My past life exposure shocked the entire internet

The fan blade of this Liuyun fan is indeed not made of paper.

Instead, it is made of sharp golden silk and a metal called soft cloud iron.

The former is the silk spit out by the golden silkworm, which can be burned by fire and washed 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 for attack and defense, and the fan blade and fan bones are exquisitely made. It is also a great accessory, so it is something Yan Shunhua never leaves.

Yan Shunhua knew that she and Fu Guang were close friends, and she specifically asked her to ask Fu Guang to write a poem on this Liuyun fan.

The poem on the right side of the fan was written by Fu Guang for Yan Shunhua.

Although there is no signature, as long as you have studied Futi, you will know who wrote this poem.

Sure enough, a student blurted out: "Futi! This is a poem written by Fu Guang. Could it be that the owner of this fan is Fu Guang?"

Chinese studies are a required subject at Shenzhou University, and many of Fu Guang's poems are listed among them, so the students know her well.

"Yes, this poem was indeed written by Fu Guang, but this fan does not belong to Fu Guang." The female professor said, "There is a word 'Yan' on the handle of this fan."

The girl lost her voice: "King Xiaoyao?!"

Among the four kings, only King Xiaoyao is not famous for his good fighting skills, but for his stunning face and outstanding piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Romantic things are often the most popular things.

Therefore, Yan Shunhua also has a large number of fans in later generations.

"According to our archaeological experts, this is the personal belongings of King Xiaoyao Yan Shunhua." The female professor nodded, "This fan is also very much in line with his preferences. Experts further speculate that he was able to get Fu Guang to write a poem, and he also took the path of Princess Yongning."

Ye Wanlan's eyelashes drooped and sneered lightly.

The Global Center has indeed done a lot of research on Shenzhou, but why did Yan Shunhua's Liuyun fan appear here?

It seems that the battle of ten thousand troops three hundred years ago was indeed the work of the Global Center.

"Please come forward and watch one by one." The female professor said again, "If you have any questions, you can ask them on the spot, but remember that the cultural relics are precious and you must not touch them with your hands."

The students were all excited.

It is extremely lucky and rare to be able to watch cultural relics of great historical value so closely.

"Wanlan, is there really no way for us to bring the Liuyun fan back to Shenzhou?" The girl gritted her teeth, "They are just a group of robbers!"

Ye Wanlan said nothing. She followed the other students and got closer and closer to the Liuyun fan.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, it was indeed impossible for her to take the Liuyun Fan away.

But it was easy to touch it.

Even the surveillance camera could not capture Ye Wanlan's fake moves.

And what she wanted was the fragments of the past history, the history that belonged to Yan Shunhua!

"Shua——"

The light in front of her eyes blurred, and when it became clearer, what came into view was a ruin.

Ye Wanlan instantly recognized that this was the second big city in Donghuang.

Since this is the scene now, the timeline is after Hua Yingyue died in battle.

"Everyone says that King Xiaoyao has a good appearance, which makes men and women in Shenzhou admire him madly." There was laughter coming from behind her, "Today, I saw that it is indeed well-deserved. It is obviously a man, but he gave birth to a girl's appearance, hahahahaha——"

This laughter contained a strong sarcasm, not a compliment, but a humiliation.

Ye Wanlan turned around slowly, and finally saw the initiator of three hundred years ago again.

Today, she can be sure that the place where this group of people is located has a more advanced civilization than the Ning Dynasty.

With their technological power, they can easily strike down the Ning Dynasty.

But I am afraid that due to some restrictions, they cannot use all their strength.

Opposite the 30,000 troops, there is only one person.

The man stood sideways, with yellow sand blowing on his face, but it was difficult to hide his peerless beauty.

Ning Zhaozong and the former queen were already peerless, and their children were naturally not bad.

The head of the four kings, Yan Wang Hejia, is the dream lover of many ladies.

Hejia has sharp facial features and cold contours, and is extremely aggressive and intimidating.

But Yan Shunhua was born like a woman, with a beautiful face. He was also good at dressing up as a woman to sing on the stage, and many people came to see him just to see him.

Yan Shunhua did not speak, and blood dripped down his fingers, dyeing the Liuyun fan into a deep red.

