My Past Life Exposure Shocked the Whole Internet

Chapter 158 All civil and military officials are her teachers! Sister Lan’s painting skills【2 updates】

 Bai Jingxue's eyes flickered.

 Then it was time for the An family to surpass the Kang family.

If the entire Hong Kong city knew that the mother-in-law of the Kang family actually had a daughter, how could she have the dignity to live in this world?

 In this way, he will be appreciated by Anjia for his great achievements.

 After all, he is just a son-in-law now, with no real power at all, and An Jinxiu does not allow him to work in the company.

In addition, Lin Qin refused to follow him and Lin Yue went in, making Bai Jingxue anxious.

 This is one of the few ways he can save himself.

"Okay, I promise you." Mrs. Lin thought about it again and again before agreeing. "The hair is very simple. If I can't get the blood, there is nothing I can do."

"Then take the hair first." Bai Jingxue said, "The blood will wait until I think of other ways. You can go back first."

"Alan, I just had a phone call with Master Wu. He has to confirm the time arrangement before he can reply to me." Lin Handu walked into the living room from the garden with a smile, "He is a senior member of the Yunjing Art Association. The local branch association in charge of Jiangcheng can take you to participate."

She felt guilty and hurriedly went upstairs, avoiding Ye's turning gaze.

Lin Handuyu: “…”

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This way, Jiangcheng Art Association.

 How can someone learn to draw if they don’t respect painting?

Sheng Yunyi added: "Uncle Wu, what you said is serious. It is a good thing that she wants to participate in the painting competition, which proves that she has finally started to learn well."

After all, after Sheng Yunyi graduated from the Hong Kong City Art Institute, she went to the Starman Federation Empire for further study. Among her peers, her painting skills were already among the best.

"Is it someone Miss Yunyi knows?" Master Wu was surprised, "If Miss Yunyi approves, then there is no need to treat her painting skills as a test."

Sheng Yunyi listened to the phone call between Master Wu and Lin Zhenyu. She asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Master Wu is accepting students again? I wonder where the top students come from?"

"I know you, but you're talking about her painting skills?" Sheng Yunyi smiled, shook her head, and said softly, "She can't even recognize the paintings of the Yongning School. Last time she said she picked them up from the trash can. I got a painting from the Yongning School.”

"It would be better if my aunt didn't expose me in front of grandma." Ye turned the tide, "If it were my uncle, he would have sold me on the spot."

Mrs. Lin packed the envelope and returned to Lin's house. She happened to meet Ye Banglan who came down from upstairs.

“Is that so?” Master Wu frowned, “You disrespect painting so much, and you still want to gain fame through painting?”

Well, it seems that she made a mistake when she was a child and blamed it on Lin Huaijin, so she just called her brother.

Ye Bianlan looked away with a calm expression.

"No, she's not a top student. She's a daughter from the Lin family who wants to be sent to me. She hopes to participate in the international painting competition, which is the youth group." Master Wu shook his head and laughed, "The name is quite unique, it's called Ye Banglan. , I don’t know how many years I have studied painting, I will try her painting skills later.”

Yeyuanlan nodded and smiled: "Thank you, aunt."

"You don't need to thank me. With your strength, I believe you can do it without me." Lin Handu said, "It's just that you want your grandma to feel at ease, so that's why you offered to help."

Lin Handu couldn't laugh or cry: "Your grandma is like a mirror in her heart, but when you say this about your uncle, aren't you afraid of him scolding you?"

"Not afraid." Ye Banlan sat down and poured a cup of tea, "Uncle is very easy to coax, just call him uncle."

Sheng Yunyi’s hand paused: “Is it her?”

Originally, he owed Lin Nieyu a favor, so he naturally wanted to help.

 “Learn well?” Master Wu sensitively sensed something wrong from these two words.

“I like painting, so she also wants to try it.” Sheng Yunyi sighed, “But how can you learn painting overnight?”

 “A scholar?” Master Wu frowned even more.

 He didn't want to lead Ye to turn the tide, but Lin Wanyu had already called him.

 He had better leave the task of turning the tide to others.

The current president of Jiangcheng Art Association is from the same school as him and is his senior brother. Although he is tolerant, he is stricter than him in painting.

“Miss Yunyi, please wait a moment while I go find the president.”

 Master Wu stood up, went to the president's office, and stated his intention.

"Okay, I just have a vacant spot this year." President Tao nodded, "If you have time, you can ask them to come here today. There are only a few days left to register."

“Brother, please don’t be so soft-hearted as to take her to the competition.” Master Wu said, “What if she comes to you and pretends to be someone else’s painting? You must let her paint it on the spot.”

President Tao pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: "That makes sense."

 After all, the finals have to be painted on the spot. If something is leaked by then, it will not be a personal loss, but the entire China.

