The evil aura that poured out of the sky vanished instantly.
The next second, another deep and steady child's voice came one after another: "I touch it every day too."
Xia Er's arm's expression changed again, and a cute and flattering smile gently bloomed on the zombie's face sealed by cement.
Seeing Xia Er's shriveled appearance, Mr. Le couldn't help but burst into laughter at the notary's seat.
Old Mrs. Le's innocent smile shocked Xia Er's arms, but she could only hold it in, her face so red that it almost bled.
I slowly turned around and saw the little eucalyptus and the little monster looking at me.
Behind them was not only Zhuang Chihua, but also Wang Pan.
From afar, Zhuang Chihua cast a fiery look of encouragement, and accompanied Yu Yi and the little monster to sit next to the giant man behind him.
It was when I looked back that I formally faced the giant who kicked my ass for the first time.
Big guy, no one else.
It is none other than Dapeng Bird King Junpeng.
Next to Dapeng sat the young master of the Wang family, the most beautiful Wang Xiaobai.
On the left is a middle-aged man with clear bones and beautiful eyes.
Xia Er, who was so devastated, was filled with anger and hatred in his arms and had nowhere to vent.
Fortunately, the great scholar Guo Hong spoke up in time to resolve Xia Erji's embarrassment.
"Mr. Tong, please show me your treasure!"
I stayed there and said softly: "Mr. Guo Da. Can I ask a question?"
"Mr. Tong please."
"Why are there only nine in this set of Flower God Cups? Even your Xia family hasn't collected them all?"
"Of course they're all gathered!"
Before Guo Hong could speak, Xia Ersui took out three Flower God Cups from the Yongzheng period from the imperial edict box and showed off proudly to me.
Yongzheng's imitation of his father's Huashen cup is almost the same and the quality is no less than the original.
The Zhongyuan Provincial Museum has a complete set of Flower God Cups, four of which are Yongzheng editions.
By the time of Qianlong's reign, the Flower God Cup was also reproduced. However, Qianlong's aesthetics at that time were a little different. He liked those hodgepodges of flowers and didn't care about the Flower God Cup.
The three cups Xia Erzhi is held with one hand, and the propriety and gestures are quite good.
The Xia family's handicrafts are ever-changing and they have learned from the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought. They do have a unique skill.
"Zhaojun, Zuofen and Mifei all belong to Yongzheng. Each one is worth three million."
"But I don't have to take it out."
"Just these nine are enough."
I said coldly: "There are no rules!"
Xia Erzhu became angry: "What did you say?"
"I'm talking to your senior uncle, why are you interrupting? Junior, stay aside. I will call you when it's your turn to speak later."
Xia Erji immediately went crazy.
His head exploded like a Muggle, his mentality exploded into popcorn.
Next, it was Guo Hong who rescued Xia Erju and brought back my words.
There is a saying that the Xia family is the only one in the world that can collect nine Flower God Cups.
You know, the Gubo opposite only has five Kangxi Dynasties, and the Gubo in Baodao Province only has five.
"Thank you, Mr. Guo Da. I still have a question. Why doesn't your Xia family have an August Cup?"
Guo Hong's explanation for this is: "We, the Xia family, have been looking for the Xu Hui Cup since the 33rd year of Guangxu's reign. We have searched all over the world but can't find it."
"My master once said that the Xu Hui Cup has become extinct."
"Several masters in the world also think so."
August is the season when golden osmanthus is fragrant, so the August cup is also called the osmanthus cup.
The flower goddess in August is Xu Hui, Li Shimin's concubine.
This girl Lai Lan Xinhui was extremely intelligent, but there are not many records in the history books.
The August Cup and the Osmanthus Cup are what laymen call them, while the professionals call the August Cup the Xu Hui Cup.
I also heard Old Man Cao say that the Xu Hui Cup is extinct, and Guo Hong is telling the truth.
"Mr. Tong, do you have anything else to ask?"
The great scholar Guo Hong looked calm and handed me his hand: "If not, Mr. Tong, please display the treasure according to the rules."
As soon as he heard this, Xia Erzhi's eyes lit up, and he made every move to pounce on me and tear me into pieces.
"Mr. Tong. Please show me your treasure!"
The dull voice of Xu Chunxiang came from the side.
Then, Shen Yuming also raised his hand to me: "Mr. Tong, please show me your treasure!" ap.
The two people's calls immediately triggered a chain reaction.
Xia Erzui was the first to jump up and shout loudly: "Liangbao!"
Mu Qingqing slapped the table and stood up, pointing angrily and shouting: "Bronze lion. Bright treasure!"
Not to be outdone, Huang Guanyang followed closely behind him, shouting loudly: "Liangbao!"
The old despicable disciples raised their arms and shouted: "Poodle! Bright treasure! Stop the ink stains!"
The spectators watching the battle also joined in condemning the besieging and killing army: "Liangbao!"
"Liang Bao!"
"It's either a bright treasure or a surrender."
"Give back our Xia family's 100 million."
"Admit defeat! Pay back the money!"
"hurry up!"
"You can't afford to lose, can you?"
"What the hell. Speak quickly!"
Suddenly, Baopuzhai ushered in the highest commotion in more than three centuries. The sounds of bright treasures admitting defeat and the sounds of paying back money were intertwined, soaring straight into the sky, and could be heard in half the capital city.
"Dear young and old gentlemen!"
In the dusk, Xiao Guyi's childish voice sounded discordantly: "I will not default on my debts, please don't rush me."
"Don't rush!"
Although Xiao Yuyi's voice was not small, it was insignificant in the wave of excitement.
All of a sudden, Xiao Yuyi became anxious.
He was breathing heavily and showed signs of convulsions!
At this moment, I suddenly picked up Zizhu!
In an instant, Xiao Yuyi became quiet.
Sitting upright in the chair, I faced countless gusts of saliva and the noisy and boiling wave of crusade. I slowly raised my purple bamboo stick and looked at Guo Hong with a half-smile.
Guo Hong frowned and stared at the purple bamboo staff, showing a nervous look, and immediately made gestures to suppress the audience.
When the sound subsided, I glanced sideways at the audience and Mansheng said, "I can understand everyone's mood. After all, I, this old Tanga little brat, killed all of you, old Yandu, and famous celebrities by surprise in the first round."
"My son-mother-monkey picture also made all the gentlemen of the Xia family feel dissatisfied."
"But I have to say, even if I lose this round, it's still a tie."
"Don't get excited, everyone!"
As I said that, I took out the check from my pocket and placed it flat on the Yuan blue and white plate: "Even if I, a rustic, lose the overall situation today, I will be proud of my defeat."
"Because, I can defeat the Xia family! But you, I can't!"
