golden eye

Chapter 90
Chapter 089

The big blue and white porcelain jar that shouted "Long live my emperor" was really miraculous. At that moment, Mo Liming couldn't believe his ears, but he immediately came to his senses and thought to himself, this might be the porcelain The owner is playing tricks, and the man who made the gesture of "listening to porcelain" is just his accomplice. The two of them have already colluded with each other to sing and confuse the public. Their purpose is very clear, to attract everyone. Curiosity sold the china for a good price.

"It's very possible!" Mo Liming thought so, but he wasn't sure, because through observation, he found that the expression of the middle-aged man who heard the porcelain shouting was exaggerated, it was the kind of extreme surprise, even It's not like ordinary people can pretend to be astonished.

"Is it really weird?"

Immediately, Mo Liming thought again, but that was too unimaginable. Porcelain is a dead thing, and it looks like an old antique. How could there be a sound from it? It was a specific "face saint slogan".

One word, fake, very unreliable!
Mo Liming is a materialist, he doesn't believe in those lies, saying that there are some lingering ghosts hidden in the ancient porcelain.

"Mo Liming, what kind of porcelain is that? Can it really be called 'Long Live'?"

At this moment, Tang Yan asked in a surprised tone.

"I don't know either." Mo Liming shook his head and replied, "I only know that it is a piece of blue and white porcelain, but the style is not good-looking, and I can't tell what dynasty it is from."

"Oh." Tang Yan said, "I don't know if what they said is true or not. If it's true, it would be amazing! I've never heard of this kind of porcelain!"

"I've been in this business for so long, and I've seen a lot of weird things, but I've never heard of such porcelain in this world." Mo Liming curled his lips and said, There was a trace of bitterness, "It seems that I am ignorant, our China is really vast and full of wonders!"

"Then you said how much that kind of thing can sell, it must be very expensive?" Tang Yan asked with great interest.

Mo Liming laughed and joked: "Priceless treasure! Antiques with such functions cannot be measured by money!"

"It's so mysterious!" Tang Yan was skeptical.

More and more people gathered around to watch the commotion, and the surroundings were filled to the brim. Everyone was discussing and talking, and they all expressed their opinions. Some people believed it, and some people thought it was fake. Most of the people with heart.

"Dear friends, have you seen it just now? This piece of porcelain of mine has a lot of origin. It was a very old thing in the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty. I might as well tell you that this big pot was specially made for Emperor Xuande. It is said that the emperor suffered from insomnia for a period of time, worrying about the affairs of the country. Later, in order to reassure him, a minister came up with a wonderful idea, that is, to make a special porcelain, and that porcelain is ours. The one you are seeing with your own eyes now, after ninety-nine and 81 days of successful firing of the porcelain, the loyal old minister dedicated it to Emperor Xuande. This emperor loves porcelain very much. He saw that he liked it. Naturally, he was very happy when he learned that "long live my emperor, long live, long live" was issued from time to time in the porcelain, and he immediately rewarded that courtier heavily, and our Emperor Xuandeming has since From now on, I will sleep peacefully with this piece of porcelain in my arms..."

The owner of the sounding porcelain suddenly began to eloquently explain the origin of the bottle, and the words were beautiful and serious.

If Mo Liming had never been in an antique store before, he would have been confused by such "legendary stories" for a while, but now he is quite immune to all this, and he would rather believe that sows can Shu also didn't want to believe the moving stories told by those cultural relic dealers in the industry.

"According to what you said, then that thing should be a national treasure among national treasures, so why would it be sold on the street?!" Mo Liming questioned the random street stall owner in his heart.

However, he knew in his heart that it didn't mean that Tang Yan and the others could quickly turn their heads to think about this point. In fact, after the boss's words were spoken in a serious manner, the tide of discussion became more and more turbulent.

"Is it really weird?" Mo Liming immediately concentrated his eyes on the big jar that was once used as a hypnotic pillow by the old man Xuande.

The "weird" he was referring to was the porcelain itself, not the eerie shout that the man had heard.

"Miss Tang, wait here for me. I'll go and see what that thing is doing." Afterwards, Mo Liming greeted Tang Yan, and without any explanation, he got into the crowd and came to the front.

Mo Liming squatted down without saying a word. At this moment, he frowned slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the surface of the blue and white pot for a moment.

No one knew what he was doing, except for Tang Yan who was standing far outside the crowd, no one paid attention to his actions.

And at the moment when Mo Liming was concentrating on inspecting the porcelain, there was another curious person who was willing to make a test product for everyone, and that person came up and squatted down, and he couldn't wait to stick his ear to the porcelain pot. on the outer wall.

He listened for a while with a strange expression on his face, and then suddenly shouted: "There is really a voice! It seems to be called 'Long Live' vaguely!"

As soon as he made this announcement in public, there were exclamations everywhere, but one of them seemed indifferent, with a calm expression.

This person is of course Mo Liming. It turned out that just after he had driven the "seven-eyed Buddha spirit" on his left eye to see through the porcelain without anyone noticing, in an instant, his eyes suddenly became clear, and everything was at ease. .

Under the bright "Buddha Spirit" light curtain, it can be seen that there is a relatively large interlayer inside the porcelain, that is, between the inner and outer walls, and what is very strange is that there are small bottles placed in the interlayer.

That's right, a bottle in a bottle!
Moreover, what Mo Liming captured right now was not just a small bottle, but a whole row, one next to the other, close together in a line.

In that circle, there are at least a dozen of them. Each of those small bottles is black, and the shape is exactly the same, but there seems to be a certain difference in size, and the arrangement is very regular from low to high.

"So that's how it is!" Mo Liming suddenly realized and sighed inwardly, as if he had found the secret of the jar making a sound.

(PS: In the early morning, please recommend tickets! Thank you for your support! I will try my best to update the code words. In addition, please don’t compare this book with other books of the same type. I admit that I am a newcomer. I can’t compare to them, and I can’t write as well without them, but I will write seriously and conceive my own story well.)
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