C8 Missing Owners
When a man buys a woman, usually the first thing he does is exercise his "right" --
She was apprehensive, but it was clear that he was in no hurry to exercise his rights.
However, since the autumn was so long, they couldn't afford to wait for lunch after breakfast.
"Yuqi, are you going to appreciate the painting?"
Just a painting!
Could it be that in this era, there really was a small whirlwind of firewood entering or Meng Jun tasting?
However, no one had ever mentioned a restaurant owner or a restaurant owner.
He led the way.
She followed.
Around the corner, there was a large room. It was spacious, airy, and elegant. A wall of paintings.
As far as Li Si, Zhang Liang, Yang Xiong, Sima Xian, Cai Yong, Cao Zhi, Ji Kang, Xiang Xiu, Shan Tao, Ruan Yao, even Wang Xizhi, Gu Kaizhi …
As though he was in a dream, he stared at the bills on the wall.
"Yuqi, do you understand?"
She shook her head honestly. "If I had such a painting, I wouldn't have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of my life."
It was his turn to be surprised.
At that time, antiquities and antiques were not worth that much.
She added: "Such a painting, such as Cao Zhi's, would probably sell for several million in the modern world because of his fame. "Oh yeah, there's also the Han Wu Emperor and Cao Cao, they're selling for at least ten million …"
A strange look appeared in his eyes.
Lan Yu immediately came to her senses. She had said it herself, but he didn't understand!
Suddenly, he asked a strange question: "Ten million copper coins? "Or silver?"
"Ten million yuan, dollars, or euros."
A thoughtful expression appeared between his brows.
She smiled. "This is the measurement of our world …" He did some mental calculations. If the scales were the same, one tael of gold was 10 grams. According to the current international prices, one tael of gold would be around 3,500 yuan. 10 million RMB, about 3000 gold.
He was obviously shocked. At that time, no one would spend three thousand gold to buy a painting, not even Cao Cao.
"Jade. As far as I know, even though there are many scholars in the Southern Dynasty, there is no such price for calligraphy and paintings."
"No, I'm not from the Southern Dynasty."
She did not intend to continue, but he did not ask.
"Do you know all these people?"
She nodded and smiled.
He saw this secretly giggling in his eyes. It was a type of girl's mischief. He casually pointed to a script hanging in front of him. The seal with the two words' Cheng Miaomiao 'could clearly be seen.
This name was a bit unfamiliar, it didn't have any big name.
"Do you know this one?"
"Cheng Miaomiao?!" I know. He was a disciple of the Qin Dynasty and had been imprisoned because he had offended the First Emperor. Cheng Miaomiao saw that it was very troublesome to write in seal characters on the prison official's token at that time, so he made the changes. He reduced the complexity to simplicity, made it round to square, and created a new type of character. Qin Shi Huang looked on with admiration, not only had he been pardoned for his crimes, but he had also given him the title of censor. "Because Cheng Miaomiao was a disciple and was originally dedicated to his use, he called this book a script."
He was listening intently, his eyes suddenly somewhat confused, "Speak of the Jade? Who are you?"
It was a murderous aura!
Lan Yu's heart went cold. This was an instinctive reaction, so she took a step back.
"Yuchang, this is the first time I've seen a woman who can completely recognize them!"
This voice was so gentle, it made her think that the murderous light in her eyes before was just an illusion.
"If you like, these are yours."
Lan Yu's mouth was wide open in disbelief.
"It's really mine?"
His appearance was extremely laughable.
"Ha, if there is so much gold in a painting, can you exchange it for a mountain of gold?"
She laughed out loud. With so many antiques flowing out at once, the black market value would drop. Of course he didn't have the ability to buy gold.
He was only happy that this person was also humorous.
"Gourmet, I still have a lot of good things for you to see these past few days."
Her eyebrows rose, and by the time she heard the rain outside the window, it was far away.
It was the beginning of a kind of luxury.
Anyone who has ever kept a bird knows that if you want a bird to obey you, you must cut off its wings before you do so.
