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It turned out that what Liao Fan exchanged for more than 150 antique books was actually the "Book of Music" which had been lost in the late Qin Dynasty.

How famous is this? You must have heard of the term "Four Books and Five Classics". You should know that before the "Book of Music" was damaged and lost, it should have been "Four Books and Six Classics".

In other words, "The Book of Music" can be compared with "The Book of Songs", "The Book of History", "The Book of Rites", "The Book of Changes" and "The Spring and Autumn Annals".

But now, Liao Fan has incomplete "Six Classics".

Not only that, although he is not sure at the moment, Liao Fan has a feeling that the "Book of Music" he exchanged this time is not a fragmentary copy like the "Book of Documents", but a complete set.

This is even more terrible.

Liao Fan finally understood why Tang Zhenguo was in such a hurry and ran away from home so late at night.

If these bamboo slips were real, he would probably become famous because of them, and would more likely leave a significant mark in history.

And for an 80-year-old man, this kind of thing is much more attractive than any power or wealth.

Therefore, early the next morning, Tang Zhenguo called a master of ancient book restoration who was also in Hong Kong.

Liao Fan didn't hear the content of the phone call, but the result was that in less than an hour, Tang Zhenguo's old friend came to the door of Liao Fan's villa with a young man.

Pushing open the door, Zhu Zhenghao moved swiftly from the passenger seat to the back and opened the door for his teacher.

Being able to become a disciple of this old gentleman, Zhu Zhenghao must have extremely high vision and insight.

Supporting his teacher, Zhu Zhenghao walked into the villa step by step, but then his face turned a little bad, because until now no housekeeper or servant came out to lead the way.

Seeing that 5 minutes had passed, Huang Bingzhong was fine, still looking kindly at the green plants at the gate of the courtyard, but Zhu Zhenghao's face had turned a little dark.

But before he could get angry, he saw a very ordinary-looking young man, wearing the most ordinary home clothes, walking out in slippers.

In fact, it was not that Liao Fan intentionally neglected Huang Bingzhong. It was just a coincidence. Just now, he was standing in front of the cloakroom, fiddling with the full-length mirror for a long time, but couldn't figure out how to lock it.

Therefore, it was delayed for a few minutes, otherwise the master and disciple would not have been waiting at the gate of the courtyard.

After opening the iron gate of the villa, Liao Fan warmly and politely welcomed Master Huang Bingzhong and his apprentice into the villa. As for Zhu Zhenghao who followed behind them, to be honest, Liao Fan didn't even look at him.

He is just a young apprentice. Tang Zhenguo introduced this old friend of his to Liao Fan last night.

Huang Bingzhong loves being a teacher the most, so he has about ten apprentices, including those who are nominally his apprentices and have actually become his disciples.

But this made Zhu Zhenghao, who was following behind, very angry. Looking at Liao Fan who was walking in front and talking and laughing with his master, Zhu Zhenghao's eyes were full of frustration and a hint of jealousy.

Liao Fan didn't know what Zhu Zhenghao behind him was thinking, and before he knew it, he and Huang Bingzhong had arrived at the study.

While waiting for the two of them, Liao Fan, under the command of Tang Zhenguo, had moved all the scattered bamboo slips in the secret room to the study floor. After all, the things in the secret room were not convenient for outsiders to see.

When he saw the floor of the study filled with bamboo slips, a hint of surprise first appeared in his eyes, and then it was replaced by ecstasy.

Just as Tang Zhenguo thought, for a figure of Huang Bingzhong's status, power, fame, and wealth no longer have any substantive meaning, because they have already obtained them long ago.

What they want to do now is to make a breakthrough and prove themselves. It would be even more perfect if they could leave a mark in history.

Huang Bingzhong hurriedly put the tool kit in his hand aside and jumped directly into the bamboo slips to check them one by one.

When Zhu Zhenghao came, he actually didn't know what they were going to do this time. He just heard his master say that he was brought here to broaden his horizons.

But when he saw the large pile of bamboo slips on the ground, there was no joy or excitement in his eyes, but instead a hint of irritation and helplessness.

At such a young age, how could he really be as focused and meticulous in restoring ancient books as his master and several senior brothers and sisters did?

In addition to his unique talent, there were actually some coincidental reasons why he became Huang Bingzhong's last disciple.

Therefore, when he saw the bamboo slips on the ground and learned that he had to repair all of them, he immediately felt it was very troublesome.

But what can I do about the trouble? This is my job.

Looking at the master and apprentice who had already entered the working state, Liao Fan got up and returned to the living room, preparing tea for them while chatting with Tang Zhenguo.

"Tang Lao, is it really okay to hand it all over to Huang Lao? I don't trust you and your credibility. I'm worried about Mr. Huang's health. After all, this batch of bamboo slips is quite a lot.

If we really want to repair everything, it will probably take at least a month or two, don’t even think about it.”

"One or two months? Are you kidding? Let me put it this way, if we want to completely restore it and reframe it, a conservative estimate is that it will take a year. So, if you have the time to joke with me, you might as well think about where the master and apprentice will live during this period."

When Liao Fan heard Tang Zhenguo say it might take a year, he was stunned. He never expected it would take so long. Now it's okay.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan could only helplessly take the luggage he had placed aside and find two empty guest bedrooms on the second floor. Of course, they were far away from Liao Fan's master bedroom and Qiao Lan and Tang Yunong's bedrooms.

Speaking of Tang Yunong, Liao Fan also remembered that since returning from yesterday, this woman seemed to have no idea what she was doing in the bedroom alone.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan gently pushed open Tang Yunong's bedroom, only to find that there was no one inside.

That’s not right. I don’t seem to remember Tang Yunong going out. Where is she?

Worried that something might go wrong, Liao Fan quickly called Tang Yunong.

In less than three seconds, the call was connected: "Hello, what's up, Afan? What do you want to talk to me about?"

Hearing Tang Yunong's voice, Liao Fan felt relieved and complained, "Where have you been? I saw you weren't in the bedroom just now."

After about 5 seconds of silence, Tang Yunong's voice came from the phone: "Go to the balcony and take a look." After that, she hung up the phone.

Looking at the message displayed on his phone: "Call ended", Liao Fan, who hadn't eaten for a while, subconsciously went to the floor-to-ceiling window of the study.

The villa has three floors, and the study is on the second floor. Like the houses in Shanghai, it has a large floor-to-ceiling window from which you can see the entire backyard.

I saw a graceful figure in the swimming pool in the backyard, twisting slowly with the waves. At first glance, it looked like a mermaid dancing in the water.

Who else could it be? Isn’t this Tang Yunong? When did this woman run to the backyard?

With a head full of doubts, Liao Fan went straight to the first floor and walked towards the backyard.

Just as Liao Fan arrived, Zhu Zhenghao, who had been secretly paying attention to Liao Fan, also moved towards the floor-to-ceiling window without leaving any trace.

He was very curious about what Liao Fan had just seen and why his eyes looked so strange when he left, like a naive boy with sexual thoughts.

Huang Bingzhong was now completely immersed in the ocean of bamboo slips and didn't pay any attention to the fact that his little apprentice was no longer "working hard" as before, but was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze, motionless, with his pair of phoenix eyes almost glued to the window.