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The Fang family is a scholarly family, and its inheritance is older than the other four families in Jiangcheng. Both Mr. Fang, the head of the Fang family, and Mrs. Fang are all obsessed with calligraphy and painting cultural relics.

Passed down from generation to generation, the Fang family has a lot of treasures.

Mrs. Fang even goes to Jiangcheng Museum once a week to view cultural relics.

In her words, the cultural relics are all alive, and you can hear their stories by listening quietly.

She stared at the painting, and her hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. She quickly called up the "Spring Mountain Birds Picture" on her mobile phone and compared it carefully.

I found that just as Fang Qinghan said, the painting method of the bird's tail can be said to be exactly the same!

Mrs. Fang couldn't help but take a breath.

Who is Princess Yongning?

That is a legend among legendary figures in the history of China!

This was the prince who was carefully cultivated by Ning Zhaozong and all the civil and military officials of the Ning Dynasty. Throughout the five thousand years of China's history, there was only such a princess.

She learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting from Han Yunsheng, the master of Emperor Daning, and learned how to govern the country from Shen Mingshu, the first female prime minister.

King Yan, the head of the four princes, is her brother, and King Qin, the only queen, is her best friend.

She herself is even more intelligent and unparalleled.

only……

Heaven is jealous of talents, and Heaven is jealous of beauty.

She still left too soon.

If Princess Yongning is still there, the Daning Dynasty will not only last for three hundred years, but it is not impossible that it will last for another thousand years.

"Of course not." Fang Qinghan laughed, "If this painting is of Princess Yongning, how could it be so new? She has been dead for three hundred years."

Mrs. Fang was stunned: "Yes, but the way the bird's tail is painted..."

"Mom, think about it, Princess Yongning's painting style is self-contained and is called the "Yongning School". There are many famous artists who have studied this school in later generations." Fang Qinghan said slowly, "One of them is He is the vice president of Yunjing Art and Culture Center, but this painting is even better than his, do you think it is worth three million?"

"It's worth it, it's worth it!" Mrs. Fang nodded heavily, "If you say so, he is probably a reclusive master who is not interested in fame and fortune, otherwise there would be no news about him in the calligraphy and painting world."

Fang Qingye scratched his head: "I don't understand, I don't understand at all."

He knows nothing about calligraphy and painting, he only knows about cars.

"You wouldn't just buy a painting and happily throw your sister away, right?" Mrs. Fang suddenly came back to her senses, "Xiaoya went out with you guys."

"What's missing? I got myself into a detention center." Fang Qingye lit a cigarette and recounted what happened today. "Administrative detention generally does not allow early release. What can we do?"

"This Sheng Yunyi!" Mrs. Fang was furious, "Is Xiaoya stupid? She didn't even know she was being used as a weapon?"

Fang Qingye shrugged: "I can't help it. Mom, it's not like you don't know that Xiaoya always likes to fight against injustice. I even suspect that Sheng Yunyi has bewitched Zhou Hechen and Xu Li. Tsk, I won't do that anyway."

"It's really..." Mrs. Fang pressed her temples, "I'm almost pissed off by you guys. And you, Fang Qingye, are just racing and causing trouble every day. Before Xiaoya comes out, please stay at home. , not allowed to go out."

"Mom!" Fang Qingye was in disbelief, "What does it have to do with me? I can't stop her. She grabbed my ears and hit me when she was a child. You should know."

Mrs. Fang just waved her hand and ignored him: "Qinghan, come with me to send this painting to the old man so that he can take a good look at it."

"Grandpa will be very happy." Fang Qinghan smiled.

Fang Qingye, who was completely ignored: "..."

He gritted his teeth.

Very good, he put this account on Zhou Hechen and Sheng Yunyi.

**

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the principal's office of Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School welcomed two guests today.

But at this moment, the principal of No. 7 Middle School was very confused: "You mean, you come to us as a psychological counselor?"

As students' burdens gradually increase, major universities, including primary and secondary schools, have begun to set up psychological counseling to relieve students' stress and depression.

"You heard me right, I work part-time as a psychological counselor. Here is my business card and my certificate." Rong Yu placed the prepared information on the table.

The principal of No. 7 Middle School took it and almost jumped up in shock when he saw the surname "Rong".

This niche surname is not ordinary, it represents the Yunjing Rong family!

He trembled and knocked over the cup on the table.

Yan Tingfeng, who was closing his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes.

His slender fingers tapped lightly in the air!

The cup that was about to fall to the ground was lifted up by an invisible force and returned to the table without even a drop of water in the cup being spilled.

The principal of No. 7 Middle School was so excited that he didn't notice this scene at all. He held Rong Yu's hand excitedly: "Mr. Rong, Mr. Rong, you... why did your big Buddha come to our place? Our place is really too shabby and old. Now, your salary may be 7%..."

He has also always wanted to build a psychological counseling room in the school to relieve students' stress, but the funds have been insufficient.

Several key teachers left last year, and the recruitment of new teachers cannot keep up.

There is actually a talented person who takes the initiative to come to No. 7 Middle School? !

He must be out of his mind, right?

The principal of No. 7 Middle School glanced at Rong Yu suspiciously and began to worry.

"The principal doesn't have to worry about funding. He doesn't need you to contribute the salary." Yan Tingfeng chuckled, "I also pay for the investment in the psychological consultation room."

Rong Yuxin said that he was really a miserable migrant worker.

