Approaching the Spring Festival of Wuwu year, Qin Beiyang, which lurked in Longxi Hall, sent away the treacherous six years of the Republic of China, 1917, ushering in the magnificent seven years of the Republic of China, 1918.

Xiao Nian, in Beijing, is the twenty-third day of the lunar month. Another batch of goods came in from Longxitang, and Qin Beiyang carried them with the guys. Although it was a cold day, the heavy cargo made people sweat profusely. He simply took off his padded jacket, leaving only a close-fitting shoulder.

The hall master Li Botong was directing the transportation, and unexpectedly saw the Hetian warm blood jade on Qin Beiyang's chest, and immediately called him into the house.

The old antique dealer lit the lamp, took out a magnifying glass, and took a closer look, and was surprised: "It's actually a real thing!" Where did you get that? ”

Qin Beiyang regretted for a while, he should have hidden this jade pendant, how could he let Li Botong see it?

"If you go back to the shopkeeper, this is a small ancestor, and it was worn around the neck when it was born."

All the treasures in and out of Longxi Hall, including fakes and waste products, are clear in Li Botong's mind, there is no such Hetian warm blood jade, at least it was not stolen by this little guy "Li Longyi" in the mansion.

"Aren't you a descendant of craftsmen? Where did this heirloom come from? ”

"This ...... I'm really embarrassed, people say that family ugliness should not be publicized, since you always want to hear it, I will also pour beans from the bamboo tube-" Qin Beiyang couldn't expose the tomb of the Tang Dynasty in Bailuyuan, and instantly made up the script, "When the little grandfather was young, he worked as a long-term worker in the palace in Beijing, and had a male and female affair with the prince's side Fujin. That Fang Fujin was seriously ill and had a thin face, and before he died, he secretly gave this blood jade to his little grandfather. ”

Although he is a bull with a lot of brains, he has been good at imagination since he was a child, and he loves to listen to comments, so such stories naturally come to his mouth.

Li Botong was suspicious: "Fortunately, the Qing Dynasty is dead, otherwise this filthy matter of stealing chickens and dogs will spread out, and you will have to kill the head of your whole family!" Do you know the origin of this blood jade? ”

Faced with the questioning of the master of Longxi Hall, Qin Beiyang could only pretend to be stupid: "My grandfather didn't say much. The shopkeeper, you are the master of the antique shop, you give the small pointers? ”

Li Botong has a good face, so he couldn't help coaxing, and picked up the tone: "Do you know Yuqin?" ”

"I know a little bit about it."

"It's jade with color, like silk and cotton wool. Yellow Qin is called Tuqin, white is Shuiqin, green is copper Qin, black is mercury Qin, and purple red is blood Qin! Also known as blood ancient, most of them are burial goods in ancient tombs, jade is infiltrated by bones, color liquid, pigments, lime, red paint, wood, soil, and over time it becomes scarlet, jujube skin red, sauce purple spots, etc., it takes at least 700 years or more. ”

Qin Beiyang knew that it had aroused Li Botong's appetite, so he pushed the boat down the river and asked, "How old do you think I have been in this piece of jade?" ”

"This piece of blood jade is not ordinary, I see it for more than a thousand years! And the blood here is not any other impurities, but pure child's blood. ”

"Child's blood?"

My father said that some feng shui masters or Taoist priests like to use the blood of the boy to drive away evil spirits and take refuge, because the boy's yang essence has not been discharged, which can be described as pure yang to rigidity. There is also a saying in the countryside that it would be most auspicious to find eight boy men to carry the coffin for burial.

In an instant, Qin Beiyang's face flashed in his mind, no, it was the face of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty.

"Li Longyi! I want to buy this jade pendant, can you make a price? ”

Qin Beiyang's words made Qin Beiyang unexpected, and he felt a chill in his heart, and he could only carry it to the end: "Shopkeeper, this is a small heirloom, it must not be sold to others, and I will take it to my grandfather to pad the coffin board." ”

"Phew! That's a terrible thing! Don't give a shame. ”

Li Botong patted the table, which always reminded Qin Beiyang of Ouyang Sicong of Dharma Mountain on the sea.

"The little ones are forgiven!"

"How about five hundred silver dollars? If you nod your head, I will take the money from the account office now, pay the money with one hand, and deliver the goods with the other, and you can buy a courtyard house in the city of Beijing!" ”

"The Shopkeeper's ......"

Qin Beiyang thought that he couldn't stay in this place, and was about to flee, lest Li Botong couldn't buy it and rob it, these guys didn't have a king's law.

Suddenly, there was a report of a VIP visiting. Li Botong said with a pale face: "Li Longyi, give me an answer tomorrow morning!" Do it for yourself! ”

Holding the Hetian warm blood jade covering his chest, Qin Beiyang resignedly withdrew, just bumping into the guest, who seemed to be a little familiar - a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a long shirt and horse coat, looking like a ragged aristocrat common in the capital.

Qin Beiyang recognized this face.

Two years ago, on the New Year's Day of the fifth year of the Republic of China, when Yuan Shikai was just proclaimed emperor, someone came to Camel Village on the outskirts of Beijing, took a cart of coffins, falsely claimed to be the son of the former Qing Shangshu, and hired Qin's father and son to help him find a tomb near Biyun Temple in Xiangshan. On a snowy night in Xiangshan, two assassins popped out of the coffin and almost took Qin Beiyang's life.

It's this face, the soles of the feet were oiled at that time, and now they appear in Longxi Hall, there must be something strange!

The visiting "VIPs" claimed to be in the middle of the road, so they had to sell their ancestral treasures. He opened a wooden box, revealing a beautiful carved wooden Buddha statue.

"The utensils are exquisite, the law is solemn, isn't it a treasure of the Liao Dynasty? It's like a real person. ”

Li Botong is keen on distinguishing authenticity and dynastic.

The guest nodded and said, "Master Li is amazing!" According to the late father, the appearance of this wood-carved Buddha statue is an imitation of Xiao Yanyan, the empress dowager of the Liao Kingdom. ”

Li Botong couldn't help but touch the lips of the Buddha statue and noticed that the three fingers were repaired later. He couldn't put down the treasure, and it was sold on the spot for a thousand oceans.

Qin Beiyang couldn't startle the snake, let alone be recognized by the other party, so he hid behind the hall to observe - this wood carving Buddha statue of the Liao Dynasty was the cultural relics stolen from Damo Mountain on the sea two months ago, the original collection of Ouyang Sicong, and the three fingers of the Buddha statue were repaired by himself.

This person must be related to the assassin, I'm afraid that he came for the coffin of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty?

The uninvited guest received a thousand oceans of cash and left. Qin Beiyang quietly followed behind, wanting to see where his lair was? Or take a chance to secretly capture him for interrogation.

Unexpectedly, in the cave of the city gate of Desheng Gate, a small car came speeding and knocked the man head-on.

Blood flew in the sky, and pedestrians screamed in avoidance. The car that caused the accident escaped without a trace. It must be a premeditated homicide, disguised as a traffic hit-and-run. The streets were empty, just waiting for the police to deal with them. Qin Beiyang squatted down and found that the other party still had his last breath.

He asked in the ear of the dying man, "Who sent you?" ”

"Too ...... Too white ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the man coughed up a few mouthfuls of black blood in his lungs and died.

Qin Beiyang closed the eyes of the deceased and looked at the tower of Desheng Gate. Tonight, something big is going to happen.

Too white?

(Just a hint, this is the second time the word "too white" appears in this book, where was the last time?) ）