This sudden change made everyone present stunned.

I walked two quick steps, my shoes creaking on broken porcelain pieces of various sizes, and my head went blank.

Such a precious blue and white jar was actually smashed like this? It's not the people who are worshiped by Wang Xiaomao or the old court, but the people who are not drugged, what an irony!

I suppressed my panic and leaned down, trying to help him up first. Yao Ye's hands were cut bloody by sharp porcelain pieces, his glasses fell into the distance, and his hair was embarrassed, but his expression was not panicked, but like a spear with its holster removed, sharp and fierce.

Yao Fei didn't wait for his body to stand firm, suddenly grabbed my arm, and said hurriedly: "Leave me alone, you go quickly." Remember the rules. Then he stretched out his right hand and placed something in my bosom, giving me a stern look.

I was so distraught that I was glared at by him, but I regained my senses. I remembered that we had agreed on a rule in Weihui: "As long as you can catch the old court, even if you are sacrificed by the other party, you will not hesitate." ”

I didn't expect to be doing this so soon.

The medicine didn't suddenly push me away, turned around and ran in one direction, and the salesman and the two security guards rushed over to catch up. I stabilized my mind and took advantage of this rare opportunity to quickly flee from the other direction.

The whistle sounded in the exhibition hall, and there was the sound of leather boots on the floor. Soon the sirens were also sounded, resounding throughout the dome. Many guards and staff poured into the hall, shouting loudly, and several gates were quickly guarded.

I didn't dare to stay long, ran out for nearly a kilometer in one go, and then plunged into a small alley, only to stop and catch my breath.

"Isn't the medicine supposed to be caught now?" I glanced back, and the Zhejiang Museum in the distance was fully lit, and the figures inside were scattered. There are not many hidden corners here, and Yao is not such a tall person, and it is impossible to escape in the face of a layer-by-layer search.

What the hell was going on? I saw with my own eyes that the medicine didn't just touch the blue and white jar lightly, and the force was very small, why did it break it? The gasket of the jar is firmly embedded in the bracket, and it is a short and fat body, even if you push it with intention, it may not be able to push it down and break.

But the facts are in front of us, and this accident has disrupted all our plans.

The medicine is not to create an escape opportunity for me, to take the initiative to resist stubbornly - no, he will not care about my safety, he will only care about whether I can catch the old court.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered that he had just handed me something. I hurriedly lowered my head and, by the light of the street lamp, took out the thing he had stuffed into my arms from my arms.

It was a piece of porcelain, a little larger than a palm, with an irregular five-pointed star, and the edges were all newly broken ballast—no doubt it was one of the fragments of the "Three Visits to the Thatched House" character jar, and the medicine was not just picked up from the ground. I took a closer look, and there were still traces of the picture on the surface of this piece of porcelain, although it was incomplete, but it could be identified as a part of Zhuge Liang's body, with a long sleeve on his left hand, and a white mark on his head that we were looking for.

The moment he fell, he actually realized that this was the best chance to get the character can. What's even more terrifying is that he fell on the broken porcelain piece and found the correct porcelain piece almost immediately. But this is not the most ruthless, the most ruthless thing is that after he was helped up by me, he has already made a decision in his heart.

He decided to sacrifice himself and let me leave the Zhejiang Exhibition Hall safely with this piece of porcelain. He doesn't need me to save him, he just needs me to find out the old courtier as soon as possible.

This guy ...... I don't know what to say, but I am in awe and admiration. He reacted too quickly and was too himself.

I clenched my palm, and the palm of my hand pressed against the sharp incision of the porcelain piece, and it was cut with a faint pain. We tried every possible way to see the white mark on the jar, but we never expected that we would have to pay such a tragic price. A rare treasure was destroyed and a man was detained.

"No, he sacrificed himself, but he didn't let me be sad here!" I put down the porcelain shard, patted myself on the cheek vigorously, and walked towards the other end of the alley, trying not to turn back to see the Zhejiang Exhibition Hall.

It's not time to be sad yet. This matter will continue no matter what, and we will never give up.

Our Xu family, only stubbornness does not lose people.

The hotel must not be able to go back, they found the ID card that the medicine is not the same, and they will definitely find the accommodation. The salesman knew there were two of us, and the police would look for me everywhere. Of course, the medicine will not necessarily insist that he did it unintentionally and remove me from suspicion, and the probability of me being arrested is not high, but it is inevitable to record a confession or something. As long as I go, my identity will be exposed.

I found a small roadside clothing store, bought a random jacket and sneakers, and changed out of the cadre outfit. Then I took out a fake ID - this is medicine not prepared in advance, he took all the circumstances into account - found a nondescript private hostel and moved in.

It wasn't until I entered the room that I let out a long breath, and my stomach cramps eased slightly. I took a shower, poured myself a cup of hot water and put it on the side of the bedside table, turned on the lamp, and then lay down on the bed and pulled out the porcelain tiles.

Didn't the medicine say: "The victory or defeat of the five cans lies in the means of porcelain identification." "The only clue I have now is that I have to sink myself completely and calm down.

I closed my eyes slightly, trying to clear all the distractions from the outside world, as if I had returned to the days when the Purple Mountain was rubbing. In this world, there are no old courtiers, medicine brothers, or five-vein grievances. The only thing that still exists is the porcelain in front of me, and myself.

A minute later, I slowly opened my eyes, and the anxiety was gone. At this time, my mind was completely focused on this small porcelain piece in my hand.

I have seen many porcelain fragments, but this is the first time I have witnessed the whole process of a rare treasure from intact to broken. When I think of the lack of a good piece of porcelain in the world, I feel very sorry.

Although this porcelain fragment is incomplete, the porcelain piece is still so beautiful. I put it under the light and turned it repeatedly to admire. Although I have seen it before, but the time is short, and I can't take a closer look, but this time I finally took a closer look and saw a lot of details.

Judging by my shallow porcelain eye, this should have been painted with the best Su material, so the hair color is rich, thick and verdant, transparent and crystal under the light, revealing the brilliance of gemstones. No wonder many people are fascinated by porcelain, its charm is just too great.

