Chapter 550
: The property is returned to its original owner. Sister Lan is in control! [2 more]
Chapter 550: The property is returned to its original owner. Sister Lan is in control! [2 more]
After the internal work was almost handed over, the Calligraphy Association’s official website issued a second notice.
The announcement revised the results of today's Youth Calligraphy Competition and returned the first place to Ye Wanlan.
In addition, pictures of Ye Wanlan and Fu Qiao's works are attached after the text.
But in fact, even without pictures, the live broadcast retained the clips.
"By the way, Ms. Fu Qiao, the association still needs you to return the championship trophy." The other party continued, "Correspondingly, we will give you the runner-up trophy and other prizes in due time. You..."
"Oh!"
Fu Qiao threw the phone away, holding his head and screaming.
Can an award that has already been announced be revoked?
Moreover, it was her grandfather who personally went to the calligraphy association to make the decision? !
For Ye Wanlan, her grandfather even fired the president of the association?
Fu Qiao just didn't want to believe that Mr. Fu could be so biased!
She is his granddaughter, Ye Wanlan is just an outsider!
Mr. Fu and Ye Wanlan have only known each other for more than half a year, but they have already made a big fuss over her in the Calligraphy Association. So what will happen in the future?
Fu Qiao's eyes suddenly dimmed, and her fingers clenched little by little.
She would never allow things to get out of her control.
Everything that belongs to Mr. Fu can only be hers!
**
On the other side, the Xiang family.
"I gave you the Xuantian Jade at the risk of being disrespectful." Xiang Shaoyu complained, "You should at least give me some benefits, right?"
Yan Tingfeng narrowed his eyes nonchalantly: "Okay, I'll do you a favor."
"Really?" Xiang Shaoyu was slightly stunned, "You are so kind and generous?"
Yan Tingfeng looked at the blue-purple jade in his palm. This color was very rare, so it was crystal clear without a trace of impurities.
Carving a jade pendant with this Xuantian jade is indeed the best birthday gift.
He had practiced with a few pieces of jade before, but Xuantian Jade was harder than ordinary jade and required deeper internal strength.
Yan Tingfeng put away the Xuantian Jade and said slowly, "Really."
"That's about right." Xiang Shaoyu nodded, "Okay, you can go now. Don't let anyone else find out."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Tingfeng had already stepped onto the eaves.
Under the black clothes, the man with long silver hair turned his head slightly, and the moonlight cast a layer of silver on his facial contours, making him look even more desolate.
The next second, he disappeared from where he was.
Xiang Shaoyu still looked up at the sky.
At this time, the head of the Xiang family quietly appeared from behind him and suddenly spoke in his ear: "Tell me, what did you export?"
"Dad, could you please not approach me from behind?" Xiang Shaoyu took a deep breath. "Luckily I heard your breathing a long time ago. What if I mistook you for an enemy?"
"Oh? You heard my breathing a long time ago?" Patriarch Xiang seemed to be thinking about something. "It seems that your skills have not fallen behind in the past year. Not bad."
Xiang Shaoyu sighed: "After Huo Yunyi came back, he always wanted to drag me into a fight. If I don't speed up, what if he beats me up?"
"The internal strength of my Xiang family is no worse than the spear skills of his Shen Ce Army." The head of the Xiang family glared, "If you get beaten up, just get out of the Xiang family."
Xiang Shaoyu: "..."
This is my biological father.
"Don't change the subject. What on earth did you export?" Patriarch Xiang looked at him suspiciously. "Anything is fine, but Xuantian Jade is not."
Xiang Shaoyu again: "..."
The head of the Xiang family's eyes widened: "You kid... you kid really exported the Xuantian Jade?"
No one knows more than his father. As soon as he saw Xiang Shaoyu's expression, he knew that he was right.
"Dad, I never thought I would lose." Xiang Shaoyu raised his hands in surrender, "You know, I can't beat Brother Yan either."
"You little brat!" The head of the Xiang family was very disappointed. "The Xuantian Jade was passed down from our ancestors, but it was a precious jade that Emperor Zhaozong accidentally got. It was originally intended to be made into a jade talisman and given to Princess Yongning!"
But before the precious jade could be carved, Princess Yongning passed away.
Xiang Shaoyu was helpless: "How could I not know this? But if I lose, I lose."
"That won't work either!" Patriarch Xiang was furious. "If those old-timers in the elders knew about this, they would definitely skin you alive!"
