My past life exposure shocked the entire internet

After Mr. Fu Lao drank all the cup of tea, Fu Qiao finally felt relieved and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

During the day, Mr. Fu Lao directly replaced many senior executives of the Calligraphy Association at a speed that caught people off guard. This not only put everyone in the Calligraphy Association in danger, but Fu Qiao also felt a strong threat.

Yong Dongyue is a veteran of the Calligraphy Association. He was once considered a half disciple of Mr. Fu Lao, but he was still expelled from the calligraphy world by Mr. Fu Lao.

What about her?

Fu Qiao really couldn't hold it anymore. She was eager to help Mr. Fu die as soon as possible so that she could inherit all his inheritance.

"Grandpa, you've been tired for the whole day. Go to bed early." Fu Qiao endured the excitement in his heart and still looked well-behaved. "I will go on to practice calligraphy. I won't let you down."

Mr. Fu Lao waved his hand gently, indicating that she could leave.

Help Qiao out of the room, close the door, and exhale slowly.

This medicine can make people die quietly in their sleep. Even if an autopsy is performed, there will never be any trace of the medicine in the body.

Mr. Fu Lao is now almost seventy years old. He is an old man. Even if he passes away suddenly, no one will investigate specifically.

Moreover, this medicine will not cause any pain to people, and can even invade people's central nervous system, thus creating a pleasant dream.

Anyone who sees Mr. Fu Lao passing away with a smile will just think that he has passed away.

Fu Qiao's heart was beating very violently. She patted her chest and tried to calm herself down.

She turned around and was about to go downstairs when a figure suddenly fell in front of her, making her almost scream.

When he saw the face of the visitor clearly, Fu Qiao trembled and said: "S-Sir, you... why are you here?"

The man didn't answer, but just asked: "Has that old man taken the medicine yet?"

"Sir, yes." Fu Qiao said respectfully, "I watched him drink a whole cup of tea with my own eyes. As long as he falls asleep, the instructions you gave me will start to take effect."

"The old immortal quite trusts you." The man snorted coldly, "It's hard for us to send you to Fengyuan since you were a child and let you be adopted by him. After raising the child for more than ten years, even if How can you be prepared if you are disappointed?”

Once the medicine takes effect, only the miraculous doctor Taiyi can reverse it.

But who would know that Mr. Fu Lao was poisoned?

Fu Qiao lowered his head and said nothing.

Mr. Fu treats her very well, teaches her how to support her body, and will no longer be harsh on her in terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

Before Ye Puanlan appeared, she had thought about giving Mr. Fu Lao a good death.

But the appearance of Ye Zhuanlan made her feel that Mr. Fu Lao's heart began to shift.

This is something Fu Qiao cannot tolerate.

In this case, don't blame her for being cruel.

"The old immortal's death will definitely cause a sensation in the calligraphy community in China." The man said casually, "When the time comes, as the sole inheritor of the body support, your status will rise."

Hearing this, Fu Qiao couldn't help but feel happy, but her expression turned cold in an instant: "But the night can turn the tide..."

She clenched her fingers so hard that her nails dug into her palms.

How could Ye Puanlan be better than her at supporting the body? !

"You don't have to worry about Ye Banlan." The man said calmly, "Besides, she specializes in more than just calligraphy. If she completely enters the archaeological world, the threat will be much greater, and more professional people will handle it."

Fu Qiao's expression broke for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure: "Yes."

The man raised his head, looked at the moon, and smiled meaningfully: "I hope there will be good news early tomorrow morning."

**

While netizens were still discussing today's series of reversals, the news of the arrest of Yong Dongyue, the former president of the Calligraphy Association, shocked the entire Internet.

[Oh my God, he was soft-banned in the morning and turned the tide at night. He was dismissed in the afternoon and rejoined in the evening. Life is really ups and downs! 】

[People outside the circle definitely don’t know the name Yong Dongyue, but those in the calligraphy circle will know that he has actually done a lot of disgusting things. If you go to see him and you don’t get what he wants as a gift, he won’t see you at all. 】

[He also plagiarized and plagiarized! Several of his famous works were not written by him at all, but were stolen from others! Finally got in, deserved it! 】

[I finally discovered that Ye Banlan is actually a pervert who can do anything. 】

[Play it, she definitely doesn’t know how to play classical instruments. If she could, she would have been taken back by the Yunjing Lin family long ago. 】

…

After taking the medicine, Mr. Fu Lao called Ye Banlan and thanked him: "Little friend Ye, thank you so much. After taking the medicine you prepared for me, the turbidity has gone away, and my body is really light. A lot.”

"You're welcome, Mr. Fu." Ye Banlan smiled, "I wish you a good sleep tonight."

"I'm not polite to you. Come to Fengyuan when you have time." Fu Lao also smiled, "I have collected a lot of things and I plan to give them to you."

Ye Banglan said: "Fu Lao, I——"

"Hey, little friend Ye, don't refuse." Mr. Fu Lao hurriedly cut off her words, "Even if I don't give you these calligraphy treasures, pens, inks, paper and inkstones, I will donate them all to the museum when the time comes, but I think the things should still be In the hands of someone who can make them work.”

"Okay." Seeing his persistence, Ye Banlan agreed, "I will go with you to Fengyuan."

"It's so late, I won't bother you any more." Mr. Fu said, "Young friend Ye, I know you can bring more hope."

After the call ended, Ye Wanlan looked up at the bright moon and stars in the sky.

Hope alone is not enough.

Hope must be turned into reality.

And she has no regrets on this road.

**

The next morning, before six o'clock, Fu Qiao rushed to Mr. Fu's room.

She didn't knock on the door, but rushed in directly: "Grandpa? Grandpa!"

Mr. Fu lay quietly on the bed, without any movement.

"Grandpa, it's time to get up!" Fu Qiao walked up and shook Mr. Fu's shoulder, "Grandpa-ah!"

She screamed in disbelief, stumbled a few steps, and fell to the ground.

Fu Qiao widened his eyes, looked at Mr. Fu who was sleepy, and said incoherently: "Grandpa, you, you..."

After a night, how come Mr. Fu was fine?

She clearly drugged him!

Mr. Fu was still a little sleepy. He reached out and knocked his head, muttering to himself, "I did sleep well last night."

After a dozen seconds, Mr. Fu sat up with the help of the bed, frowned and looked at Fu Qiao who was still sitting on the ground: "What's wrong with you?"

"I...I...Grandpa, this, I..." Fu Qiao stuttered and couldn't say a complete sentence.

Her brain was now a mess, and she had no idea what was going on.

"Go out." Mr. Fu's expression turned cold, and there was a bit of doubt in his eyes, "I want to continue to rest."

"Yes, I'm sorry, Grandpa!" Fu Qiao's limbs were weak, and she almost rolled and crawled out of the room.

She rested against the wall for a long time before she struggled to stand up and limped to a deserted place.

After looking around, Fu Qiao pressed the communication button.

Ten minutes later, the man from last night appeared in front of her and asked her, "Is the old man dead?"

"Sir, I don't know what went wrong, but my grandfather is not dead, and he is in very good spirits!" Fu Qiao said tremblingly, "But I am sure he definitely drank the medicine, I promise you with my life!"

"He drank the medicine, but he is fine?" The man paused, and there was also some disbelief, "This should not be the result."

Unless...

"Do you know why I predicted that you would drug Fu Lao yesterday, and I didn't get rid of you directly?" A voice sounded slowly behind Fu Qiao.

Ye Wanlan rolled up her sleeves and tied her hair up high.

Because she was using bait to catch big fish.