The Su material is called Su Ma Liqing or Su Ni Ma Qing, which is not native to China, but comes from the village of Poska Mountain Quamsa. It is a cobalt material with low manganese iron iron and can be used with any glaze to show a stable blue color. The color of the material is as beautiful as a sapphire, very eye-catching, and no one has been able to completely imitate it. Therefore, Su Ma Liqing is an excellent anti-counterfeiting label, judging by this, almost every shot.

Therefore, from the late Yuan Dynasty, China began to import Su Ma Liqing materials for porcelain ornamental painting. Later, Zheng He went to the West and brought back a large number of high-quality Su materials from Samarra, Iraq, which were used in the blue and white porcelain of Yongle and Xuande official kilns. It's a pity that after Chenghua, there has never been a large-scale import, so the official kilns have all changed to Huiqing or domestic green, and Suliu porcelain has only appeared sporadically, and has never been mass-produced.

The porcelain jar of "Sangu Thatched House" shows the typical characteristics of Su material, but the bottom paragraph is written in the Ming Dynasty Wanli year, which shows that it is definitely not a fake, but a rare Su material blue and white in the Wanli period - if you really want to forge it, it is better to write it directly as Yongle and Xuande.

This porcelain piece retains most of the sleeve of Zhuge Liang's left arm. Zhuge Liang's left hand posture is curved, there are sleeve cloths stacked at the elbows, the painter here is heavy and finely hooked, the glaze is piled up and scattered, and when stroked by hand, you can even feel uneven, very three-dimensional. I took a closer look and saw that the cyan had seeped into the glaze, and there were very conspicuous dark spots on the elbows.

That's right, that's what I've been looking for. At that time, the grinding process was not in place, and the particles of Su material were relatively large and uneven. The painter has a high iron content in the Su material, and once it surfaces from the glaze, it will oxidize to form rust-like condensation spots. In the identification, this is called "tin light", and it is also one of the marks of Su material.

I am also learning and selling, holding "Xuanci Chengjian" as an expert. Holding a genuine product in his hand, which is confirmed by all kinds of truths in the book, is much more efficient than just reading a book, and many knowledge that he couldn't remember can now be completed in one go.

It's just a small piece of porcelain, and it has such an effect. There are so many good things collected by the pharmacist, and they have been touched by their own hands since they were children, so it is no wonder that all of them are porcelain masters.

I turned my gaze to the porcelain piece again, and finally saw the white mouth that I had been looking for. It was exactly about eight centimeters along Zhuge Liang's sleeve lines, like a white cotton thread. Because Zhuge Liang's elbow is bent here, the pigment accumulation is slightly thick, so this white line is concave, and the touch feels like digging a shallow ditch on a heavy material hill.

I don't have a microscope at hand, so I can't analyze its composition. When I touched it, the glaze on the edge of the groove was smooth and there was no obvious broken edge, indicating that this line was not cut out by force, but left before firing.

As for why, I don't know.

I've watched it several times, but I still don't get it. The line seems to have been drawn by someone with a fingernail, no matter how mysterious it is, it is just a line, neither lettering nor ornamentation, what does this line mean - it can't be a knotted rope record, right?

What's more, the dynasty of this porcelain is either the beginning of the Ming Dynasty or the end of the Yuan Dynasty. This line must have been burned at that time, why did it become a thorn in the side of the old courtier? Could it be that he is an old monster who has lived from the Ming Dynasty to the present?

Unfortunately, there is never a standard answer to antique authentication, and everything has to be understood by yourself. This is the fairest and the hardest. I now seem to be cornered by this piece of porcelain.

No, interlacing is like separating mountains. Even if I am temporarily clinging to Buddha's feet, there are still too many secrets in this porcelain shop that I can't understand. It's too difficult for me to break this game with such a half-ass. I can't wait for the standard answer written directly in "Xuanci Chengjian", and I just copy it.

I was engrossed in my studies when there was a sudden "clang" outside the house, followed by an argument that pulled me straight back to the real world. I tucked the porcelain tiles under my pillow and leaned over the door to listen. It seems that the child kicked the thermos over, and then the two adults began to quarrel.

When I heard that it wasn't the police who came looking for me, I was relieved.

I can't get the results of the research today, and this thing can't be solved by staying up late to read. I yawned and got ready for sleep. Before going to bed I looked out the window, the medicine was not, he was ...... now Okay? I don't know much about the law, but after all, the jar is a medicine family's thing, and the medicine is not a member of the medicine family, as long as the family is not investigated, it should be fine, right?

I hid the porcelain tiles and lay down on the bed with my hands and feet. Outside, the adults were still fighting, and the children cried out with a "wow", which resounded throughout the corridor, but it was annoying enough. At this time, it would be good if Zhang Liao was there, but the children could stop crying at night.

Little child crying...... Well? I lay on the bed and slapped me hard.

Yes! And Wang Xiaomao!

I can't do anything about the investigation of the porcelain piece now, but there is still Wang Xiaomao's line that can be investigated-he was tricked into throwing the jar, and he may be able to ask something from him.

We didn't plan to follow up on this line, but now it has become a new breakthrough. I keep in mind that medicine is not a set rule, and I only believe in the clues that are actively excavated, and this clue meets the standards.

With an idea, I thought it through my mind again, and decided on a plan of action for tomorrow, trying not to make mistakes. Strange to say, although I have withdrawn from the state of appreciating porcelain just now, my spirit has always remained focused. In such a state of mind, there is no restlessness at all. I was like an outsider, looking at myself calmly and objectively, like looking at an artifact. The emotions faded, and only the purest, purest calculations and observations remained.

Maybe those famous palm-eye masters can enter such a state at any time. It is said that there are two subtle realms in the palm and eye, one is that there is no external object in the mind, and the other is that there is nothing outside the mind. The two seem to be just reversing the word order, but the meanings are very different. By chance, I was able to barely touch the edge of the first realm, and as for the second level, it was too far away from me after all.

In "Xuanci Chengjian", it is said: "If you rely on it, there is nothing that cannot be done in the world; If you are royal, there is nothing in the world that cannot be learned. "It sounds so mysterious.

I kept saying that there was nothing outside my heart, and the hypnotic effect was surprisingly good, and I fell asleep after a while......

Early the next morning, I went straight to Wang Xiaomao's school. Yesterday I heard the female teacher mention it, and I knew the address after a little asking. On the way, I bought a newspaper and found that there was no mention of last night's can smashing incident.

