"Ancestors, the unfilial descendants defeated the family belongings left by the ancestors. This is also a helpless act. If they do not sell those calligraphy, paintings and jewelry, the Ming Dynasty's country will probably be ruined by Zhu Youjian. Unfilial descendants must defend the Ming Dynasty country for the ancestors and ancestors." Emperor Chongzhen was sitting in the West Warehouse Pavilion and pondering his mistakes behind closed doors.

Every time Chongzhen issued a self-declaration, he had to go to Taimiao. This time he just thought about his mistakes behind closed doors, so he would not have to go to Taimiao to apologize to his ancestors. Originally, when Chongzhen decided to sell the calligraphy and paintings left by his ancestors, he also planned to go to Taimiao to the Taimiao. He was dissuaded by Empress Zhou and Wang Chengen, saying that there was no need to go to Taimiao. So Chongzhen thought about his mistakes behind closed doors. But no matter what, Chongzhen, a prodigal son, had already decided, and the Fengyang ancestral tomb was burned last time, which was much more serious than selling the goods this time.

The auction is still being held, and this is only the first day. The items sold are all relatively common items, such as Jingdezhen official kiln porcelain, palace jewelry, and some calligraphy and paintings copied by later generations. The real rare treasure has not yet started shooting.

Outside the auction venue, several figures stood outside, and occasionally poked their heads inside.

One of the rich businessmen said, "Our brothers don't go in and take a look? Isn't it just one person who costs ten taels of silver? We can't afford it."

Another guy with a fat face, big and thick, but dressed in a young man, said, "What's the hurry? Isn't this the first day? The real good thing must be placed behind."

These sneaky guys didn't notice it at all. There were also a few sneaky guys watching them in the dark.

"Sir, Bei Zhi looked at the guys who were very handsome, and they didn't seem to be from the capital. When they heard their accent, they seemed to be outside the pass, and they were mostly Jiannu. Should they be arrested? As long as they were sent to our Jinyiwei Zhao Prison, everything will be found out." said a Jinyiwei secret agent.

"If we don't have real evidence, how can we arrest people randomly? If we arrest the wrong person, if we arrest the merchants related to the Guanning Army, it will be difficult to explain." Jinyiwei Baihu said.

These same sneaky guys are not Li Guodong's agents, but people from the Jinyiwei.

At this time, the Jinyiwei had long lost the prestige of the Jinyiwei before Chongzhen. Although the Hongzhi Dynasty also restricted the Jinyiwei, the Jinyiwei at that time was still a toothless tiger, and he would still slap you to death with annoyed one; and now the Jinyiwei is really a sick cat, even if he catches a few merchants, he has to worry about whether there are any officials behind him.

On the second floor of a teahouse opposite, a private room by the window had been booked. In the private room were several people dressed in wealthy businessmen, staring at two groups of sneaky guys on the street below. They were Li Guodong's personal guard agents, and they had already mastered the identities of the two groups of people, and they all knew which were Qing army spies and which were Jinyiwei.

On the street, a peddler carrying a load walked over and shouted loudly: "Wontons, buns, steaming fresh meat buns."

"Come a few buns." A spy of Jinyiwei came up, asked about the price, and handed over a few copper plates.

The peddler wrapped a few buns with paper and handed them to the spy. When he took the burden and left, the peddler vaguely showed a bit of contemptuous look: The spy of the Jinyiwei is at this level? In fact, the peddler is also a special agent of Li Guodong's personal guards, and their level is much higher than that of the Jinyiwei.

The auction of the first day passed like this. The Qing Dynasty asked a few people who came out of the auction venue and confirmed their judgment that they did not sell any valuable items today.

A businessman-like man said, "There will definitely be some good things to shoot tomorrow. We will come and buy tickets early tomorrow to enter the venue."

The secret spy of the Jinyiwei who was hiding in the dark said, "It seems that they are just ordinary merchants. They may sell some things to Jiannu, but this is normal in Liaodong. Didn't the gold, silver and jewelry that Jiannu snatched back to the pass? They sold some salt and cotton cloth to outside the pass."

"I'm afraid it's more than just selling salt and cotton cloth?" another Jinyiwei said, "Some illegal merchants sold food and iron tools to Jiannu."

Jinyiwei Baihu said: "We can't control these things, the water here is very deep. Your Majesty didn't say anything, and it's not our turn to take care of it."

"Aren't the Shanxi merchants in Zhangjiakou being knocked down?"

"That was the emperor issued an edict. The Shanxi merchants over there looked so ugly. Who would they knock them down if they didn't?"

The next day was the second day of the auction. There were more people queuing up to buy tickets today, but the auction the next day was still calm. The goods sold were a little higher than yesterday, but they were not those unique treasures. In the outside market, as long as you have enough money, you can still buy them. Getting from the auction is much cheaper.

Li Guodong secretly observed in the auction venue. He found that it was two days since the people of Zheng Zhilong Group had not purchased an item; similarly, the Qing army did not sell an item in detail. The two companies have one thing in common, that is, they did not even bid for the bid. They probably had enough energy to wait until the rare treasures started to be auctioned on the last day.

The auction on the third day opened. After two days of auction, people knew that the items sold in the first two days were relatively ordinary things, and this third day was a real rare treasure. The advertisements mentioned "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", "Hidden Lotus and Phenics Picture", Wang Xizhi's copybook, and night pearls, bicycles and music boxes, have not started shooting yet. It is obvious that these items will be started on the third day.

The climax of the auction finally came. Several Jinyiwei carefully held a mouthful of brocade box and placed it on the table.

Auctionist Zhang Shiwen opened the lid of the brocade box, then held the brocade box in his hand, facing the opening of the room: "Please look at all guests. This is the "Preface to the Lanting Collection", an absolute rare product in the royal collection. Although it has been passed down for thousands of years, it has been well preserved."

"Wow!" The people in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

"This adult, the grass-roots people have a saying, I don't know whether to speak or not." A wealthy businessman from the audience stood up.

Zhang Shiwen looked at the rich businessman and said, "But it's okay."

The rich businessman moistened his voice and said with courage: "The Preface to the Lanting Collection is no longer authentic. This Preface to the Lanting Collection is not the original version of Wang Xizhi, and this item is not even Feng Chengsu's copy, but should be a copy of Guo Tianxi, a former Yuan Dynasty."

The copy of this kind of famous calligraphy and painting is also of high value. The copy of "Preface to the Lanting Collection" has the highest value, which is Feng Chengsu's version, and there are also copy versions of famous artists such as Yu Shinan, Ouyang Xun, Xue Shaopeng, Mi Fu, Zhao Mengfu, Dong Qichang, and Tang Bohu. Those versions are also rare treasures, but this era is based on the age, the higher the value.
Chapter completed!