Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

  Chapter 6 What about the rich old man?

   It was a round bowl with a slightly purple color, which looked inconspicuous, but who was Jiang Ruobai?

  However he looked at it, he felt that the bowl was a bit like something that Master Xuanyun used to travel around.

   That is the only personal object of Master Xuanyun in the world, and it is truly priceless.

   Such a collection-level treasure, this girl uses it as a cat bowl?

  Jiang Ning suspected that he had read it wrong.

   But, it's really similar.

  Jiang Ruobai couldn't help but leaned over, squatted on the ground, and stared at the bowl.

   The cat was eating happily, and when he saw that there was someone coming to grab the food, he immediately turned around, and made a bark at him, his whole body fried with fur.

   Jiang Ning was stunned.

   What about the good rich dad?

   Dressed so gorgeously, squatting on the ground to grab food from the cat?

   Nine times out of ten, this is a fake. Seeing her beauty, she wanted to kidnap her and sell her!

   is also not right. If he is really a kidnapper, he will not be so hungry that he will grab food from the cat.

   That is really hungry.

  Jiang Ning said: "This uncle, if you are really hungry, there is still some mushroom soup in my pot... I was going to prepare it for dinner, let's eat it for you."

"Oh..." Jiang Ruobai looked at Bo'er in fascination, but didn't hear what she said for a while, he hummed a few times, until a porcelain bowl appeared in front of him, and then he realized what he was doing at this time, it was easy for people to misunderstand .

   He laughed and said, "Actually I... eh?"

   He smelled a strong, special fragrance from the tip of his nose.

   emanated from the porcelain bowl in front of him.

  Jiang Ning smiled and encouraged him: "Eat it."

   The girl's smile was too bright, and the soup was too fragrant. Jiang Ruobai involuntarily took the soup and took a sip.

  The entrance is fragrant, the mushrooms are tender and smooth, and the aftertaste is endless.

  Jiang Ruobai had never eaten such soup, and drank half a bowl of soup in one go.

   He came from a famous family, what kind of world he has never seen, and what blessings he has never enjoyed. But in this thatched hut, I ate the most delicious soup in my life.

   How not to be shocked.

   He couldn't even lick his lower lip.

   Jiang Ning felt a chill in his heart when he saw this.

   Half a bowl of soup is so greedy, this guy is even poorer than Old Li Tou!

   also lied to her that the Jiang family was rich, and she could do as much as she wanted.

  Bah.

  I don’t want to go.

   Jiang Ruobai never thought that he would be cast into the ranks of poor ghosts after drinking half a bowl of soup.

   He was staring at the porcelain bowl in his hand.

  This porcelain bowl…

   The glaze color is blue and green, the luster is soft, and there are brown cracks on the bottom, which is clearly a treasure from the old official kiln.

   The price of this bowl alone is worth one hundred taels of silver.

  Jiang Ruobai looked at the wooden table in the hall, and his heart trembled.

   There is a whole set on the table, exactly the same as the one in the hand.

  This set is even more precious.

   It's not that he hasn't seen these things, but it's not in these dilapidated thatched cottages.

what's the situation?

  Jiang Ruobai walked into the room in shock and saw a painting on the table next to it, placed under a pot of orchids. There was some dirt in some places.

  Jiang Ruobai's pupils shrank, rushed over and took the orchid away, picked up the painting and looked at it carefully.

  This paper, this touch line, this seal, this majestic momentum revealed in this painting—

   Yes, it is the authentic work of Zhang Linxian, a famous painter and calligrapher in the Southern Dynasties - Sunset and Afterglow.

  This painting, he also has a copy in his study, which was copied by a great painter of the dynasty. Although it is a good thing, it is far from the real work.

  No, there is no comparison at all.

   Fake is fake.

   will never become true!

  Jiang Ruobai swallowed her saliva, then looked around the room, and finally landed on an inconspicuous big wicker basket behind the door.

   (end of this chapter)