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    Mo Xiaoyu put on her clothes silently and went downstairs, waiting for Ji Kexin to go to work, but the few words she just said made Mo Xiaoyu very uncomfortable. Why do people have backgrounds, and I can only have the back?

    It has to be said that Ji Kexin is a flirtatious woman, such a woman is no better than those dignified and generous women, and with those women, they have to carry it before turning off the lights, otherwise their face can't stand it, just like Luo Jia, every time  Every time I do that, I have to turn off the lights, never with the lights on.

    But Ji Kexin is different. I don¡¯t know if I can turn on the light or not, but I can do it during the day, so I still care about whether to turn on the light or not?  And this woman seemed to be crazy, she didn't know who was playing with whom in bed, anyway, Mo Xiaoyu felt that she didn't take advantage of this morning's battle.

    Maybe it was influenced by Ji Kexin. I felt that the performance just now was the best performance since the first time. She was brave, strong, and invincible.  Guilty.

    "Mo Xiaoyu, I thought about it. That old man Lang Jianbai is indeed more considerate than me. You should go to the Art Academy. This is also an opportunity. If you really can't draw, you can also learn calligraphy and painting from those old professors."  Appreciation, it is best to familiarize yourself with the calligraphy and painting market, do you understand what I mean?" Ji Kexin said.

    "Boss, I understand, I must study hard"

    "What's the boss, just call me Sister Xin from now on."  After Ji Kexin said this in the back seat, she felt her face was hot. After a night of love, the boss became sister Xin.

    "Yes, Miss Xin."  Mo Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, if you put in the effort, you will reap the rewards. It's an honor to work.

    "Well, you still go to the old thing at night?" Ji Kexin asked again.

    This question is really complicated, they are all bachelors, just make it clear, don't go at all, or stay at home with me tonight, that's not enough, you have to use rhetorical questions.

    "Well, how about I pass it later, and I won't pass it at night."  How can Mo Xiaoyu fail to hear that there is something in Ji Kexin's words, is this a hint to herself?

    "That's okay, you can send me to the unit, you don't need to pick me up at noon, I still have something to do, just pick me up in the afternoon."  Ji Kexin said.

    Mo Xiaoyu still dutifully sent Ji Kexin to the elevator in the basement, and then called Lang Jianbai, wanting to go to the museum to study during the day.

    But it is a pity that Lang Jianbai has no time during the day and has other arrangements. He just told Mo Xiaoyu to go to the museum by himself first, and he will go there later. He also introduced him to a museum master and asked him to take him to visit.  .

    Mo Xiaoyu has become a frequent visitor to the museum now, and the guards all know that this person is the boss, so they don't even check when they come out, and the guards even thoughtfully issued a special pass for his car.  The special role of relationships.

    Mo Xiaoyu arrived at the office building, and finally found the room according to the room number Lang Jianbai said, but there was only a thin old man who looked older than Lang Jianbai in the room. Could this be the commentary Lang Jianbai arranged for him?  member?  How can I bear it.

    "Excuse me, is Master Wen there?" Mo Xiaoyu knocked on the door and asked.

    "I am, who are you, oh, by the way, Director Lang said he has accepted a new apprentice, is it you?" The old man raised his head, put the newspaper in his hand on the table, and took off the old  Huajing looked at Mo Xiaoyu at the door and asked.

    "It's me, you are Master Wen?"

    "I am Wen Yushan, sit down."

    Seeing this old man, Mo Xiaoyu really couldn't bear to sneak him anymore. It's also good to chat with these old masters. It seems that he can only visit again if he has a chance.

    After Mo Xiaoyu sat down, Wen Yushan smiled and asked, "Curator Lang said you want to visit the museum. Let me tell you about it. Tell me, which area do you want to visit?"

    "Well, I'm more interested in bronzes, or else".  Looking at the old man's body, Mo Xiaoyu hesitated.

    "People who study calligraphy and painting are interested in bronze ware. It's interesting and interesting. Okay, let's go."  Wen Yushan stroked his goatee, smiled, and got up first.

    When he really took action, Mo Xiaoyu realized that the old man looked trembling, but in fact he was in better health than the young man, and when he walked with strides, Mo Xiaoyu would be left behind if he was not careful.

    "Our Tangzhou Museum has the most bronze wares, which may be due to geography. In history, Tangzhou was surrounded by the central area of ??the ruling dynasty, so there are many bronze wares unearthed. These are all, take a closer look."  Wen Yushan pointed to the large and small rusty tripods, bronze mirrors, and various other ritual vessels for offering sacrifices to heaven.

    "Master Wen, do you have bronze?A wine vessel?  I'm more interested in this.  "

    "Yes, it's right in front."  Wen Yushan took Mo Xiaoyu and walked forward for a while. Sure enough, in the glass cover, because of the light, those ancient bronzes looked very mysterious.  There is a story behind everything.

    The main reason why Mo Xiaoyu wanted to see the bronze wares was to find out where the set of wine vessels in his hand came from and whether it had a very mysterious background. Otherwise, how could there be such a mysterious power?  I know, you want to figure out something, but how painful it is to have no one to discuss it with, Mo Xiaoyu is in extreme pain right now.

    "Have these wine vessels been used by princes and generals?" Mo Xiaoyu said with a smile.

    "It's not certain, but it's very likely that bronze wares, the most important utensils of the country, were not made by ordinary people in ancient times, and they were basically used as ritual utensils for worshiping heaven before the Warring States Period, because of the amount of copper mined in ancient times.  It has not been very large, and it is mainly used to mint coins."

    "Master Wen, I think these wine utensils are not a set, some only have wine jugs, some just have a wine glass, not even a wine jug."  Mo Xiaoyu continued to ask.

    "These things have been buried in the soil for thousands of years. It would be nice to find them. How can we expect to find a set of wine vessels? If they are verified to be a set, they will be valuable."  In Wen Yushan's view, Mo Xiaoyu is just a layman, just watching the excitement, and the questions he asked have no academic content, and bringing him to visit is just for the curator's face.

    "Master Wen, I have a question. You said that these things are thousands of years old, and they are either buried in the cemetery or in the ruins of the city. Do they have a spiritual energy?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.

    Hearing this, Master Wen couldn't help but glance at him. Why did this kid suddenly ask this question?

    Speaking of spiritual energy, although it has not been confirmed, there is indeed such a legend in history that the owner of that set of wine vessels was the king of Zhou, Emperor Xin, who set himself on fire and died for his country. However, the last time that set of wine vessels appeared was at the state banquet of the Great Qin Empire.  Since then, there has been no trace. It is said that it was brought into the imperial mausoleum by Qin Shihuang. Anyway, it disappeared anyway.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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