Just as Lin Aojiao was engrossed in the war between fans and haters,
Old Master Jiang's loud voice exploded in the audience:
"I'm here to show you antiques, not to show you people! If you can't figure out the main point, get out! "
The audience suddenly quieted down, like a dead lake. There was no sound at all.
The Ai Ci was still standing on the stage with a smile on her face,
It was as if she hadn't done anything,
She watched the young men rub their ears in shock and tiptoe off the stage,
Then, she quietly retracted her fingers.
Old Master Jiang's voice wasn't supposed to be so intimidating,
It was just that she used a little trick to transmit his voice at a fixed point,
It accurately hit these people's ears.
Only then could the Appraisal Conference continue.
There was nothing left for the Ai Ci to do after that,
She stepped off the stage gracefully,
Old Master Jiang said to her bitterly, "It was a mistake to ask you to come,
You've completely stolen the limelight of my family's Manochu sword! "
"Your family? The Manochu sword is my collection, "the Ai Ci reminded him with a smile.
Old Master Jiang immediately fell silent,
After a few seconds, he said, "Can't you really sell this sword to me?"
The Ai Ci shook her head. "Sorry,
It's a gift from an old friend,
Forgive me for not being able to comply. "
"Sigh,
Forget it. "Old Master Jiang could only discuss the Manochu sword with others with hatred,
Although the sword wasn't his, he was the one who brought it over after all. At least his face was saved.
Some young people suddenly realized the mystery of the names Manochu and Rong Yao at this time. They excitedly discussed whether Rong Yao was a modern person who had transmigrated back.
The Ai Ci quietly passed through these discussions —
It was shameful to say that..,
She was the one who came up with the name Manochu back then.
Who knew that thousands of years later, it would have the same name as a game?
She thought of the high-spirited knight,
He stood in the vast world with his sword in hand,
He said heroically that he would travel thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and with the sword in his hand, he would defend the country and the people.
"Miss Ai, I've been carrying this sword for three years, but it still doesn't have a name. Could you please give it a name?" He stood in the pavilion and handed the sword to her, his eyes sincere.
The Ai Ci scrutinized the simple yet domineering long sword for a while and finally said, "Since your name is Yao and your name is as grand as the sun, the moon, and the stars, and you have the extraordinary ambition of wiping out evil and bringing peace to the people, this sword should be the king of swords. How about we name it 'King'?"
Rong Yao smiled helplessly and said, "I'm just a commoner. I'm afraid I've overstepped my boundaries by using the title of 'King'."
The Ai Ci had never cared much about human etiquette, "Mr. Rong, you've never been a stickler for conventional etiquette. Why are you so concerned this time?"
"Although I don't adhere to the customs, in the secular world, sometimes following the customs can save me a lot of trouble."
"Since that's the case, why don't I write 'Manli'?" She thought for a moment and then used a twig as a pen to write the two characters on the ground.
Rong Yao clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Forsaken is like a net. Ochre is the color of a prisoner's clothes and has always been used to represent criminals. This sword will follow me to uphold justice. Manli, Manli, and net all the evildoers in the world. What a good name! "
His excited voice echoed in the valley under the spring sun, startling several birds. Even the blooming azaleas seemed to tremble.
"Miss Ai," Rong Yao suddenly restrained his spirited expression and tightened his grip on the sword. The tip of his foot stepped on the ground again and again. His face was slightly red, obviously a little uneasy. He hesitated for a long time before he finally made up his mind and asked seriously,
"When I return to this city again, can I ask you to give me a scabbard?"
In his hometown, a woman who promised a chivalrous scabbard had the intention of being betrothed.
However, the Ai Ci at that time did not know. She only thought that he was too poor to afford a scabbard because he wanted to travel all over the world. She looked at Rong Yao with sympathy and readily agreed, "Of course."
Rong Yao's eyes instantly lit up like the morning stars. "Then I will definitely rush back as soon as possible. Miss Ai, please take care of yourself and don't forget about the promise of a scabbard."
The warrior rode away, stepping on scattered petals and green grass. There seemed to be the sound of the wind between heaven and earth, stirring up a cloud of dust.
However, he never returned to this city.
That day, it was snowing outside the Great Wall and the cold wind was bone-chilling.
When she arrived, he fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string and happened to fall into her arms. His face was pale, and his white clothes were completely dyed dark red. However, he always smiled gently at her and handed the sword to her.
He said weakly, "Miss Ai, I … can't receive your scabbard, but please accept my sword."