How could he have such a good brother!

"Ah?" The principal of No. 7 Middle School was stunned.

Yan Tingfeng added: "I will donate six buildings to No. 7 Middle School and trouble No. 7 Middle School to set up a class of Shi Huasheng Group."

The principal of No. 7 Middle School was already confused. He said blankly: "Six, six, six, six...buildings?"

"Well, six buildings are a bit too few." Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly, "Can we add three more buildings, okay?"

The man's voice passed through my ears like a spring breeze, and suddenly turned into raindrops, falling down, sweet to the ear.

With a "bang", the principal of No. 7 Middle School fainted completely and hit his head on the table.

Rong Yu: "...you scared people into fainting!"

Since when did his brother have the hobby of donating properties?

Yan Tingfeng's expression was calm. He rubbed a jade plaque in his hand and said, "Wake up."

"I learned Taisu Meridian, not Taiyi Acupuncture. I don't know how to heal well..." Rong Yu muttered.

But he still stepped forward and pressed a few acupuncture points that he remembered.

After a while, the principal of No. 7 Middle School woke up leisurely, but the next second he jumped up in full swing.

He held his head and wailed: "It's over, it's over, I actually dreamed that someone wanted to donate nine buildings to our school. How could I have such a rebellious dream!"

"It's not a dream." Yan Tingfeng stretched out his hand, "Binghe, contract."

Binghe immediately handed over the prepared contract.

Yan Tingfeng said again: "Sign."

The principal of No. 7 Middle School stared blankly at the contract, his throat rolled, and he kept swallowing.

Seeing that he had not moved, Yan Tingfeng raised his eyes and smiled: "Do you want to refuse?"

The principal of No. 7 Middle School looked at him at a loss.

How could there be such a man, who handed out a big gift with a smile, but had such a tough tone?

It seemed that as long as the other party said "no", he would pull out a long sword from his clothes and chop off the other party's head.

Can you refuse this kind of tone?

If you refuse, you may not survive the next second!

"No, no, no, no!" The principal of No. 7 Middle School panicked. He held his head again, "I, am I still in a dream? Yes, in a dream, I must be dreaming, dreaming..."

Tiema stepped forward with a wink and pinched his thigh hard.

"Ouch!" The principal of No. 7 Middle School yelled out in pain.

He closed his eyes and opened them again. The donation contract was still in front of him. It was not an illusion.

A pen was thrust into his hand, and the principal of No. 7 Middle School signed his name tremblingly.

This is the ugliest word he has ever written, even when he was a primary school student.

"Very good, the deal is done." Yan Tingfeng stood up, "I hope your school will fulfill its promise. We will officially start work next week, Rongyu."

"Hmph, you are thinking of me now." Rong Yu followed him reluctantly and left the principal's office.

The door was closed, and the principal of No. 7 Middle School was still in a daze.

Including the dormitories, there are only six buildings in the entire No. 7 Middle School!

But now, someone directly donated nine buildings to them!

Not only that, No. 7 Middle School also got a psychological counselor for free.

The principal of No. 7 Middle School urgently drank a large sip of water and tried hard to calm his racing heart.

With so much wealth and honor, their No. 7 Middle School... is going to be prosperous!

**

In the afternoon, the Lin family's old house.

"Qinqin, do you want to eat lychees?" Mrs. Lin came out of the kitchen with a plate of crystal clear lychees. "Auntie has peeled them for you. Now is the season for eating lychees."

Lin Qin said slowly: "I don't like eating lychees."

Mrs. Lin's smile froze, but quickly returned to normal: "What kind of fruit does Qinqin like to eat? Auntie will buy it for you tomorrow."

"There are servants at home, so I don't need my second aunt to worry about it." Lin Qin refused them all, "I still want to practice the piano."

"Hey, Qinqin!" Mrs. Lin failed to keep Lin Qin and could only watch her go upstairs.

Mrs. Lin clenched her fingers tightly and placed the fruit plate heavily on the dining table.

A car horn sounded outside the door. Mrs. Lin turned her head and frowned when she saw Butler Lin walking in at night.

She didn't like her niece at all and didn't want to see her.

Ye Banglan did not say hello to Mrs. Lin. She listened to Lin Huaijin's words and pretended not to see her at all.

"Stop." Mrs. Lin said coldly, "Is it polite not to scream when you see your elders?"

Ye Banglan took out a wooden hairpin to pull up her hair, leaned on the sofa, and took out her mobile phone.

"I heard that you want to go to No. 1 Middle School? But you didn't get in. Do you want to ask your grandma to help you go through the back door?" Mrs. Lin's voice was light, "I'm from here. Let me remind you that with your ability, going to No. 1 Middle School is a waste of resources. Lin Huaijin Have you never been taught this principle?"

Hearing Lin Huaijin's name, Ye Banlan finally raised his head, his eyes calm: "Who told you that I'm going to No. 1 Middle School?"

Update 4~ Dear babies, you have been waiting for a long time~

Keep asking for votes for Sister Lan!

After being put on the shelves, the update time will still be at 8:30 in the morning~

Regular readers all know that my arm has never been in good condition, and it has gotten worse this year, but I will definitely do more if I can, and I will ensure quality before quantity~

Why do you say that Sister Lan’s book is a pseudo-group portrait novel? There will be many historical figures appearing in this book! This chapter has a lot of foreshadowing and crazy hints.

See you tomorrow~