Old Gong is proud of favor and favor

Wen's car slowly drove into a large European-style manor.

The arched black iron gate slowly opened from the middle, facing an artificial fountain, surrounded by a few majestic stone lions, spitting out thin streams of water, and in the middle were a few naked curly lions. Mao God.

Not far away, I can vaguely see a large area of ​​fiery red roses that should not be blooming in this season.

The style is simple, but it reveals luxury everywhere.

It was enough to make him back then trembling like walking on thin ice.

But now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

Bypassing the fountain, the car stopped slowly in front of a villa.

The driver opened the door and Jing An got out of the car.Opening the door of the house, he wandered upstairs, downstairs, left, and right for several times, only to find that his stepparents didn't seem to be there.

After a long time, a little maid came over belatedly.

"Master Jing, sir and wife are drinking tea in the back garden, do you want to go over?"

Jing An thought for a while, then said, "Let's go."

When Jing An arrived, Sun Shili and Wen Liangping were still drinking tea.One person holds a cup, and there is no dialogue during the whole process.

The quietness that can be felt 50 meters away.

"Mom." Jing An uttered, breaking the tranquility.

Sun Shili looked up and saw him, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, put down the teacup in her hand, stood up, and waved to him gently:

"An'an, come here."

Jing An walked over quickly.He walked to the front and stood still, and called out to Wen Liangping: "Uncle Wen."

Wen Liangping didn't respond, he looked at Jing An, and felt that his stepson seemed to be different from before.

More confident, more upright.There is one more thing I can't say.Anyway, those desires and humbleness in his eyes were all gone at once, as if he had seen it overnight, and there was still some inexplicable nobility on his body.

He lowered his eyes, and there was no change on his iceberg-like face.After a long time, there was a "hmm".

Jing An has long been used to his indifference, and doesn't really care.On the other hand, Sun Shili, because Jing An deliberately avoided her, she seldom been together with Wen Liangping and Jing An at the same time. When she saw this, she looked down slightly and looked at Wen Liangping with a half-smile, but she didn't say anything.

Wen Liangping picked up the cup again, took a sip, and put it down gently.

Sun Shili withdrew her gaze and looked at Jing An: "An An, please sit down for a while, and wait for Yinyinhe Bugui."

Jing An nodded and sat next to Sun Shili.

Sun Shili asked him with a smile: "How is school doing recently, have you met any beautiful girls?"

On the opposite side, Wen Liangping's hand holding the teacup visibly paused, and he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Sun Shili.

Jing An was used to her way of expressing concern, so she said truthfully, "No."

Sun Shili suddenly became a little lost.

Seeing this, Jing An was about to say that he had friends, but then remembered that they were on the verge of breaking up.

The system came out again: "I told you earlier that you should pay a few more powerful younger brothers, otherwise how would you reach the pinnacle of your life?"

Jing An ignored it, and Sun Shili asked again: "Then, do you know any good-looking boys?"

Wen Liangping didn't drink the tea this time, he put the teacup heavily on the cup holder, and looked straight at her.

Sun Shili raised her eyebrows, still smiling flatteringly at the corner of her mouth: "Where did the third young master think? I just asked him if he has made friends."

Jing An was already used to her calling Wen Liangping, but Wen Liangping himself was not used to being called that by his nominal wife in front of outsiders, and a thin blush appeared on Bingshan's face.

Seeing this, Sun Shili was about to say something to tease him when he glared at her.

Only then did Sun Shili remember that her son was still sitting silently by the side.

Jing An lowered his head slightly, not looking at them.

There is nothing in this world that can make Sun Shili blush, so she picked up the topic with Jing An as if nothing had happened.

Simply such an awkward atmosphere didn't last long, and the maid trotted over after a while.

"Sir, madam, the miss and the young master can't come back. The miss said that there is an important concert to attend, and her teacher has already gone, so I can't shirk it. If you don't believe me, she will take a photo of the invitation letter and send it to Take a look."

This reason really made people speechless. Wen Liangping frowned and asked, "Wen Bugui? Where did he go?"

The maid lowered her head: "The young master said that this is the first time my sister has participated in such an important concert after returning to China, and he is going to cheer for my sister."

Wen Liangping still frowned, didn't get angry, just said: "Go down."

The maid trotted away.

Sun Shili still smiled, as if she didn't hear it.

After all, the three of them ate this meal together. The Wen family never talked when they ate or slept, and Wen Liangping was strict with the rules to the point of rigidity, so no one spoke during the meal, and the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

Only Sun Shili was still enjoying the precious red wine in the goblet, as if there was nothing more important than carpe diem in the world.

