SCT-Novel Chapter 29 - 29 029 History is written by her own hands Recruiting
Chapter 29 - 29 029 History is written by her own hands Recruiting
Chapter 29: 029 History is written by her own hands! Recruiting talents Chapter 29: 029 History is written by her own hands! Recruiting talents Last month, the Yunjing Archaeological Center made a new discovery on the Northwest Border.
It was a correspondence between the King of Yan, chief among the Four Directions Nobility during the Qianhe period of the Ning Dynasty, and his younger sister, Princess Yongning.
The letter was written on silk and was remarkably well-preserved.
Furthermore, with the corroboration of some historical materials, they were certain that Princess Yongning had secretly come to Yan City, impersonating the King of Yan for three months, to allow the King of Yan to appear unexpectedly at the border and catch the enemy off guard.
This was a major breakthrough in the study of Ning Dynasty history!
But now, a second-year high school student had come to the same conclusion.
Not only that, but the historical materials he cited were also the same ones they had recently revisited for re
He was starting to lose touch with the conversation between these two lunatics.
“What one thinks during the day, one dreams at night.” Yan Tingfeng blinked gently, with a smile deepening, “I dreamt of Miss Ye—”
“Ah!”
Suddenly, a scream came from the other side.
It was a man’s voice.
Yan Tingfeng stopped talking and slowly narrowed his eyes.
Ye Wanlan was calm, “Hold on, I’ll call you back after I’ve dealt with the matter at hand.”
Her words seemed to strike a chord, as Yan Tingfeng raised an eyebrow, “Alright, I’ll be waiting for Miss Ye.”
In the office, Ye Wanlan held a silver needle, looking at Jiang Xulin without any expression, “Why scream?”
Jiang Xulin’s eyes brimmed with tears, “It… hurts to death.”
“Bear with it.” Ye Wanlan was cold, “Do you still want to continue doing embroidery?”
Jiang Xulin’s heart tightened, his voice hoarse, “Yes.”
To this day, he still didn’t know whom his parents had offended, but the Su embroidery that they passed down in their family couldn’t end with him.
While investigating the case, he also wanted to pick up embroidery again, but his hands just couldn’t remain steady.
He had been to various hospitals, even abroad, but had still not recovered.
Could Ye Wanlan really cure him?
Jiang Xulin endured the pain and brought up a topic to distract himself, “I’ve tried many types of acupuncture, so why does yours hurt so much?”
“There are even more painful ones, want to try them?”
“No thanks. By the way, what kind of acupuncture is this? It’s not the Taiyi Acupuncture Technique, is it?”
Ye Wanlan mercilessly plunged the last silver needle into his wrist, smiling, “Guess.”
“I don’t want to guess.” Jiang Xulin’s tears welled up as he held back, “You are a lunatic, yet so rational—it’s terrifying.”
Ye Wanlan: “Shut up.”
Jiang Xulin: “…”
He felt so wronged.
**
At Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School, during the morning recess.
The students who had attended two classes were running around the playground while Lin Wenli was staring at the textbook in a daze.
“Wenli.” The homeroom teacher stood at the front gate and beckoned to him, “Professor Foo from Yunjing University is looking for you, please come to the principal’s office.”
Lin Wenli was startled and followed the homeroom teacher to the principal’s office.
The principal was very pleased, “Wenli, you did a great job today. Do you know that your talk was a new major discovery for the archaeology department?”
“What?” Lin Wenli felt it was absurd, “My talk…”
“Student Lin, the youth are to be feared, indeed!” Professor Foo looked at him with a beaming smile, “We just confirmed two days ago that Princess Yongning indeed disguised herself as the King of Yan for three months, and you managed to figure it out too! You must have read a lot of history books, haven’t you?”
Lin Wenli: “I’m a science student, my history is pretty average.”
“Student Lin, that makes it even more incredible! A student of the sciences with such insight!” Professor Foo exclaimed in admiration, “It must be a gift! Have you really not considered switching to our liberal arts? I promise you, if you become my student, you can have whatever you want—”
Lin Wenli couldn’t help but interrupt him, “Professor, all this information and the conclusions actually came from my cousin.”