It's understandable, stability comes first. The high-profile event attended by the city leaders was actually smashed by the criminals who smashed the most valuable thing? How inappropriate it is to report it. The people who come to visit the expo are ordinary people, and it makes no difference to them whether there is one more jar or one less jar, and there is no need to create unstable factors.

That's good news for me, at least it's not that stressful.

I found Wang Xiaomao's school and asked to meet the female teacher by name. The female teacher was very nervous and thought I was an inspector of the Education Bureau. I didn't lie, but I didn't clarify it, and with this layer of misunderstanding, it's easy to get things done. I told him that I wanted to find out something about Wang Xiaomao.

She hurriedly called Wang Xiaomao to the office, glared, and then said I went to class, you ask slowly.

When Wang Xiaomao saw that it was me, he immediately craned his neck and stood in front of the desk with his head lowered, like a quail. I couldn't bear to scare him, so I smiled and asked again - what was the person who instigated him to drop the jar like.

Wang Xiaomao's description is similar to yesterday, but there are slight differences - this proves that he is not lying, nor is he deliberately reciting.

I asked again, "What kind of Transformers did he give you?" ”

Wang Xiaomao's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be scratched by my question. He said it was the boss from a recent anime, "Boss Warrior," called Big Mac Ford, which could transform from a human form into a giant space base. The toy is half a meter tall and is so gorgeous that all the boys will go crazy about it.

However, Wang Xiaomao told me that the price of this giant Ford is as high as 550 yuan. I gasped, as a toy, this thing was expensive enough. But when you think about it, such an expensive thing will definitely not be entered by ordinary toy stores. But the person who instigated Wang Xiaomao did not deliberately carry it from Beijing or Shanghai, and should have bought it locally.

I hurriedly asked Wang Xiaomao, where is this thing sold. Wang Xiaomao told me that there is only one in the first department store in the whole of Hangzhou, and he just lies on the counter and watches it.

I asked where I was and got up to leave. Wang Xiaomao timidly raised his head and asked, "Uncle, you won't tell the teacher, will you?" I stopped, and saw that his white sneakers were worn out, and I felt compassion.

This child is not bad by nature, but lacks discipline. The teacher said that he was born in a single-parent family, his mother died early, and his father was a truck driver who did not come back for many years. I lost my parents as a teenager and felt his situation very deeply. I crouched down and made eye contact with him. I know that such children actually have a lot of self-esteem, and what they need most is not toys, but respect.

"I won't tell the teacher because I believe you're a good boy. But you can't do bad things, you can't give as much benefit as you want, you know? ”

Wang Xiaomao nodded hurriedly.

I stared into his eyes and saw a hint of sincerity in it. I said, "After school at noon, can you accompany me to the toy counter in the city?" ”

Wang Xiaomao's eyes flashed with excitement, and he replied loudly: "Okay! ”

At noon, after school, Wang Xiaomao came as promised and took me straight to the first department store in Hangzhou. Shibai is the most lively shopping mall in Hangzhou, and even at noon on weekdays, there are still a lot of people here. The toy counter was on the fifth floor, and Wang Xiaomao was familiar with the road and quickly turned there.

The children's counter is filled with trendy toys, and a group of children crowd around the Transformers sales counter, shouting. Wang Xiaomao got in and took a look, then withdrew to report to me: "The Big Mac Ford is gone." ”

I let out an "um", which was expected. I squeezed into the counter, bowed my head and said to Wang Xiaomao: "Except for the giant Ford, which one do you like the most?" Wang Xiaomao pointed without hesitation: "Optimus Prime!" ”

I took out my wallet and said to the salesman, "Comrade, get me an Optimus Prime, yes, the biggest one." ”

In the envious eyes of countless children, I took the big box from the salesman and handed it to Wang Xiaomao. Wang Xiaomao's eyes widened with excitement, and he didn't know what to say with Optimus Prime in his arms.

"I'll give it to you, make a gift." I smiled, leaned over to the counter, and struck up a conversation with the salesperson. The salesperson was a young lady who was happy to talk when she saw that I was generous. We talked casually for a while, and I regretted, "Gee, he liked the Big Mac Ford the most, but unfortunately you've sold it out." ”

At the mention of the toy, the salesman sighed a few times. "The toy was very expensive, and there was only one in the store, and no one cared about it," she said. Two days ago, a man suddenly came and bought it without saying a word. This matter was regarded as a talking point by the salesmen, and they talked privately for several days. ”

"The people who can afford that toy are not ordinary people, what does it look like?"

The salesman tilted his head and thought about it, saying that he was in his fifties, with round eyes and thin cheeks, a protruding forehead, and a head like an inverted melon seed, but his hair was combed very neatly. Her description is similar to Wang Xiaomao's, but in more detail.

He didn't understand Transformers at all, and after coming over, he asked directly what the most expensive toy was, and after the salesman told him, he didn't say a word, took out the money and took it. I said did this person leave a name, and the salesman said no, but he opened a **. My eyes lit up and I asked the salesman if I could show me the ** stub, I was curious which unit was so generous and could reimburse this.

The salesperson was not very happy at first, and according to the regulations, customers were not allowed to read the accounts. But I'm in the antique circle, and I persuade people that Xiang is a housekeeper. In a few words, this little salesman was persuaded by me, and turned around and turned out the ** stub from behind the counter, and it was written on the top of his head that it was a trading company, called Yinzhou.

Knowing the name of the company, the next step is easy. I went to the local industrial and commercial bureau and found the registered address of Yinzhou Company without much effort. Then I followed the map and found the door of the company. This is a three-story Soviet-style building, the exterior wall is covered with green vines, the main entrance is an old sliding door, and the company signboard of Yinzhou Trading is hung next to it.

I observed for a while, and instead of rushing in, I retreated, leaving Wang Xiaomao to hide nearby, carefully watching everyone in and out of the company. He may not be able to describe the appearance of the man who instigated him to smash the can, but if he saw it, he would recognize it.

After I finished explaining, I quietly walked around to the back of the small building, and sure enough, I found a fire alarm button painted red at the back door.

I was very familiar with the structure of this small building, and I used to play with it when I was a child. This is a particularly typical Soviet-style research institute structure, which is dedicated to high-level researchers, so the security level of the small building is very high, and it is generally equipped with a fire alarm system. This kind of alarm button needs to be pressed manually, I was naughty when I was a child, and I secretly pressed it once, which scared everyone in the building to run out, and I laughed and broke my belly - for this, I also carried a punishment.

