Chu Wanyi opened a few scrolls of ancient paintings with great interest, including landscapes and landscapes, or flowers, birds, insects and fish, although there is no lack of light ink and light color of the ancient charm, but most of them are not very famous literati works in the Ming and Qing dynasties. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Excluding the scrolls and a few gold-painted folding fans, the remaining cardboard box was messily placed with dozens of various knick-knacks. For example, the porcelain of the folk kiln with the outline of the flowers, the glazed lion paperweight, which looks brilliant but not very simple, or the jade and jade ornaments of different sizes, and even the sandalwood hairpin, and the enamel snuff bottle the size of the red fruit, are all impressively listed.

Chu Wanyi chuckled, obviously laughing at Jiang Hawei's ignorance of the goods, and hiding these rags as treasures. However, Chu Wanyi immediately felt a little strange, because she had heard Ling Yang say that Jiang Hawei was a giant liar on the old way, how could he only have such a little eyesight. It seems that Jiang Hawei painstakingly collected these things just to hide people's eyes, and his real purpose must be to cover up one of the more important antiques, maybe he will be a priceless little guy.

Thinking of this, Chu Wanyi cheered up, forcibly held back an inexplicable impatience gushing out of her body from the inside out, carefully played a treasure hunt game in the antique box, looked at the calligraphy and paintings and folding fans one by one, picked up each gadget, and played with it in her hand, and finally found some clues when rubbing a Qing Dynasty potbelly and thin-necked colored glazed porcelain bottle.

The glaze on the outside of the porcelain vase is transparent, and the painting of a small bridge and flowing water is lifelike, the shape is natural, and the red lacquer at the bottom of the bottle is clearly marked with the official kiln firing of the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty. However, in a few inconspicuous places where the lower arc of the bottle body is folded, there are a few "kiln greens" the size of millet grains slightly raised, which refers to the fact that when firing porcelain, due to the insufficient temperature of the kiln fire in a certain period of time, there are several uneven bumps left on the surface of the porcelain.

These imperfections were concealed by the craftsmen with paintings, and the sunken parts were covered by the water lines of flowing water; The protruding part is replaced by the fish's eyes, so you don't have to explore it carefully, but if you look at it with the naked eye, it's really hard to tell the difference.

Even with the later compensation of skilled craftsmen, the works that were fired out of kiln green have theoretically lost ninety percent of their collection value. Placed in the house as an ornament, there is nothing wrong with it, if it is kept as an heirloom for appreciation, it can only be laughed at and generous in the end.

Chu Wanyi also made up for relevant knowledge on Baidu for a few days when she was shopping for antiques in the hands of private collectors. In order not to be staked, that is, the meaning of being deceived in the antique world, Chu Wanyi also specially consulted experts from the Tangyuan County Museum, and had some understanding of the simple old-fashioned and kiln head repair methods in the antique world.

In terms of antique identification, Chu Wanyi is just a half-hanger, but she saw a thin layer of plastic wrap wrapped in a porcelain bottle, and she tore it off with curiosity to take a look, only to see the originally flat plastic wrap, along the lines of the porcelain bottle, protruding a few obvious delicate points, which further confirmed the existence of "kiln green" on the porcelain bottle.

It is such a handicraft that is not worth a few dollars, not only is it wrapped in plastic wrap by Jiang Hawei's whole body, but it is obviously different from other objects. When Chu Wanyi turned the bottle to admire, she found that the bottle seemed to contain something, and when she turned it, she gently hit the inner wall of the bottle, making a slight dull sound.

Chu Wanyi turned the bottle upside down and shook it down a few times, and two or three small bags first slipped out of the bottle mouth, the bag was a quarter the size of a playing card, it was pressed with breathable glutinous rice, and it was full of moisture absorbent, which was the most common kind in the potato chip packaging bag.

After the moisture absorbent falls, there seems to be something stuck in the thin bottleneck, the size exceeds the diameter of the bottleneck, and it is difficult to fall out when stuck in the halfway. Chu Wanyi then rummaged around in Yu Xin's dresser drawer for tweezers and other things to trim eyelashes and eyebrows, but the tweezers were not found, but she saw a scissor box lying quietly in the bottom drawer.

Chu Wanyi opened the box, thinking that it would contain a set of nail clippers of different sizes, but she didn't expect it to be filled with light cyan powder, between the opening and closing of the lid of the box, the fragrant and delicate powder, and the layer on the surface turned into smoke, which was sucked into Chu Wanyi's nose, only to feel a strong fragrance rushing to the top door, and unconsciously, a strong feeling of dizziness came, and Chu Wanyi almost fell to the ground.

Chu Wanyi hurriedly closed the lid and didn't think much about it, just regarded the powder in the box as a kind of cosmetics that Yu Xin was used to. I finally found a slender tweezer in another drawer, and took out the thing stuck in the mouth of the bottle, and saw a narrow brown paper bag with the thickness of my wrist, which was very loose when pinched, and I didn't know what it contained.

Chu Wanyi sat on the embroidery pier with numb legs, her mind was also dizzy, and she thought she was too tired, and when she looked in front of the mirror on the dresser, she saw that her cheeks were red, her eyes were like peach petals, and her eyes were radiant, and she was extremely beautiful.

Chu Wanyi was startled, thinking that she was suffering from the cold, so she hurriedly got into the quilt on the big bed, wanting to take a rest and cover her sweat, so as not to feel unwell tomorrow and feel uncomfortable on the long-distance car.

Chu Wanyi lay on the soft big bed, felt the hardness of the jade stick under the pillow, and her heart fluttered again, forcibly expelling the thoughts in her heart. Lying on his back on the pillow, trying to peel off the brown paper bag to see what was hidden inside, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and in an instant, he fell asleep.

Chu Wanyi had just come into contact with the jade stick that was smeared with the secret medicine, and had just accidentally inhaled some of the cyan powder in the box. What Yu Xin is doing is selling her body, where will there be anything good in the boudoir, the cyan powder just now, usually smelling a little, can make the woman's body emotional, and the bearing capacity is doubled, and the spiritual senses are more keen, so that you can carefully enjoy the joy of Wushan rain clouds.

Chu Wanyi was cautious for a while, and continued to say, at this time, it seemed that she was breathing evenly, but in fact, she was half-asleep and half-awake, experiencing one after another embarrassing and annoying, but extremely pleasant and soul-dissipating dreams.

In the dream, Chu Wanyi's clothes had been stripped off, revealing a moving body like mutton fat and white jade, which was wantonly slighted by a young man. Chu Wanyi's starry eyes opened and closed slightly, just in front of the man's loving eyes full of evil smiles. The man's eyebrows were handsome, but there was a lewd smile on his face that couldn't be shaken, who else could it be if it wasn't Ling Yang.

In a daze, Chu Wanyi finally threw away all her reserve and enjoyed the pleasure given by Ling Yang. The two bodies full of youth and vitality were tightly entangled, until Ling Yang finally occupied the deepest part of Chu Wanyi's body and mind, Chu Wanyi couldn't help but cry out in the senses mixed with pain and joy, and a tear slipped down from the corner of her eyes, and it was full of sweet taste when she tasted it.