But the finals are too far away. Over the years, no young person under the age of 25 in China has been able to squeeze into the finals.

 The player with the best results unfortunately ended up in the semi-finals.

“Thank you, senior brother, I will ask them to come over now.” Master Wu said, contacting Lin Huanyu for a reply.

Thirty minutes later, Lin Nieyu personally brought Ye Turning the Tide over. Seeing that she was sitting in a wheelchair, Master Wu was surprised: "Ms. Lin, what's wrong with you?"

"There was a car accident a while ago. Thanks to the Lord of Hell, I didn't want to take me in, so I was lucky enough to survive." Lin Huanyu coughed twice and did not reveal the medical skills of the Night Turning the Tide Society to the outside world.

It is safest for only your own people to know about such important matters.

Lin Handuyu said: "Master Wu, this is my niece, please excuse me."

Master Wu glanced at Ye Banglan and frowned again.

 She is so beautiful and can easily accomplish many things with her face, so she probably won’t be able to calm down and learn to draw.

 But he still asked dutifully: "What type of study?"

Ye Turns the Sea has two faint words: "Chinese painting."

“That’s right.” Master Wu nodded slightly, “Our Chinese painting has extremely high artistic value. How many years have you studied it?”

Ye Puanlan lowered his eyelashes and said slowly: "Thirteen years."

She did not lie. In her previous life, when she was three years old, the chaos in the palace subsided and she ended her wandering with Hejia. After being brought back to the palace, she worshiped Han Yunsheng as her teacher.

At that time, Han Yunsheng was not yet an imperial master, but his reputation was already great and he was reused by Ning Zhaozong.

 Except for the last year of her life, she spent the first thirteen years painting.

 In this life, she has not given up painting, and has further improved in the cycle of time.

 If you really want to count, she has been studying for more than a thousand years.

But if he said this, even Wen Chaosheng, the ghost-fighting brother, wouldn't believe it.

 Time and space are two areas that are regarded as the most difficult to control by humans because they are extremely uncontrollable.

“Thirteen years?” Sheng Yunyi couldn’t hold it back, walked out from behind Master Wu and laughed out loud, “You said you studied for thirteen years?”

Thirteen years ago, Ye Banglan was still in the orphanage. Where could he study?

Studying art requires an extremely rich family background. Without money, it is impossible to cultivate artists. How can Ye Turn the Lan even tell such a lie?

 Lin Handu's eyes were cold: "How many years has A Lan studied? What does it have to do with you?"

"It doesn't matter." Sheng Yunyi's voice was soft, "I'm just curious. Please don't be angry, Ms. Lin."

"Auntie, please don't get angry, it will hurt your liver and lungs." Ye Banlan pressed Lin Juyu's shoulders and did not answer Sheng Yunyi, but looked at Master Wu, "Are there any questions?"

Master Wu also held back his anger: "What style of painting are you good at?"

 Ye Turning the Lam will answer any questions: "I know a thing or two about landscapes, flowers, birds and figures."

"Huh?" Before Master Wu could speak, Sheng Yunyi was a little surprised and said, "But you can't even recognize the paintings of the Yongning School. I'm sorry, I said too much. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. You continue."

 She stood up gracefully, with a smile on her face.

Ye Tuanlan remained unmoved and unaffected. She just chuckled and said, "If you like to talk so much, do you think you have to taste the saltiness of the sewage truck when it passes by you?"

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 There was a moment of silence in the room.

Sheng Yunyi's smile froze on her face, and she turned her head in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"Please don't bark at me." Ye Banlan tilted his head slightly, "I was scared by animals when I was a child, so I was quite scared."

"You...!" Sheng Yunyi's face turned green, feeling humiliated.

It seems like there are no curse words in every sentence, but the scolding is very severe.

 She has never cursed like this in public.

Ye Bianlan was still looking at Master Wu, waiting for his next round of questions.

“We need to draw on the spot to prove our strength.” Master Wu said lightly, “Otherwise there are so many famous people in the world, how can we judge the authenticity?”

Lin Handuyu realized something was wrong.

Master Wu’s attitude seems too distant and disgusting.

 Could it be that it wasn't that he said on the phone that he would be unavailable for the next few months and couldn't turn the tide at night, but that someone said something in front of her?

President Tao's expression was gentle: "Sit down and pick your best painting."

 The pen and ink were brought to Ye Banglan, and the rice paper was spread out.

“Brother, I have something else to do, so I’ll leave first.” Master Wu stood up, “I’ll trouble you next.”

His time is precious, but he doesn’t have the time to watch the elementary school students painting at night.

   Learn to curse with Sister Lan every day? Sister Lan is really a perfect E person

Unlike me, who can only scold in my heart, if you offend me, you are offending me. qaq

Continue to ask for votes for Sister Lan! It’s almost 100. See you tomorrow~~

 (End of this chapter)