The characteristics of Soviet goods are stupid and black, but they are strong and durable, and as long as they are not deliberately destroyed, they can barely function even if they lack maintenance.

I reached out and pressed the button, and the whole building was blaring with alarms. After a while, I heard the sound of footsteps in the building, and the figures ran out.

I quietly walked back to the front door and leaned over to Wang Xiaomao.

Since Wang Xiaomao got Optimus Prime, his whole person's spirit has changed, and he obeys me. He took my request very seriously, like a member of the most responsible children's group, with his eyes wide open, staring at everyone who rushed out of the door.

There were not many people in the building, and about twenty or thirty people ran out, including men, women, and children. Wang Xiaomao looked at the past one by one, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he raised his arm and pointed: "It's him!" ”

I followed his direction and saw an old man in his fifties in the crowd with his back to us. His back was slightly rickety, but he was not short, he wore a flat hat, his neck was habitually tilted to the right, and his demeanor was quite pedantic.

"Are you sure it's him?" I think this back is a little familiar.

"That's right, it's him!" Wang Xiaomao is very sure.

I was wondering where I had seen it. It just so happened that the old man turned around slowly, and when I saw his face clearly, it was like a lightning strike, and the whole person froze next to the bushes.

Professor Zheng?

How...... Could it be him?

Unaware of my presence, Professor Cheng held his glasses in his right hand and looked up with the others to see where the fire was going. He also had a cowhide briefcase under his left armpit, which I was very impressed, larger than the average size, with a silver wire at the corner, and two marks of being blackened by fire.

This briefcase is Professor Zheng's favorite object, which was issued by the advanced worker unit in a certain year, and it is said that it saved his life. He carries it everywhere he goes, and if he can carry this bag, I will never recognize the wrong person.

Wang Xiaomao saw that I was silent, thinking that I hadn't heard, and pointed again. I slowly raised my head and said to Wang Xiaomao, "This matter is very important, I will ask you again." Is this person who told you clearly that he wants you to break that porcelain jar? ”

Wang Xiaomao thought that I didn't believe him, so he was anxious, and his neck stiffened: "Lie to you as a puppy!" It was this old man who said that as long as I touched the porcelain jar, he would give me a Big Mac Ford. ”

I suddenly frowned, touch?

Not to knock over or shatter, just to touch?

In retrospect, the medicine was just touched, and the blue and white porcelain jar fell to the ground, and the strange parts of it have not yet been discerned. Now it seems that Professor Zheng has long known that there is something wrong with this porcelain jar, and with just one finger, it will fall to the ground, so he will send Wang Xiaomao.

How did he do it? Is there another mystery in this porcelain jar?

More importantly, why did he do it?

I first met Professor Zheng in the office of Liu Ju, an expert in the archaeological identification system. Later, he came to Sifenzhai with medicine, and I learned that he was also a person in the five veins, married to a woman from the medicine family, a character like Keqing, and a teacher of medicine. Later, in the case of "Qingming Riverside Picture", he helped me a lot.

I have the impression that Professor Cheng is a traditional scholar, reserved and low-key, conservative, and somewhat dissatisfied with the commercialization of the Five Pulses Plan, which he thinks is contrary to tradition. However, he was reluctant to say it publicly, and only occasionally showed such emotions when he drank with me. He was saddened by the betrayal of the medicine and had been guilty of not teaching the student well.

How did such an honest man become the instigator of smashing cans? The point is, from this point of view, there must be a confusing relationship between him and the old courtier.

I don't quite believe that all of Professor Cheng's previous actions were disguises. Although I have been betrayed several times when I make a wish, I can't be accurate in my eyes, but whether a person is sincere from the heart can always be perceived.

Wang Xiaomao shouted several times before he woke me up from my delusion. I quickly shook my head and shook the mess as much as I could. At this time, the crowd in front of the small building had already discovered that the fire alarm was false, and returned to the building while complaining, and Professor Zheng also drilled back.

"Uncle, do you want to meet that old man alone?" Wang Xiaomao suddenly asked. I was a little surprised, how did this kid guess? Wang Xiaomao said proudly: "Otherwise, you would have stood up and said hello just now." ”

I laughed, children really can't be underestimated, they have their own set of wisdom. I patted him on the head, "You go back to school, it's none of your business next." Wang Xiaomao said: "That's not good! If you help someone, you have to help to the end. I'll help you trick him out. ”

I was a little angry: "Didn't I tell you? You have to be an honest child, but if you open your mouth and shut up, you are deceiving. Wang Xiaomao said: "Uncle, you are a good person, I can see it." I learn from Lei Feng and help good people do good deeds, it's always okay, right? ”

I was speechless for a moment.

I thought about it for a while, borrowed a page of homework paper and a pencil from Wang Xiaomao's schoolbag, wrote a few lines of words, and handed it to him: "Uncle doesn't want you to deceive people, so it's okay, you give him this note, and it's done." Don't tell me what I look like. ”

Wang Xiaomao took the note and ran over. Through the bushes, I saw Wang Xiaomao running to the door and stopping Professor Zheng who was about to enter the door. Professor Zheng was still a little confused when he took the note, but when he looked at the contents, he was suddenly shocked. He leaned down and asked again and again, Wang Xiaomao just shook his head, and then turned his head and ran. His movements were flexible, and Professor Zheng couldn't catch up at all, so he had to stand in place and look at the note a few more times, and then turned his head into the building, and his steps staggered a little.

In fact, I only wrote one sentence on the note: "If people don't know, they can't do it unless they do", and then left a time and address, without leaving a name.

Asking Wang Xiaomao to deliver the letter is a hint in itself: you bribed others to smash the blue and white porcelain jar of the "Sangu Thatched House" has been exposed. Needless to say, this hint alone was enough to force Professor Zheng to come to this appointment.

The location I chose was near Hanghai Road near Qiutao Road. The history of this Hanghai Road is quite long, there are in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and the earliest is the passage connecting Hangzhou and Haining, which is a slip of sea pond along the Qiantang River. Later, the shoreline was relocated, and the sea pond became a road. To this day, there are still many sea ponds and ancillary relics along this road.

