Chapter 1374: Old Ancestor: Are There Still People Questioning that I'm Not Mr. Bai's?

The organizing committee immediately contacted the National Museum of China, and retrieved the unearthed long skirts with water and cloud embroidery for comparison.

Come on, the embroidery method is the same, and Bai Chuwei looks elegant, but the workmanship is more complicated.

The director of the National Museum bluntly said: "The first-class embroidery and spinning experts in China can't make it together. This one is on Ms. Bai Chuwei."

This is in the face of the world and represents the reputation of China. The director of the museum cannot lie for Bai Chuwei's sake. This means that it is true!

The whole place was silent.

This, isn't this special evidence coming?

This lost embroidery work that prevailed more than two hundred years ago, only Bai Chuwei can do it. Does this still not prove that Bai Chuwei lived for two hundred years?

Don't fight to the death any more, it's already been hammered, Bai Chuwei has lived for two hundred years, that is Mr. Bai!

Bai Chuwei glanced at the foreign reporters below, gently stroked the microphone in front of her with her fingers, and said lightly: "Is it true that this Shuiyunxiu can only prove that I have lived for two hundred years, but it cannot prove that I am Mr. Bai? "

The hearts of the Huaguo reporters present dropped impressively, and they almost wanted to step forward and cover Bai Chuwei's mouth.

Immortal teacher, don't be so sincere!

Now that the audience has shut up, wouldn't it be bad if you honestly won your third Nobel Prize? Why are you still saying this?

If a foreign reporter really asked this question, how would it end?

No one lived two hundred years ago, and no one can be your witness. This is going to be a dead end!

Don't say it, don't say it!

Bai Chuwei snorted softly, looked down from above, and swept over them all coldly and proudly: "I naturally want you to be convinced!"

Bai Chuwei casually dropped a sentence: "If you don't believe it, then see it with your own eyes."

The hearts of all the people watching the live broadcast suddenly jumped, and a terrible guess was born.

The next moment, Bai Chuwei had already raised her long white sleeves and flicked in the air.

Everyone present took a deep breath, and a picture that they had never seen before suddenly appeared in their minds——

In early summer, Jiangnan is picturesque, with small bridges and flowing water, and crowds like weaving.

Ordinary people walk around the market together.

Outside the bustling city, deep in the bamboo forest, the bamboo house was quiet. A fox with snow-white fur was gently shaking its leisurely tail, lying on the long corridor of the bamboo house. A pair of fox eyes looked at the white figure in the courtyard and seemed to be smiling.

The white figure was sitting upright in front of the stone table in the courtyard. The table was covered with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. On the left was a purple clay teapot and a cup of herbal tea.

The little fox stretched lazily, jumped down from the corridor of the bamboo house, came to the stone table, put his head on the embroidered shoes of the girl in white, and fell asleep quietly.

The girl in white came out of the dust and was agile. After thinking for a while, she picked up the pen and ink and wrote a series of beautiful white handwriting on the fine rice paper.

Ethereal, silent.

A reporter from Huaguo who was present exclaimed: "That girl is Bai Chuwei!"

"My mother, I wrote it... I wrote the first episode of "Shanyue Chronicles"! I went, I really saw it with my own eyes!"

Everyone watching the live broadcast: "???"

What the fuck?

What did the people at the scene see? Why are you looking like you've seen a ghost? They want to see it too! !

Bai Chuwei admired everyone's shocked expressions with satisfaction, and smiled slightly: "Excuse me now, do you still question whether I am Mr. Bai?"

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