As a famous prostitute, not only should he be familiar with music, but he should also be proficient in poetry; Zhenzhen has not heard of a thousand or eight hundred, but Chen Ao has never heard of the lyrics. When he looked at the meaning of the lyrics, his face suddenly turned red, and a little shame and anger appeared on his pretty face.

The artistic conception of the poem is very beautiful, but it is too obscene, as if it is like a metaphor for the girl about to be red flower, while Chen Ao became a client about to go to Wushan Yunyu.

"He actually made such a good word! This scholar is so talented, but he is so despicable!"

Zhenzhen thought to herself, but she didn't know that Chen Ao's so-called shopping in brothels is actually a prostitution; and the flower gardens raise geishas, ​​most of them are not selling their own works, or they are not selling their own works for the time being.

Beauties are like peach blossoms in spring. The more bud they are, the more valuable they are. Once they are destroyed, they are not worth a penis. Because of this, the flower garden raises these beauties and asks people to teach them the rhythm and poetry. How can they easily spend the spring night with others?

To be more precise, the upbringing that Zhenzhen was completely in the model of a rich lady. She was so angry that she would be so popular that she would be very popular.

After Chen Ao finished singing, he said happily: "Miss Zhenzhen thinks what do you think of me?"

Zhenzhen pretended to be calm, smiled quietly, and whispered: "Why do you have to be bound to poetry? Let's continue to appreciate the antiquities."

A trace of cunning flashed in Zhenzhen's eyes, and she thought to herself: "This person is not simple, so you can't guess with common sense." Then she went to the head of the bed, opened a dressing box, took out a small porcelain bottle from it, held it over and placed it on the table, and said in her mouth: "Please look at Mr. Chen, what is the origin of this small porcelain bottle?"

Chen Ao looked carefully and saw that the patterns of the porcelain bottles were beautiful, with an open atmosphere and exquisite craftsmanship. The age should be in the mid-Tang Dynasty. However, there were many large porcelain bottles, but this kind of strange-shaped small porcelain bottles were rare; what is its purpose?

First of all, such exquisite and special porcelain bottles must be tailor-made. In addition to princes and wealthy families, ordinary people will never waste this money even if they have the spare money.

Look at the texture of the pattern, it is delicate and exquisite. A peony flower spreads and occupies the center. From a distance, it is fresh and exquisite in craftsmanship. There should be very few craftsmen who can possess such craftsmanship in the Middle Tang Dynasty.

The biggest problem is still the purpose of this porcelain bottle. Since it is made, it must have its function. Once you know the purpose, many doubts will be solved.

This small porcelain bottle is only the size of a palm, with a flat shape and a slightly curved neck, like a swan.

Chen Ao vaguely remembered that he had seen this similar porcelain bottle in a museum. The porcelain bottle was an antique from the Song Dynasty and was specially used by those who practice immortals and Taoism at that time to carry elixirs. This design is very exquisite. When the elixir is placed in, it will not pour out even if the mouth of the bottle is downward. However, if you hold the bottom of the bottle and tap it gently, the ammunition will slowly flow out from the bent mouth of the bottle.

So, the porcelain bottles from the Tang Dynasty were probably the same as those in the Song Dynasty. Although the shapes had changed a little, they still make sense.

The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, because the Taoist revered Laozi's surname was Li and the Tang royal family also had Li, respected Laozi as his ancestor, called himself a descendant of Laozi, and especially worshiped Taoism. Especially in the middle of the Tang Dynasty, the atmosphere of practicing Taoism had become a fashion for high-ranking officials and nobles. Taoism was prosperous, and the atmosphere of alchemy naturally flourished.

Chen Ao smiled confidently, took the porcelain bottle, and smiled in his mouth: "Is this the elixir of Zhongtang? Let me smell it. Will there be any medicine fragrance left after a hundred years?" As he said that, he opened the porcelain bottle, sniffed it hard, and then shook his head sadly: "The immortal medicines are mistakenly thought to be able to prolong life, but their fragrance cannot be retained for just a few hundred years. It's ridiculous, ridiculous..."

