As soon as she entered Zhenyunxuan, Zhang Moyan thought she had arrived at an archive room, because the rows of aluminum hand-cranked compact cabinets over 2 meters high and with steering wheels installed on the side looked too much like something found in an archive room.
Several rows of cabinets were opened, and before she could stand still, the little aunt had dragged her and hid between two rows of cabinets.
There were tall, long cabinets in front and back, a bit like being in a library. But a closer look revealed that the cabinets were divided into dozens of compartments, filled not with paper books or archives, but with exquisite porcelain pieces of various colors and styles, some placed in brocade boxes, others fixed to mahogany bases with thin, invisible fishing lines.
These porcelains are very old, silently and unobtrusively exuding the condensed temperament of time.
Zhang Moyan turned her head casually and saw a colorful flower plate with the inscription "Made in the Kangxi Period of the Qing Dynasty".
This Zhenyunxuan is a warehouse, no, or it would be more appropriate to call it a "treasure house".
Realizing this, Zhang Moyan's first reaction was to get out quickly. This was truly a "trespasser-death" forbidden area, right?!
Just as she was about to move, the aunt suddenly pulled her back and made her squat, pointing a finger to their right.
Zhang Moyan held her breath and concentrated, then she heard a few light footsteps in the room. After a while, there was the sound of a page turning, and then it seemed like a box was moved and put back in its original place.
Zhang Moyan's heart was in her throat. There was someone in this room!!!
Yes, the door is ajar, so of course there is someone there.
Suddenly, the feeling of being a thief enveloped her whole body. She looked at the little aunt in fear and saw that the expression on the little girl's face was obviously more excited than nervous. It was obvious that this was definitely not her first time here.
After staying still for a while, the footsteps moved away. The little aunt let go of her hand, stood up, and proudly stretched out her fingers to point at the grids one by one, signaling Zhang Moyan to take a good look, as if showing off her wealth.
Zhang Moyan’s current situation can be described as “being attacked from both sides”. She can’t leave, nor can she stay away from looking. She can only be forced to appreciate the antiques in this state.
The Xiao family's collection was truly all-encompassing. Zhang Moyan rotated 360 degrees on the spot, and saw things he had only seen in museums before: flower-shaped boxes from the late Tang Dynasty, lotus-carved plates from the Song Dynasty's Ding Kiln, yellow-glazed bowls from the Ming Dynasty's Zhengde official kiln, vases with floral motifs from the Qing Dynasty's Xuantong era, and blue and white porcelain from various dynasties...
From the details to the whole, Zhang Moyan couldn't imagine how many famous porcelains were stored in this room. It was probably enough to hold a collection exhibition in the Shenhai Museum.
Zhang Moyan felt more and more that it was not appropriate to stay here for long. She looked away and wanted to call her aunt, but when she looked down, she found that her aunt was no longer around!
Zhang Moyan's breathing hitched, and the nerves in her back tensed up. Suddenly, a strong sense of unease washed over her. She didn't dare make a sound, wary of the person in the room while searching around.
After leaving this row of long cabinets and walking two or three rows back, I suddenly heard a "clang" and the sound of porcelain falling to the ground and shattering!
The sound was like a torpedo bomb exploding in the silent deep sea.
"who?!"
A female voice startled them, and then footsteps were heard rushing towards them.
Zhang Moyan arrived at the scene before the others, only to see the little aunt with a pale face and trembling body, looking at the ground. At her feet, a blood-red porcelain with rich glaze was broken into pieces, and the round base rolled to the side.
"Little aunt..." Zhang Moyan hugged the frightened little aunt, "What's going on?"
"Ah!" A quiet-looking woman in her twenties came over and screamed. She stared at the scattered porcelain on the ground for at least 10 seconds, then looked at them in horror and asked, "Little aunt? Who are you? What's going on? Oh my God..."
The girl's face turned pale as she squatted down, her fingers hovering over the pieces of red porcelain as if afraid to touch them. Her mouth was open in shock, speechless. After a long moment, she swallowed and uttered in a trembling voice, "This is Kangxi Langhong... Oh my God, how could this be?"
When Zhang Moyan heard the word "Lang Hong", her heart skipped a beat.
"If you want to be poor, burn red" is an old saying. In the history of porcelain firing, red is extremely rare, second only to azure blue as a precious glaze color. This rarity is due to the extremely stringent kiln temperature requirements for red.
According to calculations by scientists using advanced instruments, red-glazed porcelain was only produced in 1250.
c to 1280
If the temperature is too low, the porcelain will turn black, and if the temperature is too high, the color will turn white.
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In ancient times when there were no sophisticated instruments, the range of C could only be determined based on the experience of craftsmen, so the firing rate of red-glazed porcelain was extremely low.
From the red glaze accidentally fired in the Changsha kiln in the Tang Dynasty to the Langhong glaze with a glassy luster and a gem-like appearance, craftsmen have worked hard for a thousand years. Countless kilns have almost gone bankrupt in order to produce Langhong.
Therefore, the value of this broken piece of porcelain on the ground can be imagined.
"Who are you?!" The woman frowned and asked Zhang Moyan sternly, "What's going on? Why are you here?!"
"Lin Yin..." The little aunt broke away from Zhang Moyan and threw herself into her arms.
It turns out that this girl with shoulder-length hair, fair skin and a classical beauty is Lin Yin.
"My name is Zhang Moyan, and I'm Teacher Xiao Xingyu's bodyguard." Zhang Moyan said her name, feeling uneasy for the little aunt. It was certainly wrong for them to be here, but compared to the trouble this little brat had caused, how they ended up here was no longer important.
"Lin Yin, she broke the bottle!"
"Please..." Zhang Moyan was just about to tell Lin Yin everything, and had only said two words when he heard the little aunt pointing at him and saying this.
There was a buzzing sound in Zhang Moyan's ears, like a thunderbolt in a clear sky, so loud that she was stunned on the spot!
She looked at the little aunt in extreme shock. She hooked her arm around Lin Yin's neck and continued, "She forced me to bring her to Zhenyunxuan. I brought her in secretly, and she wandered around everywhere. I found her trying to take the bottle, so I called her, and the moment she let go, the bottle fell to the ground. Wuuuuuuuuu... Lin Yin, have I gotten into trouble?!"
The little aunt actually swore at others and complained first!!!
Although it was just a few words, the cause and effect and details were clearly presented. At the end, he actually burst into tears, and cried more and more fiercely and sincerely, and finally burst into sobs.
Zhang Moyan stood there frozen, so angry that she even forgot what to say.
She really didn't know how she had offended this little devil, to be toyed with by her like this today! Was it just because she stopped her from abusing an earthworm?
"Is what she said true?" Lin Yin stood up holding the little aunt, glaring at Zhang Moyan with an even more stern look.
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Sadly, the community was unsealed early yesterday...
Why not block it for the full 14 days if it's said to be blocked for 14 days!!!
Crying bitterly,
Rolling on the ground, not wanting to go to work.
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