something wrong with the world, while Mrs. Lin couldn't find an opportunity to take action.

Only Lin Huaijin ate the most delicious food and didn't realize that there was anything wrong with the atmosphere.

After dinner, Lin Weilan called Ye Wanlan into the study.

"Did you scare your aunt and cousin today?"

"No way." Ye Wanlan sat down next to Lin Weilan slowly and took a piece of dessert, "Just to help aunt and cousin build a strong mentality, they will always come into contact with it in the future."

Lin Weilan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sighed again: "I have always not wanted Qinqin to learn the Heavenly Music Method, because although the Heavenly Music Method is powerful, it will also hurt the body. If the basic performance foundation is not well laid, learning the Heavenly Music Method will only be counterproductive."

"I know grandma's painstaking efforts, but sooner or later we will return to our family and have to face many people." Ye Wanlan looked at her seriously, "So I promise you that my cousin will not be backlashed by the Heavenly Music Method."

Lin Weilan was stunned.

As the descendants of Tianyinfang, the Lin family's inheritance is actually better than that of the Su family, which is the descendants of Taiyi Palace, but the Heavenly Music Method is still a fragment, lacking the most critical thing.

That is to ensure that women who learn the Heavenly Music Method will not suffer backlash.

Perhaps the elders of the Lin family have mastered this technology, but she really doesn't know it.

Then how could her granddaughter...

Lin Weilan seemed to have thought of something, and there was a little more inquiry in her eyes.

"Grandma, all you have to do is take care of your body." Ye Wanlan patted her shoulders, "As long as your body is well, I will be relieved."

Lin Weilan was startled again, and then smiled: "Okay, grandma promises you."

But her body...

With the Rong family's divination, she knew that she would never get well.

But now that Ye Wanlan is here, she can rest assured after a hundred years.

**

The next day, morning.

Jiangcheng Art Association.

President Tao is meeting a guest from the Global Center.

"Mr. Tao, let me introduce you, this is Mr. El, who works at the World Intangible Cultural Heritage Center." The middle-aged man said, "In the future, our cooperation with the Jiangcheng Art Association will also be in charge of Mr. El."

El nodded lightly without saying too much.

At this time, the assistant came in and whispered a few words in President Tao's ear:

President Tao's eyes lit up and he jumped up: "The painting is here? Let her in!"

"What kind of painting can make Mr. Tao so excited?" El finally spoke, "Why don't we take a look?"

Nowadays, Western paintings are the world, and Chinese paintings in China have long been out of date.

If it weren't for the request of the superiors, he would not bother to come here to discuss cooperation.

The assistant led Ye Wanlan in.

"Did you finish the painting so quickly? You don't even take a rest." President Tao greeted him personally, "Let me take a look."

Ye Wanlan said, "President, have a cup of tea first."

"Why do you want tea?" President Tao was very surprised, "I'm not thirsty, I can drink it later."

"Drinking tea is to stabilize your mind." Ye Wanlan said, "Looking at paintings is risky, I think you still need to be careful."

"Ah?" President Tao was stunned and his hands began to tremble.

Could it be that this painting would scare him?

President Tao was not afraid at all, patting his chest and saying, "Wanlan, don't worry, I've seen a lot of storms and waves, nothing will scare me, let's just look at the paintings."

"I've never heard of any risks in looking at paintings." Mr. El sneered, "A painting needs to be mysterious, how bad can the painting be?"

See you tomorrow~~