When he heard that it was Yan Zhenqing's only copy, Lu Xiuyuan was really moved.
"Master?" Ye Xuefu smiled and handed another copybook to Lu Xiuyuan.
When Lu Xiuyuan was still hesitating, Tian Siyu suddenly rushed over and said smartly: "Master Lu, take a look. This is what Xue Fu has worked so hard to get. It is much better than some people who can only use their mouths."
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Naturally, some people are talking about Ye Ranran and Qian Duoduo.
Ye Ranran was too lazy to argue with her, but having too much money was not enough.
She thought of the copybooks at home, gritted her teeth, pulled Ye Ranran close to her, tilted her head and sneered: "It's just Yan Zhenqing's only copy, nothing to be proud of."
"Huh! You're so ridiculous. You two are really rubes. Who doesn't know that Yan Zhenqing is the most accomplished calligrapher, and his copybooks are worth a fortune!" Tian Siyu said and glanced at Ye Ranran.
"That's right, Yan Zhenqing is the earliest calligrapher. Who is Master Lu's favorite?"
Women from several TV stations also echoed.
At this moment, the students in the hall and Murong Yuzhou looked at Tian Siyu and the people in Huacheng as if they were mentally retarded.
Yan Zhenqing is the earliest calligrapher?
Sure enough, it's scary when people are ignorant, and they can make other people laugh out loud at any time.
Tian Siyu didn't notice the gazes around her at all. She continued to provoke Ye Ranran, "I think you are just jealous of Xue Fu!"
Ye Ranran smiled and said nothing.
"By the way, Ye Daxinxing, didn't you just say that you could take out the copybook? Where are the things? Don't hide them, let us open our eyes!" Tian Siyu became even more arrogant when Ye Ranran didn't speak.
"Siyu." Ye Xuefu pretended to be angry at Tian Siyu, shook her head and said: "I am giving a gift to Master, please don't make trouble."
"I'm not causing trouble, I just want to let some people see the difference clearly." Tian Siyu said, and smiled flatteringly at Lu Xiuyuan: "Master Lu, Yan Zhenqing's copybook is the best in the world, please accept it quickly.
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"Pfft... Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy is the best in the world?" Qian Duoduo smiled.
Tian Siyu glanced at Qian Duoduo and said angrily: "Of course it is, otherwise why would Master Lu never forget it? You and Ye Ranran are just bumpkin and don't understand anything!"
"Country bumpkin?" Qian Duoduo shook his head and looked at Ye Ranran, "Honey, who do you think is the best in the history of calligraphy?"
Ye Ranran lowered her eyes and thought for a moment after hearing this. Different critics have different evaluation standards. It is actually not easy to rank the deceased calligraphers.
But overall, Yan Zhenqing is indeed not the best.
Ye Ranran considered the words for a moment, and then said: "As far as I know, Wang Xizhi has greater status and influence than Yan Zhenqing, and is more important to future generations."
As soon as these words came out, Tian Siyu started to laugh again, "Are you kidding? Is there a person like Wang Xizhi in the history of calligraphy? You really don't know how to pretend to understand!"
At the moment, not only Lu Xiuyuan and the students, but also Ye Xuefu and Shao Jingxuan were looking at Tian Siyu as if they were mentally retarded.
The name Wang Xizhi appears in Chinese textbooks. She dared to say that there was no such person. It was really embarrassing.
After Tian Siyu finished laughing, she realized that everyone was looking at her wrongly, and vaguely realized that she had made a mistake. She pursed her lips and quickly changed her expression, "Okay, even if Ye Ranran is right, can she come up with a better copybook?"
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If you can’t get it out, it’s not useless, he’s just a fool who only knows how to talk!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Murong Yuzhou, who had been silent until now, walked over with a smile on her face, "Who said Miss Ye Ranran can't come up with a better copybook?"
Hearing this, Tian Siyu folded her arms and laughed, "Mr. Murong, didn't you see that she looked so poor? It's damning if she can show it!"
Murong Yuzhou shook his head and sneered, not wanting to argue with her, but turned to look at Ye Ranran, "I was interrupted just now, now continue to open the gifts."
His loud voice echoed around the library building, attracting everyone's attention.
Especially Lu Xiuyuan.
When his eyes fell on the golden nanmu box, it shone faintly.
Ye Ranran looked at the box, frowning and thinking, Murong Yuzhou personally gave the gift, and the items inside would definitely be expensive. If she refused, she would miss the opportunity to slap Ye Xuefu in the face...
She is not an angel. How could she let go of the opportunity that should be taken advantage of?
So, Ye Ranran nodded and smiled, and then said, "Thank you, Mr. Murong."
"You're welcome, it's my honor to serve this beautiful and distinguished lady." Murong Yuzhou curled her lips, and her already good-looking face was even more breathtaking at this moment.
Ye Ranran curled her lips, returned the same warm smile, and opened the copper lock on the box.
The next second, the students standing behind Ye Ranran were boiling.
"I...my titanium alloy dog is blind. This is "Lanting Preface"!"
"There is no original copy of "Lanting Preface" and only a Tang copy exists. This is a priceless treasure in the collection world!"
When he heard that it was "Lanting Preface", Lu Xiuyuan's eyes widened. He couldn't help but move closer. Just glancing at the cover made his blood boil, as if he had eaten a fairy fruit.
"This...this..." Lu Xiuyuan was so excited that he couldn't speak.
Murong Yuzhou ignored Lu Xiuyuan's reaction and said with a smile: "There are two books by Wang Xianzhi inside, both for you."
And Wang Xianzhi’s?
Lu Xiuyuan was almost drooling. When he looked at Ye Ranran at this moment, he suddenly felt that face was not important anymore.
To apologize, he must apologize first!
"Ye Ranran, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have misunderstood you!" Lu Xiuyuan's voice was as loud as a bell.
Everyone was stunned for ten seconds.
"When Lu Xiuyuan apologized to Ye Ranran, does that mean he admitted that Ye Xuefu destroyed something?" Someone said something, and everyone's attention returned to Ye Xuefu.
Ye Xuefu, who was just about to use the original copy of Yan Zhenqing's copybook to save face, suddenly froze on the spot, as if her strength had been taken away, and the copybook in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
She no longer wanted to stay here, she was very scared, and the next slap in the face became even more violent.
Ye Ranran narrowed her eyes slightly, indeed a little surprised.
Lu Xiuyuan actually apologized.
However, this was not the end. Just as Lu Xiuyuan was waiting for Ye Ranran's answer, a panting young man suddenly appeared in the hall.
He was wearing glasses, holding a few books in his hands, sweating on his forehead, and rushed over to see Lu Xiuyuan first, "Master, I'm out of seclusion!"
Lu Xiuyuan looked at his eldest disciple and nodded, "Yes."
Liu Chengan saw that his master seemed to be not very interested, so he adjusted the frame of the mirror, turned around and looked around.
After his eyes fell on a person, he excitedly grabbed Lu Xiuyuan's hand and said, "Master, Miss Ye Xuefu is here too. Has she agreed to become a disciple?"
Lu Xiuyuan's face darkened and he didn't say a word.
When Liu Cheng'an saw this, he felt suspicious. He looked at his master and then looked over there. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief and walked over with a smile.
"Miss Ye Xuefu, you really don't want to become a disciple?" Liu Chengan looked at Ye Ranran.