Fast Travel System: A Happy Life

Chapter 172 Secrets in Historical Relics (20)

The night wind blew gently, and Jing Baisong looked at Chu Qinghe beside him, rarely feeling comfortable.

He chuckled, "It's great now."

Chu Qinghe looked up at the bright moon, "Yes, that's great."

She glanced at the dim palace lantern regretfully, "It's a pity, such a beautiful lantern."

"If you like it, we'll buy it back."

"No need, this auction must be unusual." Chu Qinghe has always firmly believed in this point of view.

Now that she has left this palace lantern, it is best not to have any intersections.

Maybe this is a key item in a certain unknown important plot.

Jing Baisong suddenly received a call.

"Zhang Bureau, what's the matter?"

"Jing Baisong, are you here? Didn't you mean to send the palace lanterns tonight."

Jing Baisong's eyes are deep, charming and deep in the darkness, his voice is cold, "Here we are, we are on our way."

"Okay, okay," Zhang Ju seemed relieved, "We are all waiting here."

After Jing Baisong hung up the phone, his expression was a little ugly. It seems that this matter is really not simple.

Tomorrow night's auction, are you afraid that he will run away?
Or maybe there is something hidden in it.

Chu Qinghe floated over, "What's wrong? Your face is so ugly."

"I still have to go to the cultural relics bureau. Don't go up later, I'm afraid there will be people with malicious intentions."

"it is good."

"Let's go."

...

The night was like water, Jing Baisong drove towards the Cultural Relics Bureau.

After a while, I arrived downstairs, "You wait for me in the car, and I'll come as soon as I go. I'll take the jade pendant first, so there shouldn't be any problem."

Chu Qinghe obediently nestled in the co-pilot, "Go, don't worry about me, and pay attention to the people in the cultural relics bureau."

"Ah."

Jing Baisong turned his head three times and walked away.

When I arrived at the bureau, I found that the entire Cultural Relics Bureau was brightly lit, as if waiting for him to come.

He snorted coldly and walked in.

"Zhang Bureau."

"Hey, Xiaojing, you're finally here." Director Zhang wiped the sweat off his brow, it wasn't him urging him, but someone here was really in a hurry.

Jing Baisong handed over the palace lantern, turned around and wanted to leave, not wanting to stay any longer.

"Wait a minute," Zhang Ju's voice came from behind, "Why does this palace lantern look different?"

Zhang Ju couldn't feel any difference, but it just looked weird.

Jing Baisong said indifferently, "Boss Zhang is afraid that I will lose my bag. You can find someone to verify the authenticity. Just do it now, so that I won't be confused in the future."

"Oh, Xiaojing, that's not what I meant."

"Needless to say, let's test it." Jing Baisong raised his hand to stop Zhang Ju's words.

The Bureau of Cultural Relics came to several appraisers one after another to investigate carefully.

The conclusion reached is that the lamp is real.

Jing Baisong crossed his arms, "Boss Zhang, the Bureau of Cultural Relics and I don't agree with each other. I won't be here from tomorrow."

Before he left, he left a sentence, "I thought the Bureau of Cultural Relics was dedicated to protecting and restoring cultural relics. I didn't expect it to be auctioned."

Director Zhang was so ashamed by what he said, and he knew that he had offended Jing Baisong.

But he had no choice. The temptation was too great, and no one could resist it.

Generating electricity for love is easy to say, but difficult to do.

...

Chu Qinghe saw Jing Baisong walking down with a worried face, "What's wrong?"

"The mysterious man came to the Cultural Relics Bureau, but he didn't show up."

The Cultural Relics Bureau is brightly lit tonight. It is absolutely impossible to be because of him, so there must be someone else.

It's a pity, there is still Zhang Ju, and I don't know how many cultural relics will be murdered again.

"Why does that person want a palace lantern?"

While starting the car, Jing Baisong replied, "I don't know, but I can be sure that this person is also looking for a spiritual weapon, maybe it's the next Zhou Chuansheng."

Chu Qinghe sighed helplessly, "From ancient times to the present, the pursuit of longevity has never stopped."

Jing Baisong comforted her, "Don't think too much, let's go to the museum to see Ayu tomorrow."

"Okay," Chu Qinghe agreed with a smile.

"I don't know how Ayu lives with those spirit weapons, are you still used to it?"

Jing Baisong smiled slightly, "Now the museum's business is booming because of them, and they still need to make appointments, so Ayu can't wait to show his demeanor."

Thinking of that scene, Chu Qinghe laughed out loud, "He must be very happy."

...

Jing Baisong made an appointment for the museum last night, and got up early this morning to go to the venue to buy tickets based on the appointment.

It was crowded early in the morning.

Most of the people really came here for the Jade Seal of Chuanguo.

Sure enough, both the emperor and the current tourists are very interested in this jade seal.

Chu Qinghe and Jing Baisong didn't bother to find where Yuxi was.

The two stopped and walked along the way, and Jing Baisong patiently explained some cultural relic knowledge to Chu Qinghe.

Chu Qinghe discovered that there are quite a few cultural relics with spiritual weapons here.

It was near noon when Chu Qinghe and Jing Baisong approached Yuxi's showcase.

From a long distance, she saw Ayu floating in the air, flapping her fan proudly, looking at the crowd in front of the showcase.

They and Ayu are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, but it is so difficult to move a step.

Chu Qinghe sighed, no need to ask, seeing Ayu's comfortable appearance, he must be very comfortable.

I have to say that Chu Qinghe was right.

Ayu wished that more people would come to pay their respects to him.

When Chu Qinghe and Jing Baisong moved over bit by bit, Ayu was bragging to the three-color bottle.

Chu Qinghe called out weakly, "Ayu."

The eyes of the three-color bottle burst out with joy, and rushed towards Chu Qinghe, "You come to see us."

"Yes."

Jing Baisong and a group of Lingqi found a small corner.

Ayu raised his eyebrows at Chu Qinghe, "How is it? The young master's demeanor has attracted countless people to bow their heads."

"Yes yes yes, you are the best." Chu Qinghe praised without distraction.

Ayu didn't care either.

Chu Qinghe, "Ayu, I'm here to ask you for help."

"what's up?"

"Lend you a little dragon's breath."

"Okay," Ayu kissed Chu Qinghe lightly on the forehead with lightning speed.

"All right."

Neither Chu Qinghe nor Jing Baisong reacted.

Chu Qinghe stayed where she was in a daze, and Ayu waved her fan in front of her, "What's wrong?"

It took her a long time to come back to her senses and stammered, "No...it's okay, it was too sudden."

"Try sensing, the dragon's breath has passed to you."

Chu Qinghe circulated the spiritual energy in his body, and indeed there was a touch of golden energy.

"Thank you."

Jing Baisong reacted and was about to go crazy.

What she couldn't do by herself, Ayu did it simply.

Fortunately, it wasn't his mouth that he kissed, otherwise he couldn't imagine what he would do.

After being angry, there is endless sourness. It turns out that I can't do anything.

A hug is a luxury, let alone a kiss.

He stared at Chu Qinghe, Ayu, and the three-color bottle with grievances, talking and laughing happily, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

(End of this chapter)