If she didn't leave Changyan now, she would probably have to take care of the next summer vacation.

There were many visits and interviews. Although she didn't have to worry about any strange relatives coming to cause trouble again, she couldn't refuse the younger brothers and sisters of her classmates to come to learn from the scriptures.

Thinking of this, Chen Mange felt his scalp numb and immediately nodded: "Okay!"

The next day when she went to school to fill out her application, the teacher from the Tsinghua Admissions Office also rushed over.

The head teacher and the principal also attended the scene in person. They were also slightly shocked when they saw that Lu Zian was accompanying Chen Mange to fill out the application form.

I originally wanted to arrange for Chen Mange to do an interview and promote the school by the way, but Lu Zi'an's aura was too strong, and he protected him very tightly. The principal followed until the end, but still couldn't find an opportunity to speak out.

After filling out the application, Chen Mange breathed a long sigh of relief.

She pulled Lu Zi'an, walked through the long corridor, and looked back at the school gate for a long time.

It was not until she saw the reporters rushing to hear the news that she quickly got into the car.

"Oh, it's still one step late." The reporters lamented.

However, although they failed to interview me, they still did not miss such a good opportunity. They pulled Chen Mange's head teacher for a good interview.

In fact, the head teacher, Mr. Wu, was also a little confused. It was the first time she had seen such a high score after leading the class for so many years.

Liberal arts! 725 points!

What is this concept? I am afraid that even science can get the first place in the province.

Promotion and salary increase are naturally indispensable. What makes her even more excited is the subsequent impact of this provincial top scorer on her.

Therefore, she praised Chen Mange very much during the interview.

Although I was very happy and excited, Teacher Wu also hesitated for a moment when the interview was about to end and said seriously: "I still hope that all students can treat the olive branches, agreements and confirmations submitted by universities in a normal manner. From the perspective of enrollment procedures and policies, this behavior is not recognized by the education department."

She clicked until she did not explain in detail, but those who could understand would naturally understand.

There was an example of signing a confirmation letter of admission with a commercial school. After filling out the application form as required, the university did not accept it. Seven high-scoring students in a certain province were cheated like this, and many people expressed their regret.

Are there any minority people like Chen Mange? More hope is the score based on the score.

After all, what is the point of any more compensation?

This result directly affects the candidate's life.

Chen Mange's old photos were found, and the words "The Top Scholar in the Liberal Arts of Fu'an Province" were overwhelming.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, they set off on a flight to North China.

It was not until he settled down in a hotel in Beiyi that Chen Mange felt relieved.

She took off her shoes, walked barefoot on the floor, and sighed in a long sigh: "Brother Zi'an, I suddenly want to go swimming."

"Yes." Lu Zian chatted with Ying Xuan, and said without raising his head: "There is a swimming pool downstairs. If you want to go private, it's still downstairs."

"I'll take a look first." Chen Mange took two steps, looked back at him and said in confusion: "By the way, didn't you say Ying Xuan is in Beiqi? Where is Qiqi?"

Why didn't I come to pick me up? It's not like Xiao Xuanxuan's style.

"He was in a little trouble." Lu Zian clicked on a picture and frowned slightly: "I'll take a look later..."

He got up and took out the paper and pen, and looked at the picture while outlining it with a pen on the paper.

The complex lines and delicate lines, although there were only a few strokes, the momentum that came to his face still surprised Chen Mange slightly.

She even forgot about the swimming pool, and stretched her head to look at the picture frozen in his phone, with a subtle look: "...Is this, the dragon throne?"

At this time, Lu Zian was slowly outlining the cloud dragon pattern on a pillar and said, "The throne of gold-painted cloud dragon pattern."

"Oh... I remembered it." Chen Mange nodded. It seemed that someone had asked Brother Zi'an to go to the Forbidden City to repair cultural relics, but later Ying Xuan replaced him: "How could it be this dragon throne? When I heard about it before, I thought it would be from other halls..."

This is the throne of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, she thought she would take good care of it.

"Well... from other palaces, they won't come to me anymore..." Lu Zi'an frowned slightly, and the tip of his pen paused on the drawing.

The lines are very smooth. Although the pattern of the two dragons playing with beads on the high waist of this seat made of nanmu is a bit complicated, the overall situation is still fine. Why did Ying Xuan get stuck here?

After carefully enlarging the picture and looking at it, Lu Zi'an put down his pen: "I have to go there, do you want to go with me? Or do you go swimming by yourself."

"I'll go with you."

When he arrived at the Forbidden City, Ying Xuan came to pick him up in person.

After not seeing him for half a month, he was obviously much haggard, but even if he was so unrefined, his eyes were still astonishingly bright.

"Master! Master's wife!" Ying Xuan came to meet him excitedly when he saw Lu Zian and the others, and suddenly became a little depressed: "I'm sorry, I'm embarrassing you."

Lu Zian looked at him and said bluntly: "Yes, embarrassing!"