— — I will never return. I hope this sword can protect you for the rest of your life. Also, I hope you will remember me.
The Ai Ci indeed did not forget him.
However, the warriors had been broken, the heroes had fallen, and thousands of years had passed. Although some people still remembered him and the Forgotten Ochre Sword, there were even more people who no longer remembered the things he had done with all his heart.
The Ai Ci slowly turned into the corridor outside the exhibition hall.
Someone quietly put down his wine glass and chased after the Ai Ci.
"Miss Ai."
The Ai Ci stopped and looked back at him. It was a middle-aged man with a square face. He was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Although his forehead was a little bald, it could not hide his elegant scholarly temperament.
"Miss Ai." He took out a business card and handed it to the Ai Ci. "I am Hao Guming, a professor in the Department of History at Jing University. Recently, my research has changed to the Qin Dynasty. I am very interested in the stories you told me. I wonder if I have a chance to talk to you in detail? "
Looking at his sincere face, the Ai Ci did not hesitate and said, "Sure."
Her lifespan was too long. She was a witness to the entire history of the earth. Since humans had the heart to pursue their own history, she had always been willing to provide them with some help.
…
This week's evaluation meeting was very successful, if you did not count the chaos caused by the Ai Ci on stage.
It was soon time for the voting.
Grandpa Lin whispered, "Aojiao, remember to vote for our Qing Dynasty bronze figurine."
Lin Aojiao glanced at the ugly bronze figurine. Why bother, Grandpa? Even with my vote, there's no way a clown like him can win!
Lin Aojiao clenched the voting device in her hand. Her finger hovered on the number 6 button for a long time. She felt that she could not go against her conscience and press it. In the end, she closed her eyes and pressed harder. She was afraid that she would hesitate, so she immediately pressed confirm.
Then she looked at the small screen seriously. Lin Aojiao's eyes instantly widened. Number 9?! Did I just press the wrong button?! Wait a minute, number 9 is … Forgotten Ochre Sword?!
F * ck!
Compared to Lin Aojiao, the other young people were obviously much more willing to vote for Forgotten Ochre Sword, even though they had to sneakily avoid the unblinking eagle eyes of the elders.
In the end, Forgotten Ochre Sword came out on top as expected. It was just unknown whether it relied on the charm of the Ai Ci, Forgotten Ochre Sword's charm, or … Forgotten Ochre Sword's charm.
Old Master Jiang happily went on stage to receive the award. The evaluation meeting thus ended. The young people who had finally gotten rid of the restraints of the elders immediately became restless again.
"In terms of looks, forgive me for being blunt. Except for me, everyone here is a piece of trash, so you are not qualified to compete with me."
"Tsk, with that gigolo of yours?"
"…"
"I say, if you have the time to talk nonsense, why don't you find where Miss Ai is first!"
"Oh right, where is she? Isn't Old Master Jiang still giving his acceptance speech? "
"Forgotten Ochre Sword is missing. Did she leave with the sword first?"
"…"
Not to mention how these people sighed, the Ai Ci had indeed left the capital long ago.
At this moment, she had even arrived in Yunnan.
Quietly, as if she had never left.
The next day, the Ai Ci came to the set and found three people sitting in the same place.
Wingl sat obediently and read her script seriously.
Tian Qi sat in her seat in a daze. For the first time, she felt that Gu Ting's clear voice was very hypnotic.
"The main characteristics of the subtropical monsoon climate are: high temperature and rainy in summer, mild and rainy in winter …"
Gu Ting was actually teaching Tian Qi geography.
And his special seat was actually moved to this corner.
Gu Ting was the first person to notice that the Ai Ci had arrived.
The Ai Ci always walked silently, but when she walked near Gu Ting, he always looked up or turned around as if he had telepathy, and could always catch her figure at a glance.
Gu Ting's voice suddenly stopped, but Tian Qi did not notice it at all. Because the surroundings finally quieted down, the corners of his mouth subconsciously raised into a happy smile. His eyelids drooped and finally closed completely.
The Ai Ci asked Gu Ting, "Why did you move here?" She brought down the pressure within a radius of ten meters. Wingl and Tian Qi were drooping today.
Although Gu Ting's performance was better recently, from the beginning, she felt that this person's unapproachable aura was as annoying as Espoir in the past.
"The air here is good." Gu Ting said lightly.
His mouth was quite sweet. The Ai Ci felt a little better after being subconsciously flattered by Gu Ting. She walked to the empty seat next to him and sat down.
