(first update)

In this world, apart from the family ties connected by blood, can anyone really give selflessly to another person?

Aren’t money, power, power, and beauty all tools for men to show off?

Such confusion flashed through Jiang Xian's heart for a moment.

It was very quiet in the corridor, so quiet that you could feel the other person's breathing and breath.

Gu Heng has a cold and noble temperament, but his aura is fiery.

When Jiang Xian was thinking this, she didn't know that Gu Heng was in dire straits. He was so panicked that he always wanted to get close to Jiang Xian. When he really had the chance to get closer, like now, his soul was numb.

Jiang Xian's sweet and charming aura seemed to be lingering all over his body. It was an abyss, and he thought he would be happy with it.

Jiang Xian felt why this man was breathing louder and louder:

"Do you feel warm?"

This side of her was like a big stove, and she felt hot.

In the darkness, perhaps because Gu Heng deliberately avoided it, Jiang Xian could not see his burning eyes at all.

Gu Heng was choked by Jiang Xian's words, and his eyes darkened:

"...I'm not hot."

Just as they were talking, the two of them reached the bottom. Jiang Xian's mind was all on this secret place, and she didn't notice the depression and grievance in Gu Heng's tone at all.

Suddenly, at the bottom, it seemed like a narrow stream merged into the river and opened up.

Within the range that Huozhezi could radiate, all that could be seen were some dilapidated black things. Jiang Xian stepped forward to look at them and said, "It's furniture, a bed, a bedside table, something like that."

She asked Gu Heng to bring the fire folding piece closer, looked at it carefully, and then knocked on the carved canopy bed: "The one made of nanmu is still golden nanmu. Judging from the texture of the wood, it is quite ancient. It has been there for two or three hundred years.

It’s already worth a lot of money!”

She suddenly thought of something, and after searching around for a while, she touched two bedside tables, and by the light of the fire, she saw traces of repairs on them.

She remembered that Da Ya once said that her father had helped Landlord Liao repair furniture, and it seemed that this was what she had in front of her.

Gu Heng watched silently. Jiang Xian may not have noticed that her ability to identify the material and related year with just a glance is not something that ordinary people can possess.

Gu Heng thought to himself, if the old man Qin he knew knew about Jiang Xian's ability, he might become angry in an instant?

Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Jiang Xian turned around and saw that the entire underground space was quite spacious. There were four tallow candle lampstands as thick as a child's arms around them. Jiang Xian arched her head towards Gu Heng and motioned for him to light the candles. Why was this man not as smart as usual today?

Now we are underground, and there is still some starlight or something outside. It is really dark here, except for the light of Huozhezi, there is nothing else.

When she first came down, she was thinking about this. The underground has been dark for many years, so there should be something like candle wax in it.

Gu Heng followed the instructions and left, and within a short while, the underground scene completely appeared in front of the two of them.

This underground space should be right below the main hall.

All around were large wooden furniture, and nothing else was seen.

The nanmu canopy bed, bedside table, and dressing table have the same pattern, and they look like a complete set at a glance.

There was also a large screen standing in the corner. When Jiang Xian saw the screen, her eyes lit up.

She stepped forward to observe carefully, gently touched the colorful silk on the screen, and murmured:

"This is a screen made of mahogany carvings inlaid with tapestry and silk painting. The workmanship is really exquisite. Look at the texture, the texture of the wood... and the pattern of the tapestry. The weaving of the silk is fine and exquisite, which is a technique from the Jiangnan area.

Right? The two phases echo each other, and the preliminary judgment is that it is about five or six hundred years old! What a good thing."

Although Jiang Xian knew some basic information about the feudal dynasties before China, such as the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, due to her original memory, what she knew was just common sense and she did not have any in-depth research on ancient history.

Therefore, Jiang Xian judges the age of these old objects by judging the wood carving, degree of decay, fabric, pattern, oxidation of pigments, degree of weathering, etc., and what special craftsmanship or other features were used in the relevant period.

But she is not familiar with the characteristics of the times.

Jiang Xian herself was aware of this, and thought to herself that she would have to ask where she could find history books when she got back. She needed to make up for it, otherwise she would not know the goods when she encountered some old objects in the future.

With this in mind, Gu Heng first mentioned:

"Fat girl, I have a set of "Zizhi Tongjian" and "Historical Records" at home. Do you like it? If you like it, you can come and get it from me. I've been at home recently."

He just wanted to see Jiang Xian as often as possible, but he still remembered that there was an urgent business that he needed to take a look at recently, and he also made an appointment with Zhao Chengguang to leave tomorrow.

At this moment, beauty came to mind, and he would definitely not leave before Jiang Xian went to get the book.

When Jiang Xian heard this, she was ecstatic. Now, if there was any inconvenience, it was that these books were difficult to find. She had originally thought about going to Jiang Hanqing and asking her sixth brother to accompany her to the scrapyard to look through them.

Now, Gu Heng has you, that's great, everything comes to mind.

For a moment, she didn't notice that Gu Heng had already called her Fat Ya'er, so she nodded happily:

"Yeah, that's what I need. Thank you. Let's do it tomorrow. I'll go to you to borrow the book after get off work tomorrow night."

Gu Heng smiled gently: "Okay."

Jiang Xian clapped her hands: "Then it's settled."

She suddenly thought of something and said to Gu Heng:

"According to your wishes, these things in this house should be yours, so you have to keep these things well. It would be a pity if they were eaten by insects or bitten by termites."

After saying that, Jiang Xian touched the screen lovingly. They were all good things. They were probably treasures when they were built. They have been in the world for many years and should be preserved by future generations.

Gu Heng shook his head: "I don't understand these things. Since you discovered them and you understand them, then please help me preserve them. After all, these are yours. We agreed."

Jiang Xian rolled her eyes coquettishly:

"I can save it for you, but I don't want big things. If there are any gold, silver, and jewelry here today, I won't be polite to you. I'll share with you, but these things are not for eating or drinking. I'll take them back and put them away.

Where? I can’t sell it. Where can I find someone who knows the goods? I don’t want all this trouble.”

Gu Heng's heart was tickled by her vivid little expressions, but he said:

"Then it's settled, you keep them for me, and if you come here on weekdays, you go to me to get the keys?"

Jiang Xian didn't know that Gu Heng wanted to meet her more. She didn't think there was anything wrong with this and readily agreed: "Okay!"
Chapter completed!