Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

Mr. Qi stood in the treasure house, his eyes flashing with excitement.

The shelves around are filled with all kinds of rare treasures, including ancient bronzes, warm and delicate jades, and colorful porcelains. Each piece seems to be telling an ancient and mysterious story.

He was always known for his intelligence and wisdom, but at this moment he was a little at a loss.

Those treasures exuded such a fascinating charm that he didn't know where to start appreciating them.

His eyes wandered among these treasures like an adventurer lost in a treasure maze.

Just as his eyes were attracted by a rhinoceros-shaped object and he couldn't help but reach out to pick it up for careful examination, a big, fat hand suddenly slapped his hand away.

Lin Dafu came closer with his round body, and said with a face full of reproach: "Old Qi, look at how impatient you are! These are all treasures, you can't touch them carelessly."

As he spoke, he handed Mr. Qi a pair of white silk gloves. The texture of the gloves was soft and as delicate as clouds.

Mr. Qi looked up at Lin Dafu, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Then he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up and praised him, "Professional!"

He took the gloves and put them on carefully, looking very cautious, which was very different from his usual calm personality.

After putting on gloves, he took the rhinoceros in front of him in his hands and examined it over and over again.

Sometimes he squinted his eyes and carefully examined the patterns on the rhino's body; sometimes he gently touched it with his fingers to feel its texture; sometimes he held the rhino in front of his eyes, trying to find some hidden clues from all angles.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes revealed confusion. It was obvious that the difficulty of identifying this treasure exceeded his expectations.

Looking at Mr. Qi's conflicted look, Lin Dafu straightened his back proudly, and his round belly swayed slightly with his movements.

He deliberately cleared his throat and raised his voice to say, "Old Qi, do you know what this is?"

His tone was full of confidence, like a master who possessed exclusive secrets.

Mr. Qi shook his head helplessly and replied with some annoyance, "Fatty, I really don't know. I can only tell that it's from the Han Dynasty. As for the rest, I can't tell."

He paused, then continued, "Every profession has its own expertise. Please teach me!"

His attitude was very humble, completely different from his usual arrogance.

Hearing that Mr. Qi, who always compared himself to Zhuge Kongming, was going to teach him, Lin Dafu's chest puffed out even higher, as if he had become an existence that surpassed Zhuge Kongming.

He said proudly, "This thing in your hand is priceless. It's a rhinoceros horn inlaid with gold, silver and bronze from the Western Han Dynasty."

"This is a rare treasure, but a single piece of this kind is not suitable as a betrothal gift to His Majesty. You should put it back."

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, and his eyes revealed a hint of disdain for Mr. Qi!

Who is this? Your Majesty is choosing single items for your wedding!

"I'll pick out some nice things for you, my student."

Lin Dafu said this and walked forward with his somewhat clumsy steps.

Mr. Qi listened to his words and did not argue. He just nodded silently and gently put down the gold, silver and bronze rhinoceros urn in his hand.

He smiled and said to Lin Dafu, "Then I really must learn from you as my teacher today."

"please!"

Lin Dafu raised his head proudly and took Mr. Qi to two jade cups covered with glass.

The glass cover sparkled in the candlelight, as if it was covering the jade cup with a layer of mysterious gauze.

Lin Dafu pointed at the jade cup, his eyes gleaming as he said, "See? This pair of things is suitable for His Majesty's betrothal gift. What do you, a bookworm, know? Betrothal gifts must come in pairs. Who would use a single treasure as a betrothal gift?"

His voice echoed in the treasure room, carrying a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Hearing Lin Dafu's words, Mr. Qi's slightly furrowed brows relaxed. He thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That makes sense. I've really learned a lot today."

He took two steps forward, approached the glass cover, and looked at the pair of jade cups carefully, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Then may I ask, Mr. Lin, what treasure is this?" There was a hint of respect in his tone.

Hearing Mr. Qian's humble attitude, Lin Dafu was overjoyed.

He patted his chest and said loudly, "This thing has a great origin."

He paused deliberately, as if to whet Mr. Qi's appetite.

Then he continued, "This pair is from the Western Han Dynasty jade cups. Do you know what jade cups are?"

There was a hint of mystery in his eyes.

Mr. Qi shook his head, his eyes full of anticipation. Seeing this, Lin Dafu grew even more proud. He raised his voice and said, "Jade cups were used to collect dew in the Western Han Dynasty. They were used by the emperors of the Western Han Dynasty. They're a perfect pair. Do you think it would be honorable to give them to His Majesty as a betrothal gift?"

As he spoke, he gestured in the air with his hands, as if he had already seen the satisfied expression on His Majesty's face when he received the betrothal gift.

Mr. Qi smiled and nodded, with approval in his eyes.

"Mr. Lin, what you said makes sense. Can you pick a few more?" There was a hint of request in his words.

Lin Dafu was flattered to the point of being dizzy, like a blown-up balloon, floating in the air and not knowing what was going on.

He took Mr. Qi around the treasure house, introducing his favorite items one by one.

Each piece is a pair of fine products. Some are exquisite jade pendants with lines as delicate as hair, as if carrying the traces of time; some are delicate gold ornaments, shining brightly under the light, and every detail demonstrates the superb skills of the craftsmen; and there are also ancient calligraphy and paintings. Although the paper has yellowed, the brush and ink on it are still vivid and fresh, as if they can bring people into another time and space.

Mr. Qi felt that looking at a large pile of labeled things, he felt that it was enough.

But unexpectedly, Lin Dafu was still relentless, like a child immersed in his own world, constantly showing off his treasures.

Finally, when Mr. Qi asked people to move things, they took away ten boxes of treasures.

When the boxes were carried away, Lin Dafu was still standing by, watching with a happy face.

Before leaving, Lin Dafu generously gave him two boxes of gold bars and two boxes of silver bars.

The gold and silver bars sparkled with the unique light of wealth, as if they were Lin Dafu's last pride.

When Mr. Qi and his motorcade left, the lively scene gradually quieted down.

Lin Dafu, who was praised to the extreme, slowly regained his sanity, and his heart, which was originally filled with vanity, began to become empty.

He thought of the empty shelves in the warehouse and the ten boxes of treasures that Mr. Qi took away emerged in his mind. For a moment, he felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest and he almost couldn't breathe.

His eyes widened, and he shouted with regret on his face, "Damn it, Lao Qi! You've tricked me again!"

His voice echoed in the room, revealing endless sadness.

Lin Dafu, who was cheated, was in tears.

Looking around, there was no one I could cry to.