Wingl heard their voices and looked up in surprise, "Ai Ci, you're back? I see that there are a lot of fans on the Internet who are speaking up for you now. The eyes of the masses are really sharp. So the most important thing now is to sign with an agency. Have you thought about my proposal? "
In fact, it did not matter to the Ai Ci whether she signed with an agency or not. She had originally entered the entertainment industry by accident. Other than making money, she did not have any special ambition.
She had just received the fees for acting in Tang Li and the appearance fees for "The Amazing Departure" not long ago. To be honest, she could not even afford the rope in her painting.
However, Wingl was so enthusiastic about helping her, so the Ai Ci felt that she should not let her down, "I have no objections."
"That's great. My agent, Sister Li, only has me now. Do you want to sign with her as well?" Wingl said happily.
"Ai Ci," Gu Ting suddenly said, "Lin Qing has always wanted to be your agent. Do you want to consider him?"
The Ai Ci originally entered the entertainment industry because of him, but Gu Ting could see that the Ai Ci's ambition did not lie in this industry. If he let Lin Qing be her agent, at least he would not force her too much.
As for Lin Qing's own wishes … it was not within the scope of his consideration.
"Really?" The Ai Ci did not believe it. Lin Qing was the most unjust person. She still remembered how he abandoned her and ran away last time when the matter was exposed.
"Really." Gu Ting said with certainty. Even if it was fake, he had to make it real.
"Did you tell him about us (the misunderstanding was resolved)?"
"No."
Wingl, who had heard the whole thing, thought, "Wait a minute! About you two?!! What do you want!! "
Although she previously thought that Gu Ting and Ai Ci were a good match, when this moment really came, she suddenly wanted to turn against Gu Ting.
Wingl was about to say something when she suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder. "Dong!" Tian Qi's big head leaned on her shoulder. At the same time, it seemed like there were drops of water dripping on her shoulder.
Is it raining?
Wingl looked up at the sky.
There were no clouds for thousands of miles.
"Tian Qi!" Wingl suddenly reacted and shouted into Tian Qi's ear, "Wipe your saliva for me!"
Tian Qi suddenly woke up, "What?"
He rubbed his eyes and saw the Ai Ci. He did not care about Wingl and immediately came over with a stack of books, "Master, this is the homework I completed after work yesterday. Please check it."
He vowed, "Don't worry. Although I don't dare to think about being the provincial champion, I will definitely study hard and win glory for you. When the time comes, the rumors will be dispelled."
The Ai Ci took Tian Qi's homework, "Very good. Do you only have one scene today?"
"… Yes." Tian Qi had a bad feeling and suddenly regretted his big words.
The Ai Ci flipped through the "Five Years of College Entrance Examination, Three Years of Mock Papers" on his desk and shook her head, "With your current level, you are not qualified to do this." She suddenly pulled out a stack of junior high school teaching aids from nowhere, "First, lay the foundation."
"… Okay."
On the other side, Tian Qi's head was hanging from the beam and the awl was stabbing his buttocks. Gu Ting had already walked to the side and called Lin Qing.
"What?! You want me to be the manager of the Ai Ci? Wait a minute, don't you hate metaphysics people the most? "
Lin Qing suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Are you angry because you were cheated? Do you want me to sign the Ai Ci and then freeze her? She is very popular on the Internet right now. You want me to freeze her at this time? This move is really too ruthless. "
"Ling Ge," Gu Ting suddenly interrupted him, "Don't eat too much Brain Platinum. You don't need to nourish your brain."
"Ah?" Lin Qing was confused. Why did he suddenly talk about Brain Platinum?
Lin Qing's phone receiver was always on speaker mode. Mo Yi happened to pass by him at this time. When he heard Gu Ting's words, he leisurely said, "He said you like to fill in the blanks."
Lin Qing, "Huh?"
Gu Ting said again, "I'm serious about letting you be the manager of the Ai Ci. You know her identity. It will be more convenient for her and me to arrange jobs in the future."
Lin Qing, "Okay."
… Did he have any room to refute? After all, Gu Ting was his boss!
Gu Ting answered the phone in a corner. In his blind spot, Yang Cai'ning, who came to look for him, was standing there. He didn't know how much she had heard.
Her expression was ugly. Ai Ci … wants to sign the same manager as Gu Ting?
A few days ago, when she saw the two of them on set, she thought that Gu Ting finally realized that this woman was using him as a stepping stone, so he fired her.
But what was with his tone now? Would it be more convenient for them to arrange jobs? Why did it have to be more convenient?
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