Sitting down at the table in the dormitory, Jiang Qi put the Ru kiln brush wash aside and opened another box.
"Forgot to put this treasure in a box."
Jiang Qi slapped his forehead. Old Wang's acting skills were indeed good. In order to fit the characteristics of a farmer, even the box was an ordinary wooden box.
In Jiang Qi's opinion, this was obviously an insult to this treasure.
According to Li Tong, this is not worth 800,000 yuan for a pen holder. If it were sold at an auction, adding a zero would not be considered a low price.
This thing is a priceless treasure, whether it is at major auctions or private collectors, at least there is nothing similar in the antique circle.
Therefore, when Mr. Wang's companion offered a price of three million, he had no hope that Jiang Qi could sell it.
People do it to find a sense of presence in front of other people.
Look, I'm that stupid gang that sells priceless treasures as scraps. Come and talk to me. Maybe I have something similar in my hand.
There are no fools in the antique circle. Since Jiang Qi's losses here are irreparable, he must make up for it elsewhere.
As for directly using some dirty tricks to cause trouble for Jiang Qi, let's not talk about the rules of the antique circle.
Jiang Qi himself was also curious as to whether this gang had anything similar.
In his heart, he even expected the other party to hit him.
Shake your head and get rid of these indifferent thoughts.
Jiang Qi adjusted his inner energy and restored Xuan Qi and Zhen Qi to their most active levels.
There is no way, it is really the sequelae caused by Yao Guangxiao's eighteenth son.
Su Shi's era was earlier than Yao Guangxiao's, and his spiritual energy was more vigorous, so the chance of something happening was not small.
What's more, Jiang Qi finally understood that beneath China's five thousand years of history, there was a mysterious world hidden in all kinds of weirdness.
Jiang Qi is now beginning to suspect that the visions described in history books when emperors were born may not have been made up...
At that time, he didn't think of asking Zhu Yuanzhang a question, which was Jiang Qi's biggest regret in the past two days.
"call......"
Slowly exhaling a breath, Jiang Qi adjusted himself to the best condition and carefully picked up the white jade pen holder on the table.
Jiang Qi very carefully injected a burst of Qi, but there was no reaction.
"It seems I'm really angry, so..."
Jiang Qi replaced it with black and gold Xuan Qi and injected it into the white jade penholder.
"Buzz!"
There was a buzzing sound, and the white jade penholder trembled, emitting a misty white light that slowly enveloped Jiang Qi's sight.
Jiang Qi waited quietly. Jiang Qi, who had experienced this process twice, said he was familiar with it.
Moreover, this white jade pen holder is much gentler than the previous two times.
The short sword will fall into a dream at the slightest disagreement, directly pulling you into the ancient battlefield, and perfectly restoring the bloody battle on the battlefield one to one.
The Eighteenth Son went even further. Not only did he drag himself into the illusion at the slightest disagreement, but he also used Jiang Qi's own true energy. It was outrageous to be forced to produce and sell on his own.
Look at the white jade pen holder again. If you don't move, they won't bother you with any disagreement. Even if it is activated, it will show its strangeness bit by bit, leaving ample time for reaction and mental preparation.
He is indeed a great writer, but he is different from the stubborn warriors and heart-attacking poisoners.
Jiang Qi sighed as the white light gradually filled his sight.
Su Shi's obsessional fantasy is here.
...
Jiayou three years.
In the middle of the lake, there is a small pavilion, light rain, dusk.
Green plums are cooked with green ant wine, and eight stacks of side dishes are arranged to accompany the wine.
There is a slight fire in the oven next to the stone table, and there is a fresh fish in the steamer.
There are four stone benches, but only two people sit across from each other.
From Jiang Qi's perspective, sitting opposite him was a handsome and elegant man in a neat blue shirt. He was holding a wine glass and said: "Brother."
The person from Jiang Qi's perspective also stretched out his hand to pick up the cup. This hand is very beautiful, with clear joints, slender but not weak, and round fingertips with fleshy roots.
