Fang Feiyang was the only one left in the huge study, stunned and dazed.

By the time he came to his senses, Mr. Song had already gone out.

Fang Feiyang circled around the pair of colorful glasses several times, and the doubts in his heart became deeper and deeper.

"Did I encounter something unlucky?"

Fang Feiyang remembered that he had watched a horror movie in the early years. It was about an ancient mirror that was haunted by the curse of the dead due to a tragic murder. Anyone who finally got this ancient mirror would be

Horrible visions will appear, and you can see the tragic events of the previous owner of the ancient mirror, and you will definitely die a violent death some time afterwards.

Fang Feiyang took a shuddering sip of hot tea to calm down his shock, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"No, I don't believe in evil. If it were evil, wouldn't Mr. Song be living well?"

Fang Feiyang plucked up the courage, stretched out his right hand and slowly approached the cloisonné bottle again.

The same tingling warmth quickly traveled down his arms to his brain, and that magical scene appeared in his mind again. It was still the middle-aged man in the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, holding the cloisonné bottle high and throwing it down angrily. Fang Feiyang this time

Because I was mentally prepared, I was not frightened, but chose to continue playing this magical image in my mind.

However, the image that broke into his brain seemed to be very short. After the bottle hit the ground, the image disappeared. But in the last flash, Fang Feiyang caught the colorful bottle after it hit the ground. A small piece of it was as big as an egg.

The pieces shattered and fell out.

Fang Feiyang suddenly had a guess that shocked him.

He carefully picked up the colored vase, turned the bottom over, and carefully observed the copper base of the base. Sure enough, there was a trace of artificial repair on the corner. The area was about the same as the fragment that appeared in the image just now, and it should be

A slight color difference between the enamel glaze and other parts can be found under strong light.

"Could it be that the magical image I saw actually happened on this cloisonné bottle a few years ago?"

Fang Feiyang made a bold guess.

At this time, Fang Feiyang only felt that his heartbeat was speeding up and his breathing was short. Due to excessive tension, he even felt that his entire body was out of control.

I wonder if similar images will appear if I touch other antiques?

With a heart seeking verification, he gently reached out to another cloisonne bottle on the antique shelf. At the same time, he tensed his muscles and nerves, preparing to be "electrically shocked". To his disappointment, the warm current

Entrance and magical images did not appear.

"Huh? No response! Could it be that all this was just a coincidence?"

Fang Feiyang tried again, but there was still no response. He felt a little disappointed and a little regretful.

While he was sighing, his left hand subconsciously touched another porcelain box with colorful flowers on the antique shelf next to it. The box had a round waist and was painted with mandarin ducks, fish and birds, as well as various flowers and fruits. Fang Fei raised his hand and touched it.

When I looked at the waist on the side of the porcelain box, my magical perception appeared again, and an image fragment of about 3 seconds immediately appeared in my mind.

A man who looks like a worker, has a beard all over his face and is wearing a turban, is holding a carving knife to inscribe and engrave the porcelain box. It can be seen that the four characters "Da Ming Jiajing" have been engraved.

The magical scene that appeared again made Fang Feiyang very excited. He picked up the colorful flower porcelain box and turned it 180 degrees. The white and slightly yellow bottom of the box was neatly printed with six dark blue Chinese characters "Da Ming Jiajing".

"Annual System", the font is exactly the same as the font seen in the mental image, both are neat regular script, and the six Chinese characters are located in the middle of the double circle at the bottom.

"It's really incredible. I can feel the inscription on this porcelain box before it was fired. Is the man in the image from the Ming Dynasty? It's from the Jiajing period. It's so long ago. It's probably three or four hundred years ago.

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Most of Fang Feiyang's historical knowledge has been returned to his former junior high school teacher. Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty was about 450 years ago. What he didn't know was that the full name of this color box porcelain was "Jiajing Colorful Flower Pattern Box".

Roughly square in shape, it was produced under the supervision of the Imperial Palace Household Office at that time. It can be regarded as a true royal tribute, and its value is much higher than the two cloisonné copper bottles.

Fang Feiyang looked back and saw that Mr. Song had not come back yet.

He followed the order of the earthen jars, porcelain, pen holders, and bamboo root carvings on the antique shelf and touched them one by one.

Fang Feiyang sensed a primitive and vast atmosphere from the land of China from the tattered and slightly red earthen jar. A group of naked people were fetching water from the earthen jar.

Do you know how old this item is?

The exquisite ornament that seemed to be carved from rhinoceros horn looked simple and elegant, but Fang Feiyang did not perceive any image from it.

The yellow-colored cylinder, which was heavy when weighed, looked like a hole in the middle of a piece of wood. It was very crude and rough, but Fang Feiyang could sense from it that a young carpenter was holding a carving knife.

With a smile on his face, he was carving a pen holder for reading for his young son.

There were also pieces of slightly green glaze and pure white porcelain pieces on the antique shelf. When Fang Feiyang touched them, he felt that in that turbulent era, a beautiful porcelain bottle was artificially smashed, and the fragments were buried in the darkness.

Deep in the soil, the sun finally appeared again.

Fang Feiyang excitedly walked around Song Longshan's study, doing experiments with the Song family's collection to verify his sudden mysterious perception.

After a series of verifications, Fang Feiyang felt a little tired, his head was a little bloated, and he felt like he was overusing his brain.

He added some hot water to his tea cup and sat down to rest for a while.

By comparing the perceptual images of different collections on antique shelves, Fang Feiyang can basically determine that only old objects of a certain age can he perceive the image fragments associated with them through touch. Those modern handicrafts, no matter how complicated the craftsmanship is,

No matter how beautiful it is, he can't perceive even a single fragment of the image.

However, Fang Feiyang was a little unsure about this limit of a certain year. After all, the historical knowledge had been almost forgotten. He estimated that if the relevant images of this old object could be flashed in his mind, it would be at least more than 100 years old.

Just when Fang Feiyang was thinking about taking a break and testing some of the collections, the middle-aged woman's voice came from the study door: "Mr. Fang, dinner is ready. Mr. Song asked me to call you down for dinner.

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"Oh well!"

"It seems that there is no chance to test it." Fang Feiyang thought to himself. He gently put down the teacup and followed the middle-aged woman downstairs to eat.

Six or seven exquisite side dishes have been prepared on the dining table downstairs, and the dining chairs have been warmly drawn out and placed in place, waiting for the guests to sit down.

"Come on...Xiao Fang, come over for dinner. You must be starving."

Song Longshan opened a bottle of liquor as he spoke, "Come on, let's have a couple of drinks with the old man."

"My drinking capacity is average." Fang Feiyang replied while scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Haha, it's okay. My principle of drinking is not to force myself to drink as much or as little as I want. Just do whatever you want."

While Song Longshan was talking, he had already filled a glass of white wine for Fang Feiyang.

Fang Feiyang took a look at the wine box packaging. It was the trademark of Moutai. He had just drank this wine yesterday and it looked very familiar. However, the trademark on the bottle was very different. It was almost blank. There were only seven words printed on it: "Specialized by the Great Hall of the People."

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Chapter completed!