Ying Xuan's heart was half cold, and Chen Mange felt that he was about to cry in the next second.

"If you can't do it, what does it matter? Didn't you hire a lot of people before, but they did it?" Lu Zian stood with his hands behind his back, with a cold face: "Knowing shame and being brave is the way to success. Don't dare to admit your mistakes, and delaying time is the stupidest thing!"

Every time he said something, Ying Xuan's eyes lit up and his head raised a little.

Seeing him like this, Lu Zian couldn't help but shout: "Hait up! Look up! Stand up straight for me! It's not embarrassing to be unable to do it. It's embarrassing that you just shy of your timid bear!"

"Yes!" Ying Xuan straightened his spine. Although his eyes were a little red, his energy was coming back.

Because the throne is in the restoration period, the Hall of Supreme Harmony is not open to tourists.

At this time, many experts and craftsmen stood in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Of course, Mr. Zhuo was also on the scene.

Crawling under the trap, the moment Lu Zi'an and the other two stepped into the main hall, the original discussion suddenly stopped.

This was an awkward silence, and everyone didn't even know how to react for a moment.

Finally, Mr. Zhuo reacted first and said in surprise: "Master Lu? When did you arrive in Beiya?"

"Just arrived today." Lu Zi'an walked over with a calm expression: "How is the current situation?"

The dragon throne is placed on the Sumeru-shaped platform in the center of the Hall of Supreme Hall, quietly dormant, like a wounded beast.

The lights in the hall were not bright, but this golden light still shone blindly.

"It's still not possible. It's hard for everyone to reach the same level as the restoration of gold foil." It was not Mr. Zhuo who spoke, but another middle-aged man. Seeing Lu Zian looking at him, he took the lead in reaching out: "Hello Master Lu, I have long been obsessed with my name. I am the administrator of the Forbidden City and my surname is Li.

When Lu Zian heard this sound, he felt familiar. After thinking about it, it seemed that it was the person who snatched Mr. Zhuo’s phone on the phone that time.

Thinking of this, he smiled in his eyes and held him Xuxu: "Hello, Mr. Li, where is the problem?"

Mr. Li felt that he could not express his thoughts in a single language, so he simply took Lu Zi'an to the dragon throne: "Master Lu, look, although we had excellent maintenance before,... they still had wear and tear..."

Following the direction of his finger, Lu Zian saw the seat position, with some thin and faint traces. Although it was not obvious, it could be seen that this was still a very serious situation for the dragon throne.

In addition, there is also the back of the dragon chaise, and the pattern is slightly worn, which is an old mark...

"We are not sure yet. The mark is just on the paint surface, but it has already penetrated into the gold foil layer..." Mr. Li was quite worried: "But even if it is just the paint surface, if it is processed, it will be a big project. The entire paint surface needs to be replaced, but we cannot guarantee that the gold foil will not be damaged..."

This is in line with Ying Xuan's words. Ying Xuan thought that he simply replaced the gold foil. Although it was a bit troublesome and complicated, it could at least ensure that the overall color of the entire dragon chaise was perfectly unified.

But this requires mentioning the making of the dragon chair.

"The gold painted on the dragon chair is made of "mud gold" method." Lu Zi'an bent down and looked, wiped his hands clean with a towel, and then gently touched the dragon chair: "It is to grind the gold foil glue into fine, remove the glue and dry it into powder, and then use silk cotton to sweep it to the body of the gold glue. Finally, use translucent and slightly yellow paint to brush it with a layer. What is the usual maintenance? "

"We are still very careful and serious about maintenance. All the cultural relics in the Taihe Palace never use water..." Seeing that he explained the method of mud and gold thoroughly, Mr. Li no longer hesitated: "We are also very careful when cleaning. In ancient times, eunuchs did not use feather dusters when cleaning, but used softer fox dusters. But now, foxes can't catch them, so they used cat feather dusters instead..."

But at the end, he said with a very ugly expression: "This time, a tourist secretly ran up and sat down while the staff was not paying attention. The jewelry on his body scratched the dragon chaise... We were worried that it would be scratched on the gold foil layer, so after repeated discussions, we decided to complete the dragon chaise."

Although it was a child, they immediately took strict supervision of the dragon throne and their parents after confirming that the dragon throne was damaged.

Compensation is naturally required, but what is more important now is the restoration of the dragon throne.

Lu Zian nodded and took a magnifying glass to look carefully. The faint mark not only spread slightly on the surface, but also slightly.

He looked carefully from several angles and shook his head: "The gold foil in this place is fine, it's purely a problem with the paint."

Pure paint?

Everyone was talking, and a man behind Mr. Li said in a deep voice: "Master Lu, are you sure?"

Lu Zian did not look up and held a magnifying glass to continue observing the traces on the back of the chair: "Because the paint is translucent, if the gold foil is worn, the paint surface will show it."
Chapter completed!