As soon as he entered Zhenyunxuan, Zhang Moyan thought he was in an archive room, because the rows of aluminum hand-cranked cabinets with a height of more than 2 meters and sideways loading steering wheels looked too much like something only found in archives.
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Several rows of cabinets were pulled open, and before she could stand still, the little aunt and grandma had already dragged her into the middle of the two rows of cabinets.
There are tall and long cabinets in the front and back, a bit like being in a library. But if you look closely, you can see that the cabinet is divided into dozens of compartments. The cabinets are not filled with paper books and files, but pieces of various colors and styles.
Some of the exquisite porcelain are placed in brocade boxes, and some are fixed on mahogany bases with thin invisible fishing lines.
These porcelains have a sense of age, silently exuding the condensed temperament of time.
Zhang Moyan casually turned his head and saw a colorful flower plate that was "Made in the Kangxi Year of the Qing Dynasty".
This Zhenyunxuan is a warehouse, no, it might be more appropriate to call it "Treasure Pavilion".
Realizing this, Zhang Moyan's first reaction was to get out quickly. This is the real forbidden area where "trespassers will die", right?!
Just as she was about to move, her sister-in-law suddenly pulled her back and squatted down, pointing to their right with one finger.
Zhang Moyan held her breath and heard a few light footsteps in the room. After a while, there was the sound of a page being turned, and then it seemed that some box was moved and put back to its original place. p>
Zhang Moyan's heart was in his throat, there was someone in this room!!!
Yes, of course there is someone with the door ajar.
Suddenly the feeling of being a thief enveloped her whole body. She looked at the little aunt and grandma in fear, and saw that the expression on the little devil's face was obviously more exciting than nervous. One look showed that this was definitely not the first time she had visited this place.
After remaining still for a while, the footsteps moved a little further. The little aunt let go of her hand, stood up, and gloriously stretched out her fingers to click on the grids one by one, signaling to Zhang Moyan to take a good look, she was very dazzling.
The posture of being rich.
Zhang Moyan's current situation can be described as being "under attack from both sides". He can neither walk nor look at the antiques. He can only be forced to appreciate antiques in this state.
The collection of the Xiao family is really all-encompassing. Zhang Mo's smoke light rotated 360 degrees on the spot, and he saw the flower-shaped box from the late Tang Dynasty kiln that had only been seen in the museum before, the lotus plate carved from the Ding kiln of the Song Dynasty, the yellow glaze bowl from the Zhengde official kiln of the Ming Dynasty, and the Xuantong powder from the Qing Dynasty.
Colorful flower-patterned vases, as well as blue and white flowers from all generations...
From point to point, Zhang Moyan couldn't imagine how many famous porcelains there were in this room. I'm afraid it would be enough to hold a collection exhibition at the Shenhai Museum.
Zhang Moyan felt more and more that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time. He looked away and wanted to call his sister-in-law, but when he lowered his head, he found that his sister-in-law was no longer around!
Zhang Moyan's breathing stagnated, and the nerves in her back immediately tightened, and a strong uneasiness suddenly swept through her body. She did not dare to make a sound, and while she was wary of the person in the room, she looked around for him.
After exiting the row of long cabinets and walking two or three rows back, I suddenly heard a "clang" and the sound of porcelain falling to the ground and shattering!
This sound was like a torpedo bomb detonating in the silent deep sea.
"Who?!"
A female voice started, and then I heard footsteps rushing towards here.
Zhang Moyan arrived at the scene of the incident before anyone came, and saw the little aunt's face turned pale and her whole body trembling as she looked at the ground. At her feet, a piece of porcelain that was as red as blood and had a rich glaze fell to pieces.
The round base rolled to one side.
"Grandma..." Zhang Moyan hugged the frightened little grandma, "What's going on?"
"Ah!" A quiet-looking woman in her twenties shouted as she came over. She stared at the scattered porcelain on the ground for at least 10 seconds, then looked at them in horror and asked, "Little great-aunt, grandma? Who are you?"
?What happened, my God..."
The girl squatted down with a pale face, her fingers hanging on the pieces of red porcelain as if she didn't dare to touch them. She opened her mouth in shock and was speechless. After a long time, she swallowed her neck and said in a trembling voice, "This is Kangxi Lang
Red... Oh my god, how could this happen?"
Zhang Moyan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the word "lang Hong".
"If you want to be poor, burn Langhong" is an ancient saying. In the history of porcelain firing, red is extremely rare. It is a precious glaze color second only to azure. The reason why it is rare is that red is very
The temperature requirements of the kiln are extremely demanding.
According to calculations by scientists using advanced instruments, red glazed porcelain can only be fired at a temperature of 1250 ℃ to 1280 ℃. If the temperature is low, the color of the porcelain will turn black, and if the temperature is high, the color will turn white.
In ancient times, when there were no precision instruments, this 30°C range could only be judged by the experience of craftsmen, so the firing rate of red glaze porcelain was extremely low.
From the red glaze accidentally fired in the Changsha kiln of the Tang Dynasty to the Langhong with a glassy luster that looks like a gem, craftsmen have worked hard for a thousand years, and countless kilns have almost gone bankrupt trying to produce Langhong. p>
Therefore, the value of this broken piece of porcelain on the ground can be imagined.
"Who are you?!" The woman frowned and asked Zhang Moyan in a stern tone, "What's going on? Why are you here?!"
"Lin Yin..." The little aunt and grandmother broke away from Zhang Moyan and threw herself into her arms.
It turns out that this girl with shoulder-length hair, fair complexion, and classical beauty is Lin Yin.
"My name is Zhang Moyan, and I am Teacher Xiao Xingyu's bodyguard." Zhang Moyan said her name, feeling uneasy for her little aunt. It was certainly wrong for them to appear here, but compared to the trouble this kid caused
, it doesn’t matter how you appear here.
"Lin Yin, she broke the bottle!"
"Please..." Zhang Moyan was about to tell Lin Yin everything, but after saying two words, she heard the little aunt pointing at herself and saying so.
There was a "buzz" in Zhang Moyan's ears, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. The sound made her freeze on the spot!
She looked at the little aunt and grandma in extreme shock. She hooked Lin Yin's neck and continued: "She forced me to bring her to Zhenyunxuan. I brought her in secretly, and she wandered around. I found out that she wanted to
I called her to take the bottle. As soon as she let go of the bottle, it fell to the ground. Wuwuwuwu... Lin Yin, did I get into trouble?!"
The little aunt and grandma actually spit out blood and the evildoer complained first!!!
Although it was just a few words, the cause and effect, and the details were shown clearly. At the end, I actually cried loudly, and the crying became more and more fierce. I cried so deeply that I started sobbing directly afterwards.
Zhang Moyan stood frozen on the spot, so angry that he even forgot what to say.
She really didn’t know where she had offended this little devil, and she had to play tricks on her like this today! Was it just because she stopped her from abusing an earthworm?
"Is what she said true?" Lin Yin stood up with her little aunt in her arms, glaring at Zhang Moyan with an even more serious expression.