Zhenzhen was slightly surprised. This porcelain bottle was indeed a elixir from the mid-Tang Dynasty. Because very few elixirs have been passed down, many people did not know its purpose. Chen Ao could guess its origin, and such eyesight was probably very rare in the entire Bianjing City.

Ordinary calligraphy, paintings, porcelain bottles, and inkstones are actually very easy to identify, because there are too many things, treasure appraisers do not need to guess their purpose at all, they just need to see their age from the materials, textures and craftsmanship.

On the contrary, some rare objects, even if they are not precious, are enough to make those treasure appraisers helpless, because they cannot guess the purpose of the treasure, and many doubts cannot be solved.

I am willing to accept the loss of the bet. Zhenzhen is very well-behaved this time. Without Chen Ao's urging, she drank a sip of wine by herself. The blushing on her pretty face became even more intense. She stroked the strings and was about to sing a cappella, Chen Ao said, "Miss Zhenzhen, can I order a song for myself?"

Zhenzhen paused and said, "I wonder what song the young master wants to order?"

Chen Ao said: "Today is the first time this young master visits a prostitute, so how about I ask Miss Zhenzhen to sing a song "Leng Dinglilac" for me?"

"Leng Dingxiang?" A trace of suspicion flashed in Zhenzhen's eyes. Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol. Her chest was slightly undulating, and there was a little smell of alcohol in her mouth, mixed with the body fragrance, which was very attractive.

Zhenzhen is familiar with music and is familiar with all kinds of lyrics and music, but I have never heard of this song Leng Dingxiang.

Chen Ao said, "Miss Zhenzhen, can't you? Okay, I'll teach you to sing." As he said that, he walked over, his body approached Zhenzhen, and there was a charming fragrance coiling on the tip of his nose, and his mind was rippling. He plucked the strings, smiled, and began to caress the strings. Suddenly, the pleasant sound of the piano suddenly sounded, which was indescribable.

Zhenzhen raised her eyes and looked at Chen Ao who played the piano with a faint smile. She felt very complicated and thought to herself: "He can appraise treasures and write lyrics. It turns out that he can play the piano. Such men are rare!"

However, this song is very frivolous and has no obscure and melodious beauty. If Zhenzhen knew that Chen Ao was playing the famous "touch" in later generations, she would have been speechlessly asked the sky.

Chen Ao can still play the guqin, especially when playing this song with a very familiar tune, it is actually flowing and flowing, without any awkwardness.

Chen Ao coughed and started singing again. As the first sentence came out, Zhenzhen's brow couldn't help but frown. It was still the same song. This young man was really boring. Although he was talented, he was too unrestrained!

Zhenzhen interrupted Qinyin and said, "Young Master Chen!"

"Hmm?" Chen Ao stopped the piano and turned his face to look at Zhenzhen. He was almost pressed against Zhenzhen's cheek. He could even smell the orchid wine spit out from Zhenzhen's mouth.

Zhenzhen was stunned, and quickly owed back slightly, saying, "Young Master Chen, can we continue to appraise treasures?"

Chen Ao was very disappointed, and then smiled and said, "Okay, let's continue."

There were many babies in Zhenzhen's dressing box. Chen Ao guessed it once and taught her to drink it once. At first, she sang some songs. Later, Zhen Zhen was unable to drink it and was red again. She didn't even drink the songs. She placed antiques in front of Shen Ao. Chen Ao only took a rough look and then said the story again.

The maid Huan'er saw that Zhenzhen was half drunk and was lying on her head with a curtain in the outer hall. She was very worried about the lady. Chen Ao had a bad impression of her, so she went over and drove her away and said, "Go out, go out, your lady and I are competing for treasure appraisal. What are you involved in? You don't understand, go out quickly."

He drove Huan'er out of the door, slammed the door, and returned to the inner room. Zhenzhen's face was flushed and her breathing was rapid. The strapless breast on her chest was accidentally tilted a little, and half a piece of flesh that was as crystal clear as fat appeared. Zhenzhen, who had no idea that spring color was exposed, pressed her dizzy forehead and said, "Mr. Chen, I have admitted defeat, Mr. Chen, please come back."