Xiang Shaoyu lowered his head: "I understand. I'll try to get it back, but this jade is useless in our hands. Maybe..." Xuantian Jade has a very famous name. It can be collected by Emperor Zhaozong, so it is of course a treasure.
But the more spiritual the jade is, the more it recognizes its master, and it needs a specific person to nourish it.
Otherwise, in the hands of other people, it would just be an ordinary piece of jade.
"That makes some sense." Patriarch Xiang frowned, "Then I'll help you cover the elders first, and you should solve this matter as soon as possible!"
**
After leaving the Xiang family, Yan Tingfeng returned to the Lin family's house.
The Rong family's supreme elder said that Ye Wanlan was the person in the prophecy, and like Princess Yongning, he could save China from disaster.
Then this Xuantian Jade may be able to play its true role in Ye Wanlan's hands.
Legend has it that Xuantian Jade has the power to change fate, but legends are just legends and no one can prove its authenticity.
Yan Tingfeng went to the third floor and called out, "Uncle."
“Ah?!” Lin Huaijin, who was concentrating on thinking, jumped up in shock, like a cat in the air, “You, you, you scared me to death, why are you walking without making any sound?”
"Sorry." Yan Tingfeng coughed lightly, "Maybe I've been used to it since I was a child, so I always walk very lightly."
"Alas, you have suffered a lot." Lin Huaijin also learned from Rong Yu that Yan Tingfeng's parents had both passed away and he was an orphan. He must have lived very cautiously since his childhood.
What a pitiful child.
Lin Huaijin's eyes were full of pity: "Why are you looking for me at this time? What's the matter?"
Yan Tingfeng thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Xiao Wan's birthday is coming up soon. I have never specially prepared a birthday for anyone before. Last year's coming-of-age ceremony was also prepared by you uncles, so I came to ask you for some experience."
“Experience?” Lin Huaijin thought for a moment and counted on his fingers, “Birthdays usually involve gatherings, going to amusement parks, parties, dances… It doesn’t seem like there’s anything special about it.”
Yan Tingfeng listened carefully and smiled: "I understand."
"By the way, Xiaoyan, when is your birthday?" Lin Huaijin asked with concern, "Have you ever celebrated your birthday before?"
"My birthday..." Yan Tingfeng was stunned.
He heard most of the things about his birth from other people.
In the past, he worshipped Xie Leyou as his teacher, and Xie Leyou told him this story.
It is said that he was born on the night of a blood moon.
Such strange phenomena in heaven and earth are considered to be ominous.
At that time, an elder of Tai Su Men said that babies born on the night of the blood moon have the star of destiny that signifies killing and should be eliminated as soon as possible.
But his parents were unwilling to give up on him, and instead took him with them on the run until they were brutally killed by the enemy.
And that day happened to be his birthday.
Yan Tingfeng's expression turned cold: "I don't celebrate my birthday, thank you for your kindness, uncle."
His eyelashes drooped and he walked away quickly.
At this time, Ye Wanlan was playing chess with himself in the garden.
After hearing the footsteps, she didn't turn around: "Listen, you've come just in time, sit down, it's a bit boring to play chess alone for a long time."
Yan Tingfeng sat down in front of her upon invitation, and suddenly asked a rather irrelevant question: "Xiao Wan, when do you think she will wait to make the move?"
Ye Wanlan knew what he was asking: "Be smart and do it now. This is Yunjing. She can find a way to shift the blame to someone else."
Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly: "For example, Yong Dongyue."
"Be a little stupid, then wait until we get back to Fengyuan." Ye Wanlan said calmly, "But in this way, she will be the only suspect."
Yan Tingfeng smiled even more deeply: "So Xiaowan thinks she is smarter or dumber?"
"Unfortunately, she is neither of the two." Ye Wanlan raised his hand and wrote a word on the chessboard, "But she will be anxious."
**
At this moment, Fu Qiao was apologizing to Grandpa Fu: "Grandpa, I'm sorry. After the award was given to me, I didn't look carefully at Miss Ye's work. I didn't know the Calligraphy Association would do this."
"Ah..." Mr. Fu shook his head and said nothing, "Go practice calligraphy."
Calligraphy does require talent, but once one is blinded by fame, wealth and power, the writing will gradually lose its spirit.
"Yes, Grandpa." Fu Qiao handed over a cup of tea respectfully, "Grandpa, please have some tea."
She stared at the old man and finished the cup of tea.
Thank you for your support, see you tomorrow~