The place where I asked Professor Cheng to meet was at the foot of a section of the remains of a sea pond. There is a Tangwang Temple there, also called the Five Dragons Temple. I'm here because I've heard a legend before. When Qian Miao was repairing the sea pond, this section was repeatedly repaired and destroyed, so he had to cut off his fingers and mix his own blood into the mud before repairing it. Later, the locals built a Tangwang Temple under the pond in this section, which was more effective than other places. If the people have any disputes and disputes, they all come to this temple and ask the king of Tang to adjudicate, which is more effective than the government. A long time ago, there was still a plaque of "Zhengda Guangming" hanging here, which was taken from the yamen, and no one dared to carry it back from the previous county officials.

I think Professor Zheng must have heard this legend and can appreciate the irony of my choice here: the black light is blind, and the light is bright. What kind of mind he has, let King Tang judge.

I sent Wang Xiaomao back to school, and then after a little preparation, I set off for Hanghai Road. Lost in its former seawall landscape, it has been replaced by a large number of construction sites and is about to become a modern urban area. When I came to the vicinity of Qiutao Road, I saw only a ruin in the distance, and I couldn't help but be stunned. I walked closer and inquired with passers-by, only to know that the municipal renovation had been done here recently, and the Tangwang Temple and the surrounding low-rise and dangerous houses had just been demolished and prepared for a new building.

At this time, the sun is setting, and the sky is clear. The old site of Tangwang Temple is already ruined and ruined, and the shadow is stretched by the setting sun, showing the desolation of the passage of time. An excavator hangs down its bucket alone, resting like a tired sword-wielding samurai on the battlefield.

Tangwang Temple has been rebuilt several times, there is nothing real left in it, it is not a cultural relics protection unit, and naturally it cannot be preserved. I walked slowly through the ruins, stopping at a flat foundation. This should be where the former hall is, I raised my head, imagined in my mind the grand occasion of the incense, slightly raised my head to look up at the gradually fading void, as if I saw the "Zhengda Guangming" plaque hanging high in the hall. Black lacquer and gold letters, Xuan He Shengwei.

Hundreds of years ago, it was still a pond embankment close to the riverbank, and now you can only faintly hear the sound of the Qiantang River rushing in the distance. The vicissitudes of the sea, the white clouds and the dogs, under the erosion of the years, nothing is eternal. The country is still like this, not to mention the hearts of the people. It's the 90s of the 20th century, and so many things have changed, both in terms of people and ideas. Even if this plaque is still there, I'm afraid King Tang will not be able to judge the truth and falsehood of this worldly matter, right?

I was pondering when I heard a creaking sound behind me, the sound of footsteps on broken bricks. I turned around and smiled, "Hello, Professor Zheng." ”

The person who came was indeed Professor Zheng, and his eyes were about to jump out of his eyes: "Make a wish? Then he immediately reacted: "You were the one who asked Wang Xiaomao to send the note?" ”

I nodded, but didn't speak, just looked at him silently. He went alone, and brought no one else with him. This area has been almost demolished, the terrain is open, it is clear at a glance, and it is not easy to think about Tibetans.

"How could it be you?" Professor Zheng's eyes began to dodge, and his tone was vague and rootless.

"That's exactly what I'm asking, how could it be you?"

The two questions are exactly the same, but the meanings are very different.

My rhetorical question caused Professor Cheng to take a few steps back, and a strong sense of guilt appeared on his face, like a student caught cheating. He tried to grab his left chest with his right hand several times, but eventually lowered his arm. In the next moment, he frowned, and lost his voice:

"It turns out that the medicine is not the missing companion but you!"

The blue and white porcelain jar was broken, and it must have reached Professor Zheng's ears as soon as possible. The medicine is not caught, he naturally knows it. Now I suddenly appeared in Hangzhou, and I know Wang Xiaomao well. Professor Cheng is a smart man and immediately connected a lot of things – it's best that I don't have to go through a lot of explanations. I stepped forward and stared straight at him with burning eyes, leaving no room for dodge.

"Professor Zheng, I have always treated you as a respectable old-timer, and I have a heart-to-heart relationship with you. Today I hope you will be honest too. ”

Professor Cheng realised that there was simply no room for excuses and cover-ups. He twitched his lips and smiled bitterly: "Yes, the person who instigated Wang Xiaomao to smash the blue and white porcelain jar was me." ”

"So, you're actually an old courtier?" I'm pressing every step of the way.

Professor Zheng was silent, neither denying nor admitting it.

"In the case of "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", I have always been grateful for your extra care of me, providing materials and introducing the library. Now it seems that I am still too naïve, you are not taking care of me, but helping the old courtier. I continued coldly. In that case, I joined forces with Lao Chaofeng and took the same position. No wonder Professor Cheng is so enthusiastic.

Professor Cheng remained silent.

"What you say in front of me that you abide by tradition and stick to the spirit, and what you say that you don't want to see the five veins commercialized, it turns out to be a disgusting lie."

"No, it's not a lie!" Professor Zheng finally couldn't help but raise his hands in annoyance, his jaw shaking from overexcitement, "That's what I think, it has never changed. ”

"With such lofty ideals, why would you be a lackey for a wicked person who makes and sells counterfeits and owes countless lives?" I said loudly, "Do you dare to recite 'remove the false and retain the true' again in front of the five veins?" ”

Professor Zheng's face was flushed, the green tendons on his neck were undulating, and he wanted to open his mouth several times, but he closed his mouth again. It was as if heaven and man were at war in his heart, and two completely different forces were fiercely confronting.

"Xiao Xu, things are not as simple as you think......" he finally just squeezed out the sentence between his teeth.

I sneered: "You used this rhetoric to pull the medicine or go into the water, right?" ”

The betrayal of the medicine is a thorn in my heart and a mystery. It had no warning or logic, like a big truck that was out of control, knocking me off track. After thinking about it, it dawned on me today. Professor Zheng is a teacher of medicine, and he is the only one who can guide, win over and even brainwash medicine.

Lao Chaofeng pulled down Professor Zheng, and Professor Zheng pulled down the medicine again. Although I don't know why this pair of masters and apprentices are so desperate for the old court, they are in collusion, and there is no doubt about it!

But when I looked at Professor Zheng again, my heart suddenly became less certain.