Zhenzhen used up her last moment of Qingming, and her whispered in a low voice, almost turning into a plea.

Chen Ao sat opposite Zhenzhen with a smile and said calmly: "Miss Zhenzhen, come another game. Take your box treasure and see if you can beat me."

Zhen Zhen's eyes were blurred and she murmured: "What kind of treasure is in the box?"

Zhenzhen still had the last trace of reason. After pondering for a moment, she really remembered something and stood up tiltedly. The pleated skirt was accidentally hooked by the house, revealing two crystal clear and delicate long legs.

Chen Ao was almost stunned when he looked at Zhenzhen's charming figure with a little drunkenness. This little girl had a great alcohol tolerance. She could still stand up after drinking more than a dozen glasses of wine.

Zhenzhen took out a small dagger from the head of the bed, looked back and smiled at Chen Ao, and said, "Young Master Chen, I have it..."

She walked over step by step with the dagger and murmured: "If Mr. Chen guessed its origin, Zhen... Zhenzhen would like to drink a pot of wine."

Chen Ao quickly went to help Zhenzhen kindly and complained: "Zhenzhen, why are you so ignorant? You are so drunk that you can't walk anymore? Why are you still holding a dagger? If you make a mistake and hurt yourself, that won't happen."

He spoke with great righteousness, and the arrogant and arrogant man took the opportunity to touch Zhenzhen's plump buttocks.

Well! It feels good and has a very elasticity!

Zhen Zhen was drunk and said with a smile: "Young Master Chen, come here to see the dagger."

Zhenzhen was really drunk and her body became weak. She suddenly became unbalanced and threw herself into Chen Ao's arms.

Chen Ao said righteously: "Miss Zhenzhen, what are you doing? I, Chen Ao, are not a casual person." As he said that, he hugged her, his hands were no longer honest.

As soon as his hand was lifted into the skirt, he groped upward along the smooth skin. Zhenzhen suddenly felt clever and woke up. She gently pushed Chen Ao away and said, "Mr. Chen... Master Chen, what are you doing? Come and see the origin of this dagger."

Chen Ao immediately withdrew his hand, his eyes suddenly became clear and pure, and he quickly said, "Okay."

Chen Ao put his arms around Zhen Zhen's waist with one hand and picked up the dagger with the other hand to watch it. The skin sheath was very simple, but when he pulled out the dagger, a cold light flashed, emitting an imposing luster.

"Good dagger!" Chen Ao couldn't help shouting, his eyes landing on the texture of the dagger with all his attention.

Under the shadow of the candle, the texture of the dagger is very clear, and a faint small seal script is looming. Chen Ao looked at it carefully. These two small seal scripts have the word "Yu Sheng". Needless to say, the origin of the dagger should be in the pre-Qin period, and in the Yu Sheng, it should be the name of the sword.

Chen Ao smiled slightly. This was too simple. He almost didn't have to look at the texture craftsmanship. The word "fish win" could guess its origin.

Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly stopped aware of it!

wrong!

Chen Ao's eyes fell on the handle of the dagger. The handle of the dagger was inlaid with an ancient jade. Its craftsmanship and texture were definitely not something that the Qin people could have.

This is a piece of mutton fat jade in the Han Dynasty. The texture on the jade is a common puppet pattern in the middle and late Han Dynasty. And judging from the junction of the jade and the dagger, there is obviously no trace of addition. This means that from the day the dagger is forged, this piece of jade has been embedded on the dagger.

The body of the Qin Dynasty and the hilt of the sword from the Han Dynasty were forged at the same time, which is strange. The only explanation is that the person who forged this dagger was an imitation expert; this person should be a person from the early Eastern Han Dynasty and loved ancient objects from the Qin Dynasty, so he forged this dagger, but he was negligent at the handle of the dagger. He accidentally used Han jade as decoration.
Chapter completed!