Family support, will not be able to fly away, because, will not be able to withstand the rain and the wind.
Suddenly life was so happy and peaceful.
Geller was an interesting person. He admired paintings, and also had a zither. He couldn't even play any music, but he had a good collection; neither could Blue Jade, but her pleasure lay in assessing the value of the artifacts.
Chattering to Döller.
He was the best listener.
It was an extremely pleasant feeling to open your eyes and listen to the rain or the morning sun without worrying about your salary or rent.
For three whole days, peace and joy, food, clothing, and the use of a princess.
In his dreams, he had forgotten the way to escape.
He disappeared every evening, and Bluejade never even knew which room he lived in.
After escaping the initial fear, a new uneasiness was added.
With such a concubine yet to see the truth, what could she possibly be?
On the fourth day, the weather was sunny and the autumn air felt good.
She woke very early.
She rubbed her eyes and felt vexed. In this world, there was a price to be paid for any benefits.
But why was there no movement from him?
Three nights, a man to his own money to buy the woman, did not have the "incriminating act", the first night can be called a gentleman, after that?
She looked at her water caltrop glasses. Was her appearance really too unbefitting?
She became suspicious and began to put on makeup.
Her eyebrows were green like willow leaves.
Her lips were a little cherry red.
Her face was like that of a fan, and her eyes were bright.
Mother Song standing at the side said, "Miss, you are so beautiful."
It was the first time that she had received such praise in a foreign world. She felt a bit refreshed and thanked him.
She went out dressed as if she thought she would startle the man.
This morning, however, he was not there.
If she put it on the table earlier, everyone would serve her.
"And Mr. Portugal?"
Everyone shook their heads, but no one replied.
Blue Jade was a bit panicky, just like a golden silk bird in a cage, discovering that its owner had suddenly disappeared. What would he eat and wear in the future? Only then did he remember that he had not purposely tried to please his parents.
Throughout the morning, he returned to his room with no sense of taste or dizziness.
The box with the golden leaves was full and there it was on the dresser.
The clean shirt and jacket were also on the side.
She grabbed a handful of golden leaves and put them in her pocket, repeating them until all the bags were heavy. He also took some jewelry.
When she went out, she saw that the yellow lightning claw was in the stable, completely cleaned. The coachman, Old Zhao respectfully asked, "Miss, do you want to use a horse?"
There was no restriction on his freedom!
She rolled her eyes and rode her yellow lightning claw. She could fly as far as she wanted.
She mounted the horse and whipped it.
The autumn air was fresh, the grass was warm, and even the fruits that covered the mountains were heavy and red citrus.
She ran to it. It was empty, and the labourers were at the foot of the hill in front of her.
She got off the horse and let it ride and stretched her arms out on the grass.
After a moment, he looked around to make sure that no one was following him.
After digging a hole and burying the gold leaf and jewels, he made a mark that only he would be able to understand.
In the days that followed, there was no sign of him.
He was just like an emperor. Perhaps there were three thousand harem, but this place was just a corner of the iceberg.
Who would wait for his favor?
No one questioned her whereabouts either. He served her respectfully as usual.
On the fifth day, he could not hold on any longer.
The first thing he did when he woke up was to open the jewelry box.
The jewelry was the largest, and she almost lost her eyesight as she wore it on her hands, neck, and in the mirror. It was like seeing the rich ladies of the high officials in the literary and art films.
She had changed her clothes, her shirt, jacket, and jeans. Her boots were polished, and her hair was tied up in a high ponytail.
Mrs Song was still respectful, "Miss, what would you like to eat for lunch?"
She shook her head.
Perhaps he would never return at noon.
She grabbed Yellow Flyer's claw and left.
After wandering around outside for a long time, he still hadn't returned even after the sun had set.
When the sun set, she could no longer hold it in and wanted to gallop away, she looked at the necklace hanging around her neck and felt a bit depressed. It was all too easy, even the stars in the sky could do it.
Forget it, modern women were still suitable for him to fight with.
She gritted her teeth and pulled the reins.
