After time travel, the imperial concubine becomes a celebrity herself

Fengyiqiao continued to sigh and looked down at the phone: "The key is that it's not just my driver's problem. We originally planned to go directly to the next city after the auction, and then we didn't book a hotel. The current situation is... I may Going to sleep on the street."

The tone was slightly helpless, with a hint of a joke.

"Grandpa Feng, how about this? You go back to the hotel with us, and I'll give you a room. You can rest well first, and you can leave after you have rested tomorrow." An Mengyi suggested that this matter It is true that they are sorry for Wilmar Bridge.At the beginning, the auction venue was brightly lit, and she didn't notice the time. The second was because of Fengyiqiao's ability. She and Rong Jinghao were lucky enough to meet him, and they still believed in his ability, so they rushed him Staying here, I didn't expect Feng Yiqiang to have other plans.

"Alright, then I will ask your little girl to help me find a room tonight." Feng Yiqiao said with a smile.

The car that Rong Jinghao drove this time on a business trip has a bit more space, because he originally wanted to put some antiques back, but who knew that he had to post back such a large object after taking pictures, even the small ones that happened by the way The items were also taken away.

Secretary Zhao drove them to the front of his hotel.As soon as the door was opened, a gust of cool wind hit.

An Mengyi and Su Lele were still wearing dresses after all, so they felt the cool breeze when they got out of the car, and the two of them ran into the hotel lobby like flying, first ran to open a room for Mr. Fengyiqiao, and then waited A few people from behind came in.

"Grandpa Feng, here!" An Mengyi and Su Lele waited directly at the elevator entrance and waved to them.

Rong Jinghao and Feng Yiqiao walked directly in the direction of An Mengyi and Su Lele, waiting for Secretary Zhao to park at the elevator entrance.

When Secretary Zhao approached, An Mengyi pressed the elevator, and several of them went upstairs together: "Grandpa Feng, this is the room card. You live on the same floor as us."

"One floor is good and convenient." Fengyiqiao said.

"Go back and have a good rest. If there is anything else, we will solve it tomorrow. By the way, did you tell your driver? He should sleep in tomorrow, so don't make him anxious." An Mengyi arranged.

"Don't worry, I have already sent him a text message in the car, and I will definitely receive it tomorrow morning!" Feng Yiqiao said.

Su Lele couldn't help yawning as she listened to a few people talking, her exhaustion was visible to the naked eye.Su Lele usually doesn't sleep too late, but today is indeed an exception.

The elevator door opened, and everyone went back to their rooms. An Mengyi said, "Good night, everyone."

An Mengyi returned to her room, changed her clothes and went to wash up.I didn't feel much during the auction, but when I came back, my body and spirit suddenly became extremely tired, and I couldn't stop it.

After a brief rinse, An Mengyi slumped back on her bed relatively easily, and then took out her phone to look at it.

The time stayed at eight o'clock in the evening. It was Rong Jinghao who sent her a message, and it was already three o'clock in the morning.Rong Jinghao's biological clock usually gets sleepy at nine o'clock.

Going further up, there were still a few video calls around seven o'clock, but at that time An Mengyi was still at the auction, so she didn't have time to connect.

An Mengyi thought about it, and then sent some explanations to Aunt Chen, so as to comfort Rong Xigu.

Needless to say, Aunt Chen naturally took a rest early.An Mengyi didn't expect anyone to reply at all, so she put down her phone, and after charging it, she fell into a deep sleep.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when I woke up again, and the time for breakfast had already passed.An Mengyi got up and stretched herself, then turned on the phone, and received several messages, which were Aunt Chen's reply.

"Young master was still angry with Madam yesterday, but seeing Madam's explanation today, I am much happier."

"The young master said he would not forgive Madam, and he must wait for you to come back and give him a big hug."

This is what Aunt Chen conveyed. Looking at the news above, An Mengyi seemed to be able to think of Rong Xigu's cute childish words.

"Dong dong dong—" There was a knock on the door.

An Mengyi opened the door, and outside the door stood Su Lele who was still yawning. Su Lele floated in like a ghost, then walked towards An Mengyi's bed, and lay down on the stomach in a daze.

"What are you doing?" An Mengyi watched her movements.

"I came to see you when I woke up." Su Lele said with her face covered in the quilt.

"Then you might as well be asleep all the time." An Mengyi closed the door, sat back on the sofa, and replied to Aunt Chen's message.

"What do you know, how lonely it is to sleep alone, especially in broad daylight, you should sleep together." Su Lele said, reaching out to pat the bed beside her: "Come on, our two sisters lie down and sleep together."

"Go to sleep, I woke up." An Mengyi refused.

"It's only been a few hours since you woke up, you're not normal." Su Lele said in a huff, and then the voice became smaller and smaller, until finally only the sound of breathing remained, and Su Lele fell asleep completely , in her room.