At this time, the sunset had completely sunk below the horizon, leaving only a trace of residual light in the sky, and the outline of Professor Zheng's face began to become obscure. I squinted my eyes and examined the man as closely as I did an antique. His expression was a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness, and even a little aggrieved.

"Could it be the other way around, it's medicine that would have dragged you into the water?" I suddenly asked. Professor Zheng's shoulders drooped slightly, and this small gesture of relief did not escape my eyes.

This is really a bit unexpected, the medicine is actually the dominant one. I thought about it, and that made sense. Yao is a fox life, easy-going on the outside, and very assertive in his heart, no one wants to pinch him. Professor Zheng has a soft personality, and it is not surprising that he is persuaded by drugs.

This master was led by the nose by the apprentice.

Seeing the irony in my eyes, Professor Zheng couldn't help but defend: "I have never taken refuge in the old court, we are just temporarily cooperating for the same goal." Xiao Xu, haven't you also teamed up with him? ”

"I joined forces with him to deal with Barella. What are you joining forces with him for? ”

When Professor Zheng heard this question, he leaned against a half-collapsed brick wall, took off his glasses and wiped them, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Xiao Xu, have you experienced disillusionment and despair?" Have you ever experienced the experience of seeing the most cherished beauty destroyed? ”

I didn't speak because I knew he didn't need my answer. The sky had completely darkened, and heavy curtains hung around the Tangwang Temple.

"I've loved porcelain since I was a child, and I like it so much that I can say I'm crazy. As long as there is porcelain, I can ignore anything else. Fortunately, I grew up in a pharmacist and have the most abundant resources and connections around me. I can see the objects hidden in the Forbidden City; I can touch the unique items in the hands of collectors all over the country; Did you know that there is nothing happier and more pleasant in the world than rubbing the smooth and delicate porcelain surface with your hands and catching its luster and glaze with your eyes? I never thought about possession, the idea was so selfish. Their goodness exists independently of value and should not be desecrated by irrelevant things. As long as they sit in a certain place, and someone takes care of them and someone appreciates them, I'm happy.

"But even such a small wish cannot be fulfilled. Over the years, I have met too many people in this circle and seen too many tragedies, and each time it has broken my vitality. Once an antique shop owner, there was a beloved Chenghua Neifu Doucai Lotus Foot Plate, anti-right year, a person in order to show that he was positive and motivated, and had the courage to criticize the decadent culture, when all living beings were broken. There are only five pieces of this Chenghua lotus foot plate in the world, and only one is left in the country, but since then, none of them have been left, and if you want to see it, you can only go abroad to see it. One of my teachers at Tsinghua University, he studied porcelain all his life and collected more than 100 pieces, all of which are fine. As a result, in six or six years, the four old ones were broken, and the house was raided by the 'Western Correction', and the Red Guards came in and smashed a lot, and the teacher was angry to death on the spot. The rest of the collection was thrown into dust in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. After being rehabilitated in the 80s, the teacher's descendants struggled to find the objects and hired a truck to transport them back to their hometown. As a result, in order to make room for smuggled goods, the driver was so greedy for profit that he moved the packaging without authorization and loaded a lot of groceries on the car. When I got there, I saw that the porcelain had been knocked into a pile of shards - I was almost as angry as the teacher and fell ill.

"These things don't happen once or twice, but countless times, over and over again. Either ruined by politics or corrupted by greed; Either by ignorance or by arrogance. The guilt of people turns out to be borne by these innocent porcelain. I went from sadness to anger at the beginning, from anger to despair. In this country, there are too few people who know how to cherish them, and these fine products will always go through calamity. In times of war, there is a catastrophe, and in peacetime, it is still a catastrophe. Political movements are plagued by disasters, and economic development is also disasters. I have been to several museums in Japan, some public and some private, and the meticulous seriousness and meticulous collection of them are almost impossible to see in China. Be! Many of those collections were plundered from China by the Japanese during the Republic of China, but if they were not plundered, the things would be completely destroyed and gone! Therefore, cultural relics should transcend the country and the times, and it is simply wrong to divide ownership with temporary politics! Nothing else matters, survival is the most fundamental thing! ”

This is the argument of the old pilgrimage, and I am all too familiar with it. The more Professor Cheng spoke, the more excited he became, and the cringe and guilt he felt at the beginning gradually became fanatical. He no longer leaned against the wall, but leaned forward straight, his eyes wide open with excitement, and his arms waved from time to time, as if he were making a speech.

I'm sure he really thinks so. When I had a drink with Professor Cheng before, he had a similar idea. But at that time, I didn't take it to heart, thinking it was just the old man's drunken complaints. Unexpectedly, in his bones, he is actually a porcelain fundamentalist, an idiot, and can ignore everything except porcelain.

No wonder the old Chaofeng was able to hit it off with him.

"Full of fallacies!" I criticized.

Professor Zheng glanced at me and suddenly said, "Why do you think your grandfather Xu Yicheng sent the Buddha's head to Japan?" ”

I was stunned, why did I suddenly get involved in the Buddha's head case? But that's a good question, and I've always had doubts. My grandfather lost his life in order to stop the Japanese from stealing the treasure, but in the end, the Buddha's head was brought back to Japan by Kido Yuzo, and it all seemed to be in vain.

Professor Zheng said: "Because he knew that in China at that time, even if he left the head of the Jade Buddha, he could not keep it. And if you send it to Japan, with the Japanese style of doing things, you will definitely keep the Buddha's head well. Xu Yicheng deliberately wrapped a layer of fake shell around the Buddha's head, the purpose of which was to make the Japanese mistakenly think that it was a fake, and to take it lightly, and it would be easier for him to return to China in the future.

"You see, even a figure like Xu Yicheng thinks that Japan's protection of cultural relics is more reliable than China's, what else do you have to say? It's a pity that Xu Yicheng's nationalism is still too poisoned, and he always thinks about the return of the Buddha's head to China, so he does something to cover the jade in one move. Wouldn't it be better to stay in Japan directly! ”

This reason is nothing more than the cliché of the old courtiers. My grandfather was no such shallow man. I clenched my fists and couldn't help but shout, "This is all what the old courtier said, right?" ”

"That's right! It was he who woke me up, he was my bosom friend, my dream. ”

At this time, Professor Zheng was completely immersed in his own remarks, and the guilt when they first met was completely gone.

