Official kilns of the third dynasty of the Qing Dynasty, the size of beer bottle caps, started at eighty.
This is still blue and white with flowers.
If it were blue and white with dragons and phoenixes, the price would be several times higher.
Not to mention the colorful ones.
Even the most common post-color and foreign colors are several times more expensive than blue and white with dragon and phoenix. .
If it is broken porcelain with enamel or pastel colors, the price will be sky-high.
The enamels and pastels from the official kilns of the third generation of the Qing Dynasty are truly palace artifacts and are exclusive items for the emperor's concubines, Prince Baylor, and others.
In the same month last year, a Qianlong bowl with apricot forest and spring swallows was hammered down on Hong Kong Island for 150 million Hong Kong Island dollars!
That bowl is Enamel!
This is from the third generation of the Qing Dynasty.
Once upon a time, millions of Ru porcelain fragments were unearthed from the Ru Kiln site of the Song Dynasty in Qingliang Temple. After the archaeological excavation, these porcelain fragments were all treated as garbage.
Careful people collected these garbage and sold them for ten cents a piece in the 1990s.
In the blink of an eye, in the past ten years, the price of these Ru porcelain fragments has more than increased ten thousand times.
The reason is that there are too many novices in the antique business.
I have been to this shop that specializes in porcelain fragments. The boss was also one of the few people who took my business card without losing it.
Looking at the numbers on the boss's calculator, I frowned. Just as I was about to make a counteroffer, a hand suddenly reached into my elbow, and a sweet, magical voice came into my ears.
"Tongtong. You're wasting your fortune here again, aren't you?"
"You must have been caught by me."
"snort!"
"Go back with me."
Hanta half-blood witch Qiyan is like
My husband caught me like a fisherman and walked out without forgetting to put a piece of the money on the table into a big bag.
After leaving the antique city, Qi Yan ruthlessly threw her into the back row.
"do not move!"
Qiyan slammed the car door, sat down next to me, and took off my hat without saying a word.
"Hey. How long has it been since I took a shower?"
The mixed-race alien who was Dajibao Baosi in ancient times threw aside the hat she gave me in disgust and pressed my neck down mercilessly.
"Yeah. It's all pus."
My whole face was pressed tightly against the boundary between Witch's shoulders and breasts, and my head was pressed against Qiyan's neck and face.
Today the witch changed her outfit again.
The upper half is a loose sweater, and the lower half is a plaid skirt and long boots that are currently the most popular among Yandu beauties.
A killer body, a face that is a disaster for the country and the people, and a pair of legs wrapped in black stockings that are so straight that no gap can be seen...
The witch in front of her is exactly like a peerless enchantress who stepped out of the cover of a fashion magazine.
"What did you do? No one even applied or changed your dressing?"
"Don't move!"
"I'll get the medicine box."
Qiyan let go of me, but she lay directly on top of me. She leaned half of her body into the trunk and rummaged around, completely ignoring my feelings.
Qiyan was pressed against me at such a close distance, and her nose was filled with the suffocating aroma of fruits, which made me crazy!
I don't know if the witch did it on purpose or not, but it took a long time before she took out the medicine box.
When I retracted my body, the witch pressed my chest unceremoniously and slowly slid out of my arms like a python.
"Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever? It's so red. Let me touch it."
As she spoke, Qiyan touched my forehead again without any politeness.
Really unable to bear it, I raised my hand to block: "It's not burned..."
"You're already so popular, and you still say you haven't..."
"Kekeke..."
Suddenly, Qiyan laughed out loud and looked at me with lowered eyes.
Her beautiful face came close to me and she chuckled: "It's not a fever. It's a coquettish coquettishness..."
I couldn't bear the torture of the witch at all. I raised my hand to knock on the door to leave, but...
It was Qi Yan who held her down with both hands.
When I turned around, a pair of deep blue pupils locked my eyes directly, submerging me in the blue ocean!
"do not move!"
"Give you some medicine."
Qiyan stared at me deeply and scolded me sweetly.
For a moment, the whole world fell silent.
Outside the car, there was heavy traffic and I couldn't hear any sound at all. Inside the car, the fragrance of melons and fruits from southern Xinjiang mixed with the fragrance of Tianshan snow lotus and the purest fragrance of snowflakes from the top of Tianshan Mountain rushed into my nostrils like an avalanche.
Qiyan bit her lip gently, and the orchid fragrance of her breath sprayed on my face, making my body tighten suddenly.
With every breath I felt, my whole body became as stiff as iron.
This moment is as soft as a sponge, as if deep among the clouds.
Listening to the witch's heartbeat, which was as heavy as thunder, I took a deep breath and said, "I'll do it myself."
"What are you doing here? There's pus all over. Sit down. I'll do it."
The ambiguous posture and ambiguous words made me extremely irritated: "Can you go down first?"
"How do you get down there... You have to sit up to get in... cluck cluck..."
After reacting, Qiyan giggled and patted me gently, with a touch of begonia pink floating on her snow-white jade neck.
This is my first time seeing a shy witch!
Suddenly, Qi Yan stared at me, and her extremely tight and delicate face showed an expression she had never seen before.
"Has anyone ever said that your eyes are very bright? They twinkle and twinkle."
"Like when I was a kid, I saw the brightest star on Tianshan Mountain."
I responded numbly: "Yes!"
"who?"
"Headquarters propaganda, Bosqin."
"Smelly Mongolian woman!"
In an instant, Qiyan was transformed from the most gentle goddess into a violent and violent woman: "You are trying to steal a man from me again."
"Steal my first love, steal my boyfriend, steal my idol..."
"Now you are robbing my comrade again..."
Listening to the witch's explosive revelations, I couldn't believe it.
While the witch was furious and scolding me, I slowly got rid of the witch's restraints.
Suddenly, Qi Yan pressed my shoulders, with a seductive smile on her face: "When did you and the Mongolian stinky woman meet? Did she do anything to you? Tell me!"
I was a little caught off guard by Qi Yan's unusual reaction: "Your man hasn't come back yet?"
Hearing this, Qi Yan visibly froze, and her bright eyes suddenly dimmed.
Suddenly, Qiyan grabbed me.
A slender straight leg exuding endless temptation slowly moved up, and the soul-crushing magic sound sounded low in the ears.
"By the way. Why don't you call *** tonight? Do you want me to feed you?"