An Mengyi originally wanted to continue watching TV dramas, but there was an extra person who fell asleep in the room, so it was obviously inappropriate to watch TV dramas now.

An Mengyi looked at her phone, then at the person on the bed, and finally resigned herself to taking a blanket and covering her body.

As soon as it was finished, there was another knock on the door.This time, when An Mengyi opened it, Fengyi Bridge came.

"Little girl, are you awake?" Feng Yiqiao asked with a very kind expression.

"Well, Grandpa Feng, have you eaten yet?" An Mengyi lowered her voice slightly, trying not to wake up the person on the bed.

"Not yet, it will be ten o'clock when I wake up, what else to eat? Let's have lunch together later." Feng Yiqiao looked at his watch and said.

"Grandpa Feng, why are you looking for me now?" An Mengyi asked.

Feng Yiqiao rubbed his hands: "I want to see those paintings of yours, is that okay?"

"Of course!" An Mengyi turned around and wanted to get it, but just turned around and stopped.

"What's the matter?" Fengyiqiao saw that she had stopped, so he asked.

"I just remembered that the painting is not with me, but with Chairman Rong!" An Mengyi thought for a while and said, "Well, you and I can go get it from him, I can't finish it by myself. .”

"Okay!" With An Mengyi's words, Fengyi Bridge still had nothing to be dissatisfied with, and followed An Mengyi to the opposite door.

After knocking a few times, Rong Jinghao opened the door. He looked at the two people outside the door: "Is there something wrong?"

"Chairman Rong, it's like this. Grandpa Feng wants to see those twelve calligraphy and paintings." An Mengyi explained.

Rong Jinghao nodded after listening: "Yes, come in."

The room Rong Jinghao lived in this time is on this floor, there is nothing special about it, and it is not as spacious as living in the presidential suite in the past.

"Sit down." Rong Jinghao said casually, then walked to the cabinet, and lifted up three bags: "I'll ask Mr. Fengyiqiao to help you identify the age of all of them."

"I'm just looking at it based on what I've learned, but I can guarantee that these are absolutely authentic." Fengyiqiao took out his magnifying glass and continued to observe.

When Fengyi Bridge was looking at it, An Mengyi also picked up a picture and looked at it carefully by herself.

What would be the effect of seeing such "calligraphy and painting" with different pupils?An Mengyi had this idea, and began to implement it, carefully concentrating on each calligraphy on the calligraphy and painting.

What An Mengyi saw first was every place where the brush was written, then she saw the quality of the entire paper, and finally she saw some pictures, that is, a person in a bright yellow robe, holding a brush to write non-stop.

There is usually no face in this picture, An Mengyi can't see it, but judging from the clothes, it should be the emperor.

"You said that there are so many calligraphy and paintings of the Ming Dynasty in the screen of the Kangxi period?" Feng Yiqiao said after researching, and these things are so well preserved, it is all thanks to the original owner of the screen.

"Grandpa Feng, I want to ask a question." An Mengyi asked in a low voice.

Fengyi Bridge did not pause: "You ask."

"Why is this lock just a wooden lock, but no one directly broke it and took it out?" An Mengyi was curious. There were many skilled craftsmen like the ancients, and a mere wooden lock could be broken with an axe.

"The lock is hidden inside the screen. If you want to unlock it, you have to open the screen." Feng Yiqiao said: "Have you forgotten the origin of this screen? After paying tribute to foreign countries, the emperor gave it to ministers. Whether the minister's mansion is heavily guarded or not, the emperor's name is here, who would dare to destroy this thing?"

An Mengyi nodded: "So he made a mechanism for himself? As long as he doesn't tell it, no one will know the secret in the screen."

"Yes," Feng Yiqiao said, "what's more, in the eyes of outsiders, this is just a screen. Antiques and antiques, it is said that the older they are, the more valuable they are to collect. In the Kangxi era, these few calligraphy and paintings of the Ming Dynasty should not be able to buy. A few dollars."

"That means that the owner of this screen should like these calligraphy and paintings very much." An Mengyi said: "But why seal these things up?"

"Speaking of this, I have a little idea. I guess the reason why the owner sealed them up was because it was the Qing Dynasty, and these calligraphy and paintings belonged to the emperors of the Ming Dynasty. Except for Chongzhen, the remaining twelve emperors are here." Feng Feng Yiqiao said.

"You mean, the "anti-Qing and Fuming" at that time?" An Mengyi blinked her eyes. At that time, this kind of thing seemed to be really serious.

"I understand." Fengyiqiao looked at the calligraphy and painting and explained to her, as if he was still in class.

"At that time, the owner must have been afraid of being found out and sentenced to a felony, so he had to seal his favorite paintings and characters inside." An Mengyi guessed, "No one dared to move this screen, and no one would Notice the thick base underneath, so it's really a great place to hide treasure."