The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

After the auction ends.

Shi Ling caught up with Ling Yueshan, "Senior Ling, there is something wrong with the painting you took."

Ling Yueshan and Lao Guan looked at each other, a little surprised, "Hey, you girl, we haven't found you yet, but you have found us instead. Please tell me, what's wrong with the painting I took?" "

Shi Ling felt that this man had also redeemed cultural relics for China, so he kindly reminded him, "The first three owners of that painting all passed away unexpectedly."

Ling Yueshan did not take it seriously: "I know this. The news has also reported it. Among them, one had a history of heart disease and died of the disease, another died of a stroke, and another died in a car accident while driving drunk. Yes. Either he has a basic disease, or he did it by himself. What does it have to do with this painting?"

Shi Ling said: "But their souls were eaten by the female ghost in the painting."

As soon as these words came out, the two of them laughed out loud.

Lao Guan was a little disappointed: "Little girl, why are you so nagging at such a young age? I thought you were here to remind Lao Ling that there was something wrong with this painting. What you wanted to say was that this painting was a fake. I didn't expect you to talk about this. use."

"What a fake. I think this painting is as good as the original Zhang Chengzi paintings in your museum. If you don't want it, I'll keep it for my own collection!"

Ling Yueshan looked at Shi Ling again and retorted unhappily: "Also, the person in my painting is not a female ghost, but a classical beauty! If you don't have any artistic appreciation, that Ming Dynasty vase will be ruined if you take a picture of it. !”

Yu Chen on the side frowned: "Director Ling, there is indeed something wrong with that painting, and Shi Ling also wants to help you."

"Master Si." For the sake of gloomy face, Ling Yueshan reluctantly asked Shi Ling: "You said there is a female ghost in this painting. What evidence is there and how to solve it?"

Shi Ling snorted softly and spread her little hands to him: "Let's do this. Give me the painting and another one million, and I will help you burn out the female ghost in the painting for you to see. Even her soul is gone." Burn it?"

Ling Yueshan was instantly furious: "You still want to burn my paintings? And you want me to give you money? Little girl, you don't hold grudges like this. I just grabbed a vase from you, and I gave it to you in the end."

He looked at Yu Shen again and said with a serious face: "Young Master Si, I am considered an elder after all, and I can still say some things. Even if I dote on my girlfriend, I am not so used to it. Just take care of yourself."

After that, he dragged Lao Guan away angrily.

Shi Ling was not in a hurry. She didn't believe the other party no matter what she said, so she could only respect other people's fate.

"Little Master, don't be angry. It's hard to persuade the damned one with good words. From now on, when you go to his house to have dinner, laugh at him as hard as you can on the grave." Shi Zhenxiang said.

Shi Ling: "..." I'm telling you.

Satan has you tattooed on his back.

……

Although Zhu Youjian has a humanoid entity, the body that his soul is currently parasitic on is Yongle Dadian. Strictly speaking, he is no longer the soul of Emperor Chongzhen, but the spirit of the Yongle ceremony.

Zhu Youjian did not have ID card, passport or other documents. If Shi Ling wanted to take him back to the country, he could only let him change back to his original form. The original Yongle Dadian has more than 20,000 volumes and is huge. Yu Chen decided to ask the Si Group to help transport Zhu Youjian back.

Zhu Youjian went to the Duncheng Museum before leaving. Every once in a while, he would go to see those familiar cultural relics, just like old friends.

But this time it's goodbye. When he asked for help, Ling and Yu Chen brought many cultural relics from the people living overseas back to the motherland, but the cultural relics in the museum could not be taken away by the strength of just a few of them. Although relevant Chinese authorities have been working hard to require foreign museums to return cultural relics, there is still a long way to go. After returning to the hotel, Zhu Youjian hugged his father's funeral vase and inhaled the dragon's breath.

He felt that Shi Ling was really a good person. As a member of Xuanmen, he didn't even covet dragon energy. As mentioned in the Yongle Grand Ceremony, dragon energy is of great benefit to cultivation.

However, he felt as if he had become more dragon-like after being around these two people for the past few days. He didn't know if it was an illusion.

The large LCD TV in the living room is playing local news.

"It is reported that at 9 o'clock this morning, many pieces of Chinese Ming Dynasty porcelain in Duncheng Museum were broken for no reason. The police sealed off the scene and are doing their best to investigate..."

Shi Ling and Yu Chen, who were packing their luggage, stopped and looked at the TV screen.

Zhu Youjian, who was holding the vase and sucking fiercely, suddenly paused and looked at the TV blankly.

"Let's take a look at the damage to the cultural relics on site..."

The camera turned from the female host to the dazzling museum scene.

In the narrow glass box, the exquisite porcelain with rich patterns and bright colors was broken into a pile.

Zhu Youjian felt that his heart was about to break. These things were once just utensils for daily use to him, but after hundreds of years of ups and downs and drifting to other places, these old things from his homeland have become like old friends to him. It is one of the few things left in the world that was from the same era as him.

Shi Ling's hand hanging by his side clenched slightly, and his chest was full of anger: "What about the Duncheng Museum? The Deco family, who made a fortune as cultural relic thieves, returned it to our country because they didn't know how to preserve the cultural relics. Now they are all gone. .”

Yu Chen repeated the news content: "After investigation and identification, all the Ming Dynasty porcelains were broken. It was due to improper preservation over time and human factors were excluded."

He said: "Perhaps they themselves would rather be jade pieces than tiles."

Zhu Youjian smiled bitterly: "Yes, our Ming Dynasty has never made peace, made indemnities, ceded territory, or paid tribute. The emperor guarded the country, and the king died in the country. This is the most courageous dynasty. How could they be willing to be robbed? Take them captive and stay in a foreign land.”

A large number of Ming Dynasty porcelain pieces were broken for no apparent reason in Duncheng Museum, which attracted widespread international attention, especially from Chinese netizens. Their lack of attention to cultural relics and improper maintenance have also triggered criticism from domestic and foreign historical and cultural scholars.

The road is long and long, and even though the task is long and arduous, there are still many people working quietly to return cultural relics to their country.

……

The spring rain was pouring, and looking out from the airplane window, the entire Cloud City was shrouded in drizzle and mist.

As soon as Shi Ling got off the plane, she felt a chill that was bone-chilling, and couldn't help but gather her plush coat.

There were a lot of people blocking the arrival hall, and a group of people took pictures here with cameras.

Shi Ling looked at the paparazzi as if they were here to take pictures of celebrities. After all, Baiguodun City held a film festival during this period, and many domestic celebrities were nominated to walk on the red carpet. The probability of encountering celebrities on planes flying to and from the city is also very high.

When she was in the first class cabin, she saw a well-dressed female star, and other passengers asked her for autographs. It seemed that it was the popular little girl Ye Miaomiao who had recently appeared in a hit TV series.