"The inkstone is also studied, and the ink can be studied."

A phrase flashed through her mind, as if she had been storing it there for a long time. But where did you see such a sentence? There was a sudden buzzing in his ears, as if someone was beating his head with a hammer, Yunxi only felt that his breathing was suppressed by something, and he was cold in pain.

"Sister, are you okay?" Even Shui Mulian saw that her face was pale, and quickly jumped down from the chair, ran to her side and grabbed her sleeves, but now Yunxi is having trouble breathing, and her hands are trembling even more, where can she take care of her?

Seeing this, there was a look of worry on the little immature face.

At this moment, an arm suddenly crossed in front of her, and before she could recover her senses, he had already helped her to sit in a chair. Blue eyes looked at him worriedly, and their eyes were full of worry.

She patted his hand and signaled that there was nothing wrong.

Her brain was vaguely confused, something exploded overhead, her eyes closed, and her lips trembled a little. It's all from the past, there are hers, and there is also Leng Yunxi's body.

On this slightly sweet morning, she was sitting in this quaint room, and she had a mental breakdown.

At this time, there was suddenly an ancient porcelain teacup on the sandalwood table, with a good craftsmanship, blue and white background, and pure color, as if it were natural. The old man Qingyue's eyes swept over her, and he reached out and pushed the porcelain cup to her hand a little more.

"Thank you." Her eyes were a little dark, and she felt that the figure was swaying in front of her, and the quiet fragrance of tea seemed to have a calming effect, and just smelling it, she felt that her stiff muscles had been soothed a little. After drinking half a cup of tea, his expression was almost the same, except for his lips, which were still a little pale, the rest of the qi ē was very normal.

"Sister, are you sick?" The little girl was still a little apprehensive, grabbing the corners of her clothes in a daze, a little worried.

"Yes, my sister is sick, so she is not in good health, Lianlian will have to listen to adults more in the future, otherwise it will be bad if she is as uncomfortable as her sister." She pinched her pink cheeks, half joking, half enlightening, there were still a few red threads under her eyes, her expression eased a little, and her face was no longer so pale and weak.

"Well, I'm obedient, sister, you have to be obedient in the future, you have to drink bitter medicine to get better quickly." Thinking that every time I got sick, the doctor had to tell me to take medicine, and I also sold small things once. It's a pity that there is no bed here, otherwise, she still wants to learn from Mommy to help her cover the quilt, and tells not to kick the quilt indiscriminately. Look, it's a little adult.

Grantham looked at his sister in amazement, as if he was looking at an alien. When did this troublemaker become so sensible? Do you even know how to take care of people?

During this time, the old man did not speak. Yunxi was a little embarrassed, causing trouble early in the morning, and wanted to say two words of thanks, but when he turned around, he was startled by the things he was scooping in his hand, and suddenly he forgot how to say it, his eyes lit up, and he stared at the palm-sized jade inkstone in amazement, and even his expression changed.

Both Grantham and Shui Mulian were attracted by her expression, and they also turned their heads to see what kind of rare treasure it was.

But it turned out to be just a flat jade the size of a steamed bun, and the color was not black, but a little red.

What's so strange about that?

Grantham glanced at the shopkeeper curiously, but found that the taciturn old man was very satisfied with Yunxi's reaction, showed a smile, and with a wave of his hand, he placed the inkstone directly on the table for her to see.

This is the best blood jade of the authentic sect, and Yunxi, who was closer, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

After the death of her grandfather's only son, she had only one granddaughter, and the teaching of etiquette was not very harsh, but the appreciation of jade antiques was extremely strict. It has been said that only by practicing your eyesight can you really not suffer in society. Although her family has been superior since she was a child, she has seen many ancient stones and jades, but seeing such treasures is also the first time in her life.

Grantham couldn't see its preciousness, but she knew better than anyone that this inkstone, which was no more than the size of a bowl, could directly buy this street from the street to the end of the street, and by the way, it was more than enough to directly build a business building.

"Sister, this jade is very powerful?" The little ghost spirit didn't know how to describe the jade that made Yunxi show such an expression, and after thinking about it, he could only use "powerful" to replace it.

Yunxi came back to his senses from his amazement, and saw that the three of them were all looking at him, and he was a little embarrassed about his fuss for a while.

It's just that it's so beautiful, and she's never seen such a perfect Gu Yu.

She pointed to the inkstone, lowered her head and said slowly to the good baby with a curious baby's appearance: "Lianlian, did the family teach you to read?" ”

"Yes, I've read all the "Three Character Classics" and "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales". Although she still doesn't know all the words, everyone in the family praises her as the smartest. The little one raised his nose proudly, looking very proud.

Yunxi smiled: "I'm talking about ancient books, in the future, Lianlian must read more ancient books when she grows up, she will have a long insight." She patted her discouraged cheek and smiled, and continued: "It was recorded in the "Xijing Miscellaneous Records" that 'the Son of Heaven used jade as an inkstone to take it from ice', and a long, long time ago, our country had a tradition of treating jade as an inkstone. You see, this piece of jade inkstone, the jade is moist and pleasant, the water is the air, the ink is the god, the spirit is blended, and the inkstone is overflowing. There are recesses in the inkstone, which are used for licking the pen. The rarest thing is, you see, the color of this jade. It is a kind of red jade produced on the snowy plateau of Tibet, called the Song of Gongjuema. Legend has it that Gong Juema is the goddess of Dangjak Yong Lake, and she lives in the boxy palace of the Dang Jak Yong Lake in the heart of the lake. The four walls of the palace have different colors, among which the red color is the singing, the song of Gongjuoma, which means when the goddess Jalan Yong sings. ”

The little girl seemed to understand, but Grantham's eyes flickered. Although he didn't know how to appreciate it, he probably understood the value of this jade.

Such a priceless treasure was put on the table by such an old man as an ordinary commodity for her to play with at will, and if there was no deep meaning in it, it was really unbelievable.

Leng Yunxi didn't seem to notice the strangeness, his face was full of smiles, holding the jade inkstone, his eyes were sparkling, and he turned around and smiled faintly: "Old man, how can you sell me this piece of jade?" ”

She didn't ask how much it was, nor did she ask if there were any other jade inkstones, it seemed that she had already decided that the old man was willing to scoop this piece of blood jade out, and he must have planned it a long time ago.

The old man with his snow-white beard did not answer her, but turned around and added some water to the teacup, slowly scooped out a yellow brocade box, and put the jade inkstone into it.

At this moment, his eyes were not as dark as the old man's, and for the first time, he met Yunxi's eyes directly.

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