The doomsday big shot from the Xuanmen sect caught the last train for transmigration, becoming the fake daughter in an abusive novel. At the start, she evaded various ill-intentioned individuals on...
Where can I find porcelain from the Qianlong era?
"It's real, it really is real!"
"The Great Qian period truly deserves to be called the most prosperous dynasty in ancient Blue Star. The kiln firing techniques at that time were already so exquisite."
"We still know very little about the distant history before the Apocalypse. This almost led to the loss of such a national treasure."
"It has a tear, but thankfully it doesn't affect the overall condition."
"They actually washed it with water? What a waste! Luckily, it didn't damage the core."
Qu Jian'er finished making the rattan swing.
A group of professors who came to Jupiter for research learned about the antiques there through Lan Xiaonan.
They rushed over in a flurry.
There are many different opinions surrounding the blue and white porcelain.
It will damage the reputation of the production team.
It was scattered in the niche field of history.
Lan Xiaonan looked at this group of titans whose mere stomp of their feet could shake the history community.
She had no choice but to have the live stream paused.
The assistant said cautiously, "Director Lan, I also want to turn it off, but the audience won't let me."
Lan Xiaonan said seriously, "Their word doesn't count. Most of these teachers don't like being on camera. The fact that they came to help with the evaluation is an honor for the production team..."
The assistant placed the comments in front of Lan Xiaonan.
【Don't close it! Don't close it!!!】
We're quiet, but we want to watch!
Ah! I can almost see Cookie's invisible hand slapping the faces of those haters.
[I saw our history professor! Oh no, will my secret of watching the live stream during class get exposed?]
I feel sorry for those who came before, but to be honest, your teacher probably doesn't have time to pay attention to you.
Okay, quiet down so the live stream doesn't end!
[orz, quiet down——]
Netizens flocked to watch.
Everything was as quiet as a chicken.
They're as well-behaved as elementary school students.
Lan Xiaonan watched the strange turn of events in the live stream.
Thinking back to those times when I tried so hard to maintain order, I felt a pang of heartache.
After a long silence.
Lan Xiaonan signaled to Deputy Director Feng to follow up.
She walked toward someone who was swinging on a swing.
Lan Xiaonan thought that Qu Jian'er didn't like crowds, so she was hiding under a tree where it would be hard for others to notice her.
Only when you get closer do you realize that someone has a duck neck in their mouth.
Lan Xiaonan: "..." Holy crap? Sneaking food!
Qu Jian'er: "..." Holy crap, we've been found out!
Black Pillar chewed on the chicken's neck: You humans have such expressive faces, crunch crunch.
Qu Jian'er reluctantly shifted her body and emphasized again, "Do you really have to squeeze in with me? Xiao Qiu was just born and can't support our combined weight."
Lan Xiaonan's thoughts suddenly caught up with Qu Jian'er's train of thought; she knew without even guessing.
"Xiao Qiu" refers to the swing under their buttocks.
Lan Xiaonan sighed and said sincerely, "Thank you."
Qu Jian'er gave a wicked smile: "You think I'll give it to you just because you thank me? Don't dream about it."
Lan Xiaonan's "thank you" was full of meaning.
But seeing that Qu Jian'er was only focused on taking the swing from her, she didn't bother to explain.
After the blue and white porcelain was identified.
The group, along with the silver ball tracking camera, arrived behind Qu Jian'er and promptly spotted the two people with greasy mouths.
Hearing footsteps, Qu Jian'er quickly stuffed the vacuum bag of duck necks into Lan Xiaonan's arms.
Finally, he took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.
Her movements were fluid and natural, and she appeared completely at ease.
We're here, trembling with fear, awaiting the test results.
【You guys are really something!】
[Sneaking food behind our backs!?]
[Wow, that was perfect synchronization! Such great teamwork!]
[It's not tacit understanding, it's a collective chill; only cookies and duck necks can warm us up.]
[+1!]
[+2!]
[+...]
Under the intense gaze of everyone.
Qu Jian'er straightened her fur collar and looked at Lan Xiaonan seriously: "Once you've eaten my duck neck, you're mine. You know what to do next, right?"
The crowd shared a rare unanimous sentiment: Are you playing spy games in front of everyone?
Lan Xiaonan blinked and gave a sweet smile: "Half a pack isn't enough to bribe me, you definitely have more."
Qu Jian'er sighed: "There are no other 3 packs. They're just harmless jokes."
Lan Xiaonan shook her head, suppressing a laugh: "I don't believe it."
;-) Everyone: Hey, it even rhymes!
Qu Jian'er squinted her eyes: "Just tell me, are you going to take the blame or not?"
Lan Xiaonan couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, I admit that I encouraged her. Don't blame her, everyone. If you have to blame someone, blame me for secretly eating duck necks behind everyone's back."
;-) Everyone: Just keep spoiling her!
Qu Jian'er ignored the piercing gazes of the crowd. With a flick of her wrist, the black giant paw, having finished licking its paws, leaped up and landed lightly on Qu Jian'er's arm.
[Shameless cookies.]
What an adorable kitty.
I want them both.
[The person in front wants to eat it, but the cookies and the cat are mine. I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy!]
[Let's stay on topic and see what the professors have to say.]
Everyone turned their attention to Qu Jian'er.
The leader was an old man with a face full of wrinkles, each wrinkle carrying the solemnity of years.
She walked up to Qu Jian'er and asked, "Since the Great Qian Dynasty, every generation has produced blue and white porcelain. How can you tell its age?"
Qu Jian'er casually said, "It's stamped on the bottom. Don't you rely on this to verify the production date?"
These words were spoken.
The scene suddenly fell silent.
The old man, tears streaming down his face, said, "You recognize the patterns underneath; the red designs are indeed characters, aren't they?"
Qu Jian'er hadn't expected that her words would make someone cry; she was terrible at comforting people.
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