Although Tang Xiaoman didn't know what kind of kiln Ru Kiln was, when he heard the name "Northern Song Dynasty", he knew with his toes that the thing he was holding in his hand was probably a cultural relic.
It’s still a cultural relic from the Northern Song Dynasty.
Instantly, she felt that the small azure bowl was like a hot potato, and quickly threw it back to Mu Yunbai.
"Where did you get this?"
Tang Xiaoman asked Mu Yunbai while patting the non-existent dust on his hands.
"I just bought it from Wenwan Street."
Mu Yunbai said proudly, "An old man thought it was a fake and took it out to scare people, but as soon as I got it, I knew it was the real thing."
"Buying is not as good as selling, maybe you have really been fooled by that old man."
Tang Xiaoman said with a sigh, "These days, even men who seem to be loyal and good can't be trusted."
"Haha, it's not that easy to lie to me."
Mu Yunbai smiled, grabbed Tang Xiaoman's left wrist, and gently touched the small bowl to the spirit bell on her wrist.
The bell actually glowed with red light.
"What's going on?"
Tang Xiaoman held her hands, not daring to move.
She was afraid that the bell would inexplicably become smaller like last time.
Fortunately, her worries were unnecessary.
The spirit bell just flashed red and then returned to calm.
"Why is this happening?"
Tang Xiaoman asked curiously.
"The so-called cultural relics are just artifacts that were used by living people a few years ago.
It's just that the people died and the objects were left behind."
Mu Yunbai's tone was calm, but Tang Xiaoman's vest felt cold, " Some objects are dug out of the graves of the dead, and although some objects are passed down from generation to generation by living people, they still carry the memory of their previous owners and are stained with the spirit of death.”
After hearing what Mu Yunbai said, when Tang Xiaoman looked at the small bowl carefully, she really felt that the smell of the small bowl was different from the porcelain she usually used.
"Based on this alone, you won't be slapped in the eyes."
Mu Yunbai said proudly.
"Punk the eyes" Tang Xiaoman was a little confused.
"It's what we usually call being cheated."
Mu Yun rolled his eyes at Tang Xiaoman, "I'll take you to the cultural and entertainment market when you have time, and you'll understand what I mean."
"It's better to choose a day than to hit it."
Mu Yunbai described the matter of identifying cultural relics so simply, and Tang Xiaoman said coquettishly, eager to try it.
Mu Yunbai raised his handsome eyebrows calmly, realizing that this little girl was becoming more and more fond of using beauty traps on him recently.
However, he enjoyed it very much.
After Mu Yunbai put away the small azure bowl he found, he held Tang Xiaoman's hand and went out.
Wenwan Street, which is also part of the Lake Center Park, is not far from Pet Street, and it only takes seven or eight minutes to walk there.
Along the way, Tang Xiaoman seemed to be hesitant to speak.
He kept saying it several times, which made Mu Yunbai a little unbearable.
"Just say what you want to say."
Mu Yunbai held Tang Xiaoman's hand and said softly.
Tang Xiaoman raised his head and glanced at Mu Yunbai, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Are you really not going to help my senior sister?
She is my master's only daughter.
If anything happens to her, my master and my wife will be sad."
Dead."
"What does that have to do with me?"
Mu Yunbai did not stop, but continued to move forward while holding Tang Xiaoman's hand.
"But in that case, I will also be sad," Tang Xiaoman said anxiously.
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Mu Yunbai looked at Tang Xiaoman with a look of helplessness, and nodded her nose angrily: "Can you stop being so holy?
Do you get Stockholm Syndrome from being bullied by your senior sister?"
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