"I have never been involved in the sale of counterfeit goods, nor have I ever provided any assistance to the old courtiers in making counterfeits. When I joined, I made an appointment with him, and I never touched the word 'fake', and only helped him collect the real thing. In fact, fakes are all over the world, what does it have to do with me? As long as the real things are left there and unharmed. These things can't be done by the five veins, only the old courtiers can do it. So even if he is heinous, I will help him. You can call me a porcelain guard. ”

I laughed angrily: "You keep saying that you cherish treasures for the sake of the survival of porcelain. But you are scheming and buying a child to smash the blue and white lid jar of the 'Three Visits to the Thatched House' figure, don't you think it's contradictory? ”

Professor Zheng paused, his expression slightly regretful: "This is a rare boutique, it's a pity that it's so broken, and I wouldn't want to do it if I could—however, it's all for a higher goal, and this level of sacrifice is also necessary." ”

"Breaking porcelain for a higher goal? This is simply ridiculous! ”

"That's because you know so little. Standing at different levels, with high and low horizons, the things you see are different! ”

When I heard this, my heart suddenly moved. The outward appearance is still angry, but the emotions have quickly receded. Now that Professor Cheng is in a state of extreme excitement and his rationality has faded, it is a perfect opportunity for clichés.

"Could it be that there is any special connection between these five cans and the old court, so you are desperately trying to destroy them?"

Professor Zheng was unguarded and chattered to himself: "Of course—huh? I didn't think you'd already found five cans. This must have been the drug, not the kid's discovery, right? That kid had no interest in porcelain, which was a shame for the medicine family. ”

"What is the connection? Why is the old courtier so afraid of the existence of these five cans? Who the hell is he? I kept asking questions, not allowing him a chance to think. At the same time, the body steps forward, the neck is stretched forward, and the eyes are looking directly.

This is an oppressive action that will have a strong urging effect on the other person. Professor Cheng is not a conspirator, he is just a brainwashed porcelain nerd who is easily receptive to hints. Especially since just now, I have been in a state of self-obsession, and my resistance to this kind of urging is weaker, and I almost have to answer all questions.

He heard my question, and almost without thinking, opened his mouth to answer.

But as soon as he spit out a muffled sound, suddenly his tone changed, and a ** flew out of his mouth, and then the whole person collapsed to the ground softly and fainted.

This sudden change caught me off guard. I was only less than a second away from the truth of the old court, and I couldn't help but be angry and annoyed, and I took a few steps forward to see why Professor Zheng suddenly fainted.

Because of the demolition of the Tangwang Temple, the street lamps have not yet been installed, and it is very dark as soon as the sun sets. Fortunately, the moonlight was still good tonight, and I walked forward by the moonlight, when suddenly a strong sense of crisis struck. I stopped just in time, narrowed my eyes, and saw a figure emerge from behind Professor Zheng, as if it had been separated from the darkness of the night.

"Oops, my teacher is just too good at talking. Fortunately, my buddy came along, otherwise it would have been troublesome. ”

Hearing this familiar voice, my facial muscles twitched, and my mood turned upside down.

Otherwise, he still looks cynical, wearing a pure white sports T-shirt, one hand in his jeans, and the other hand is still in the posture of a hand knife. Just now, he appeared behind Professor Zheng, and when he saw that he was about to reveal the secret of the old court, he unceremoniously gave his teacher a hand knife and knocked him unconscious.

The two of us looked at each other for a moment, but neither of us spoke, because neither of us knew how to speak.

was silent for two minutes, and in the end, he couldn't hold back the medicine first, and laughed out loud: "Don't be so bitter and hateful, buddies will be very red when they meet." ”

I snorted, but I didn't say anything.

How should I react? Do you pounce on him and fight him to death, or ask him if the injuries in the Kowloon Walled City have healed? This guy is my brother, my adversary, my benefactor, and my enemy. If it were possible, the last thing I wanted to face would be this bastard.

Yao Ran raised his right hand: "Don't worry about it, buddy is really not chasing you this time." I heard that Mr. Zheng didn't look right when he went out in a hurry, so I didn't feel at ease, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect to see you here - wish, how are you doing? ”

"Not good. I was tracking down the identity of the old courtier, but I was intercepted. ”

Yao Else didn't mind my sarcasm, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and slammed his fist: "Yes! I said, why did you appear in Hangzhou, you must have met my brother Yao, right? Before I could speak, he added, "The Hangzhou Expo has been making trouble for a long time, and the two of you made it up. What do you think? My brother is a very difficult person to associate with, right? He's not as easy-going as buddies. ”

My expression moved, and I listened to his tone, as if the old courtier had intervened in this matter.

"Isn't the medicine how's going now?"

Yao Ran sighed: "What else, I was caught red-handed." Fortunately, someone from the Five Veins happened to be at the scene and recognized his identity at a glance. However, the jar is too expensive, and the amount of money involved is too large, it is enough to qualify as a criminal case, even the Shen family can't hold it. My brother should be detained in the police station now. ”

I was shocked, is the criminal case so serious? It can't be medicine, otherwise it will be bad in secret, right?

Facing my suspicious eyes, the medicine was a little aggrieved. He scratched his head and said with a little distress, "Tsk, I feel like I'm a villain." That's my brother, okay? Even if I have a different position, I won't take the initiative to harm him. ”

"It's hard to say." I sneered.

"Oh, I'll tell you! I am not responsible for smashing the lid of the 'Sangu Thatched House', it is Mr. Zheng who is responsible for it. Unexpectedly, the people he arranged didn't succeed, but instead involved my brother. As soon as I heard the news, I immediately rushed over from other places, and I arrived in Hangzhou in the afternoon. I was going to sneak my brother out and leave, but I didn't expect to bump into you. ”

"That is to say, the old courtier doesn't know that you came to Hangzhou?" I'm going to suspect that this guy is acting on his own.

Yao Otherwise, he glanced at Professor Zheng, who was unconscious: "Of course, no one knows." If it weren't for the fact that my teacher got carried away and almost revealed the identity of the old courtier, I would have eavesdropped on it for a while and then withdrew—do you think I wanted to see you? Every time I see it, I have a stinky face. ”

I suddenly found out that Yao Otherwise, he hadn't mentioned Wei Hui's matter. It seems that he didn't lie to me, this trip was a private action, and the old Chaofeng didn't know about it. But I didn't take it lightly. This guy looks kind, but he has several lives on his back, and he doesn't even show any mercy for dealing with his teacher.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, I just knocked him unconscious, and I didn't kill anyone." Otherwise, the medicine will be aggrieved again and again.