Ye Wanlan finally understood.

Why did she find that the golden silk was actually blood-red when she observed the Liuyun Fan just now? It turned out to be Yan Shunhua's blood.

At this moment, he was seriously injured.

But the prince was proud and would not allow him to bend.

Presumably, he rushed to the East Wilderness immediately after hearing the news.

Unfortunately, he was still late.

Yan Shunhua's expression was gloomy.

"General, he is an idle prince, and his kung fu is expected to be much worse than the other three kings." A deputy general said, "What's more, the King of Yan, the King of Chu and the King of Qin would rather die than surrender, and we didn't get the pleasure of humiliating them."

The enemy general nodded thoughtfully: "Yes."

These Shenzhou people are all hard bones, and they can't be broken even if they are beaten, which makes them feel very boring.

"General, before we came, didn't we bring that-" The deputy general gestured, "Isn't it just right to use it on him?"

"This..." The enemy general hesitated for a moment, "Before the troops were dispatched, the lord said that we were not allowed to use the technological power beyond the world's possession, I'm afraid it would bring disaster!"

The laws of the world are everywhere, and no one can violate them.

"My lord, it's just a moment." The deputy general advised again, "Don't you want to humiliate him properly?"

The enemy general pondered for a moment, and still responded: "That makes sense, come on!"

"Buzz--!"

A dazzling light shot out. Yan Shunhua was already seriously injured, and it was not easy to stand, so naturally he could not avoid it.

The next second, Ye Wanlan's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out: "Shunhua!"

Because under the cover of this light, Yan Shunhua's face actually aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only his face, but even his body, gradually became hunched from being tall and majestic.

In just a few seconds, his face, which was more beautiful than the courtesan of the Jiaofang Division, was covered with wrinkles, and his original appearance could no longer be seen.

This not only makes him old, but also directly robs him of his vitality!

People with internal strength have the ability to keep their youth, because whether it is the face, black hair or shiny skin, as long as the vitality is sufficient, they can be nourished all the time.

But once the vitality is lost, it is naturally impossible to maintain these.

"Hahaha, look at his ugly appearance, and Yan Shunhua, bah!"

"Take him to the riverside and let him take a good look at his appearance."

"I think it's better to hang him on the city wall and let his admirers come and see."

"Dare to come to Donghuang alone, he thinks he is the King of Qin, and he doesn't even have half a soldier under his command, shame..."

It seems that someone is playing a sad song in my ears, and countless voices are intertwined.

The sound of the piano is like crying and complaining, the sound of the flute is endless, and the mountains and rivers are crying.

The ears are full of shrillness and the eyes are full of devastation.

Ye Wanlan knows what this is.

It is the millions of dead bones of the Shenzhou Continent, and the injustice that cannot leave.

It is an inch of land and an inch of blood, and it is a hundred thousand soldiers and a hundred thousand souls.

It is also the fall of the Ning Dynasty that she wrote in the song "Shenzhou Wanxing".

"The beauty turned into flames and collapsed,

Drunk on the battlefield and never returned home,

Covered with shackles,

Bone broken into sand——"

Ye Wanlan's voice was very light, and he finally completed the lyrics of the King of Freedom: "The eyebrows and eyes will eventually wither and turn..."

So, it was like this.

How could Yan Shunhua not notice the changes in him.

"I look 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 disdain, "If you get old one day and have a wrinkle on your face, won't you be heartbroken? Don't let me coax you then."

Yan Shunhua lowered his head, and the wrinkles were not only on his face, but also on his hands.

He started to cough and spit out blood slowly: "It turns out that His Royal Highness the King of Qin was right again..."

But he, the King of Xiaoyao, has the title of a king, so how could he not have the power of a king?

It's just that the King of Yan protects the northwest, the King of Chu guards the southern border, the King of Qin protects the eastern wilderness, and the emperor guards the national gate. He really doesn't need to lead troops anymore.

But this doesn't mean that his strength is really weaker than these three thousand.

Yan Shunhua still smiled, but his eyes changed.

The enemy didn't notice and was still laughing and mocking him.

Yan Shunhua smiled faintly: "Since we came together, let's all stay!"

"Buzz——"

In an instant, the situation changed! (End of this chapter)