After eating, Jing An used the excuse that the school required him to study by himself every night before the exam.

In fact he didn't go back.

He went to the Seongnam Museum.

Although city A is economically developed, it is incomparable with the capital in terms of humanities and culture.At the beginning of the urban planning, a small room was given to the museum. Later, when the economy improved, I realized that it would be shameful for a city not to have a good museum.However, there was no room in the city center at this time, and the upper management simply waved their hands and allocated a piece of land near the suburbs in the south of the city, creating a luxurious museum.

Money can make motui ghosts. Although the Chengnan Museum in City A was raised later, it has more antiques than many old-fashioned museums.

The Chengnan Museum is different from other established museums. In order to adapt to the pace of life in City A, it doesn't close until twelve o'clock in the evening.

Jing An took the guide handed by the volunteers at the door and flipped through it.He flipped the pages quickly, barely stopping on each page.

His fingers stopped abruptly.

On the glossy coloring page is a hairpin.

It was a white jade hairpin with orchid orchids showing a strong old color.

One corner of the hairpin has been worn out, but its beauty can still be seen in its brilliance.

Unlike other antiques, the introduction of this hairpin occupies four pages alone.

It is the hairpin belonging to Emperor Jingling.

The No. 12 emperor of the Dajing Dynasty, Emperor Jingling, liked extravagance. He hid countless treasures during his lifetime, and most of them were buried with him after his death.As soon as the monarchy fell, some warlord leaders led people to dig up the tomb of Emperor Ling.

This excavation didn't matter. In addition to a large number of gold, jade and bronze wares, two male corpses in similar clothes were also dug up.

The warlord was surprised by this, but he was not interested. All he was interested in was the countless gold and silver treasures next to the male corpse.

The warlords were not interested in this, but later generations were very interested in the fact that the emperor and his male pet were buried in the same cave.What's more, the two of them were dressed similarly, had similar body shapes, and no one could see the subtle differences. Therefore, the question of who was Emperor Jingling and who was the favorite of the two caused a great tide in the archaeological world.

A piece of white jade hairpin that he once used, the following introduction actually involved countless love and hatred, life and death entanglements.

Jing An was fascinated.

"Are you also interested in this?" The volunteer lady couldn't hide her excitement in her eyes.

Jing An froze for a moment, then nodded slightly.

The little sister said: "In that era, if you dared to risk the disgrace of the world, Emperor Jingling and Young Master Yan must be true love!"

Jing An thought, that's not necessarily the case, after all he died early, who knows what Yan Hanzhang did to his corpse quietly.

The young lady was very excited to find a national-level protected animal suspected of being a rotten man: "Did you know? According to historical records, some experts speculate that this jade hairpin is actually a token of love between Emperor Jingling and Mr. Yan!"

nonsense.Sending such a thing as a token of love, Yan Hanzhang can overturn his harem.

The young lady said again: "This jade hairpin is on the third floor, let me take you up there!"

Jing An refused: "No need, I want to see for myself."

"...Okay then." The young lady couldn't hide her disappointment, she wanted to be friends with the rotten brother.

The young lady sighed: "Actually, a lot of treasures were dug up from Emperor Jingling's tomb. A few decades ago, a few of them could be displayed in any museum. When you go shopping for treasures on the street, you might come across two real ones. But in recent years, it has been pitifully rare.”

Jing An was stunned: "Why?"

The young lady is a top student in the history department of University A, so she knows a little bit about this: "Who knows that some big boss with a collection habit took it away, and now the jade wares from Emperor Jingling's period are all sold at sky-high prices on the market. gone."

Jing An was stunned, thinking, it couldn't be him, could it?

He went up to the third floor a little restlessly.

On the third floor, the jade hairpin, which was bought from overseas at a sky-high price, is protected by a unique glass in the center, and the yellow light casts it, making it look mysterious and extravagant.

His hand touched the smooth glass, as if touching the hosta through the glass.

This was the first time he was so far away from his own things.It's not right to say that, because it's not his property either.

This is Yan Hanzhang's stuff.It wasn't given by him, but passed through his hands many times, and tied up with that person's hair.

Just as he was about to put his hand down, he saw on the opposite side, separated by two layers of glass and the warm yellow beam of light, a slender hand also touched the smooth and round glass surface.

Jing An suddenly raised his head.

Across layers of glass and a whole bunch of warm yellow lights, there is also that solitary white jade hairpin with orchid orchid.

The man also looked straight at him for an unknown how long.