"It's no different from killing him. The Professor Zheng I know is a good and honest person, and you have brainwashed him into some virtue. ”

Yao Otherwise, he was a little annoyed, and pointed at Professor Zheng: "Blame buddy for this?" Do you know who his father is? His father's name is Zheng Anguo! ”

I didn't react to the name at once, but after thinking about it carefully, I suddenly understood.

There are four stories in Yaolai's oil paintings, the story of the azure glazed horseshoe-shaped water bowl, in which Zheng Anguo plays an important role. He was obsessed with porcelain, and did not hesitate to exchange the last bit of rations for water bowls, and in the end, the whole family starved to death, leaving only one son to be taken to Beijing by Yaolai. It turned out that this son was Professor Zheng. No wonder he grew up in a medicine family, and his personality is the same as his father's, so obsessed with porcelain, even to the point of madness.

Genetics are really tough.

Yao Otherwise, when he saw my reaction, he nodded and said, "If you join forces with my brother, you will naturally have heard the story of the azure glazed horseshoe-shaped water bowl." But he only knows one thing, not the other. You know what? Lao Zheng's family was in Changchun back then, and his nickname was Xixiang Zheng. Because one of their family's most famous collections is the blue and white 'Legend of the West Chamber' character cover jar, burning incense and worshipping the moon, which is known throughout the city. ”

My throat was dry all at once. This is, the third figure lid jar!

In addition to "Guiguzi Descending the Mountain" and "Three Visits to the Thatched House", there is also a "West Chamber"! The third figure jar finally reveals its mysterious corner.

I didn't expect it to be so deeply related to Professor Zheng.

Yao said: "My grandfather went to Changchun, in fact, the biggest purpose was not the water bowl, but to find this jar." It's a pity that Zheng Anguo refused, and said that he had already sold it to others. My grandfather was very skeptical, with Zheng's obsession with porcelain, how could it be easily sold? What's more, there are no secrets in the antique market, how can there be no rumors about such a large object? It's a pity that before he can figure it out, Zheng Anguo is dead, and it becomes a mystery who the jar sold to - at least for the five veins. ”

I listened to his tone, it seemed that there was something to follow, and I was about to ask in detail, but I waved my hand and said, "Hey, it's too much, don't mention it." Make a wish, let me tell you, the water in the five cans is too deep, it's better not to touch it. ”

"It's none of your business." I pushed it back.

Yao Otherwise, he stomped his feet, and hated that iron could not become steel: "I said make a wish, the old court was going to see you, you said that you went around in such a big circle, didn't you still want to see him?" Isn't this taking off your pants and farting? ”

"I'm not trying to see him, I'm trying to find him out, expose him to broad daylight, and accept the law. I want his forgery empire to fall apart and no longer be able to poison the world. I said word by word, and then made a decisive gesture, "Otherwise, we are destined to be hostile to each other because of our opposite ideas." You're either here to kill me, or I'm not going to stop. ”

"You guy, you're really too much of a threat to us. You're right, I should do it now and kill you! ”

As soon as the words fell, the medicine or his feet moved, and the whole person rushed over, and rushed to the door in front of me in an instant. At this distance, I could clearly see his eyes, full of murderous aura, like a ferocious and fierce wolf.

With the medicine or otherwise, I really don't need to fight back or dodge. I simply closed my eyes and didn't move. But the attack did not appear, and the murderous aura disappeared all at once. Yao Otherwise, he took a few steps back, spread his hands, and said indignantly: "You are cheating!" ”

"Since you can't kill me, you can't stop me." I replied lightly.

Otherwise, he was so angry that he turned around a few times, raised his legs several times to leave, tilted his head and thought about it, but still sighed and turned his head and said, "This time I came out privately, and the old Chaofeng didn't know." But sooner or later, he will realize that you are the one who is secretly assisting my brother. Once you've dipped five cans, the people who come to you aren't as polite and friendly as I am. ”

"Who?"

"I can't say. Anyway, stop it. ”

"It's up to you to stop. How long are you going to lie in this filthy mud pit? I asked aloud.

Dark Chinese Medicine's expression was ambiguous, but his answer was not hesitating: "The poison of man, the nectar of mine." It's buddy's own choice, you don't understand. ”

His tone was nonchalant and seemed like an answer.

I was outraged by his attitude. This bastard has betrayed him, but he still refuses to explain the reason for his betrayal. I don't know what he's holding on to, what he's trying to do, I just want to beat him up right now.

"Then we will have a safe future, life and death are up to us." I threw out a sentence, turned around and left.

"You guy......" Pills seemed to have lost his patience, he raised his arm and put it down again, "Forget it, it's okay with you - hey, look this way." "His move was quite unexpected to me, and I couldn't help but stop and see what tricks he played.

"I'll give you a friendly hint, as for what you can realize, it's up to you to create it yourself."

"Would you be so kind?"

"Hmph, I can't stop you anyway, so let it be. I'd like to see how far you can go! ”

Otherwise, he bent down, and there was a creaking and grinding sound in the darkness, as if he had taken something sharp and carved words on the brick wall. After a while, he finished carving and slapped his face: "Remember, we have never met this time." After speaking, he leaned over and picked up the unconscious Professor Zheng, and walked out crookedly, sighing as he walked: "I have to carry it back first, alas, what do you say I am trying to ......do?"

I stood in front of the temple with mixed feelings in my heart. This sudden meeting ended so abruptly. Far from answering my doubts, it opened up more mysteries. I raised my head, even if the Tang God was here, I am afraid that I would not be able to tell the right from the wrong.

I don't know when, the fog in the Qiantang River quietly spread here, drowning the ruins in a faint mist. I felt a little depressed in my chest, and I had nowhere to express it, and walked to the half-brick wall to see what was engraved.

There was not enough light, and I had to light a match to barely see through. A few words are written crookedly on the top with red bricks: "Shaoxing, Bazi Bridge".

In the distance, the voice of Yao Ran suddenly flew from the mist again: "By the way, I would like to remind you, if you encounter someone who calls himself the Willow Battalion, be careful." ”