The two clinked glasses and drank.
The man opposite said while pouring wine: "Brother, I was a Jinshi in high school years ago. I was at the right time when I was young. How come I am celebrating my birthday, but I only call my stupid brother to come to this small pavilion in the middle of the lake?"
Jiang Qi opened his mouth uncontrollably and said with a smile: "Young and frivolous, I thought that all scholars in the world could take the test. Who knew that the palace test was only for the B subject, and I was ranked at the bottom among the same year, how could I have the dignity to brag?"
There is youthful energy and a certain amount of self-deprecation in his voice.
"Then I'm worse than my brother. Shouldn't I be ashamed and throw myself into the lake?"
"Before you throw yourself into the lake, drink this cup full!"
The two smiled at each other and raised their glasses to drink again.
Jiang Qi listened to the conversation and drinking between the young man opposite him and the one he possessed. How could he not guess the identities of these two people?
The one possessed was Su Shi, and the person in front of him was naturally Su Che.
After drinking for three rounds, Su Zhe became a little tipsy. He took out a box from his sleeve and said with a smile, "A birthday gift for my brother."
Su Shi was not polite, he took the box and opened it, inside lay a white jade brush with a line of small characters engraved on it: A gift from my brother Zhe, congratulations on my brother's birthday.
"It's a good thing. It seems that this is a beloved thing that can accompany my brother for a lifetime."
"My brother is only in his twenties. Isn't it a little too early to talk about life for a lifetime?"
"Isn't a person's life just a fleeting moment? Come, come, come, drink, drink!"
...
This fantasy ends here.
Jiang Qizheng opened his eyes. It was obvious that this was just one section, which could be regarded as recreating the origin of this white jade brush.
"Let's start the second paragraph."
Jiang Qi injected Xuan Qi again, and his eyes were filled with misty white light.
It's really humane, and it's segmented, fully considering the mental endurance of the holder. It's worthy of Mr. Dongpo.
Jiang Qi sighed and entered the fantasy world again.
"Crash!"
The sound of the ocean tide is endless.
There is a small pavilion not far from the seaside.
The withered hands are no longer as round as they were when they were young, but they are more powerful, like strong old pine trees.
Holding the warm white jade brush in his hand, it fell on the paper, and it was like a natural running script.
Jiang Qi saw the content on the paper through Su Shi's eyes.
"Two days before the winter solstice in Ji Mao, Haiman offered oysters. Cut them open and get a few liters. Put the meat and pulp into water and boil them with wine. They are delicious and have not yet been eaten. Take the big ones, roast them and eat them properly. Chew, and the food I cook is delicious. How can you be disgusted with eating crabs, snails and eight-legged fish in the sea country? Be careful not to say anything when you are a child. I am afraid that the gentlemen in the north will hear about it and want to do what Dongpo did. I beg to be banished to Hainan and divide me. This is so beautiful!”
Su Shi, who was no longer young anymore, put down his white jade brush, looked up at the sea tide, and said with a smile: "My brother received this brush from the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the past. It has become a prophecy. I am afraid it will stay with me for the rest of my life."
After the words fell, Jiang Qi's eyes darkened.
When he opened it again, the wave disappeared and was replaced by the ancient and quiet temple in front of him.
It was still the white jade brush, but the hand holding it was more haggard than last time, and it didn't look so strong.
Su Shi, who was in his sixties, took up the pen.
"The heart is like a gray tree, and the body is like a boat without ties. I ask you about your life achievements, Huangzhou, Huizhou, and Danzhou."
After writing, Su Shi stopped writing and looked up at the moonlight outside the window. It was gray and misty, as if his vitality was like a candle in front of the wind or a lamp in the rain.
"There are many regrets in this life, but those who are concerned about their own lives can only have one or two of them."
"It doesn't matter, my life is not long, so I will be selfish."
"I have never tasted all the delicacies in the world. This is my biggest regret in life..."
