Nick returned the undelivered clock to the antique dealer. He was visibly upset, and after some haggling, he agreed that Nick would buy the rest of the items in his store at no extra cost to Nick.

Nick was dazzled by so many real and fake antiques, so he had to send someone to find Ju Ren.

About half an hour later, he came. The antique dealer looked at him suspiciously and cautiously, while Juren maintained a polite and serious look. He walked around the antique shop with poor lighting, and finally Picked up a stone.

The antique dealer showed a surprised expression, and gave Ju Ren a thumbs up, and couldn't help but praise him.

It’s not the first time that an antique dealer has done this. It seems that all the customers who choose goods from him will say that. For example, he once bragged to Nick about a 12th-century gong. Nick really couldn’t understand a gong. Why is it so expensive.

Juren explained to Nick that he chose a Duan inkstone from the Song Dynasty, which was used by emperors, princes, and high-ranking ministers.

This kind of inkstone has a characteristic that it does not freeze in severe cold, and does not need to be heated with incense charcoal like warm inkstones. It has been very valuable since the early Tang Dynasty. In the Song Dynasty, the development of Duan inkstone reached the extreme. Song Huizong once used Duan inkstone and wrote "Zhaoqing Mansion" in thin gold script to give the ministers, so Duanzhou was renamed "Zhaoqing".

Not all jade is called emerald, and not all inkstones made of stones produced in Duanzhou can be called Duanyan. To put it simply, it is the "stone meat" part that can be made into Duanyan.

The She inkstone produced in Huizhou is also a good inkstone. Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, once praised it. It has a very exquisite carving, which is mainly influenced by AH’s brick carving technology. Mainly, what is mined is what it is, and there is not much decoration, it looks like an ordinary stone.

Next to this duan inkstone is a red silk inkstone with a phoenix embossed on it. It looks very hot, but the ink will freeze in winter, so it is not suitable for the admiral who is about to return to Beijing.

Nick couldn't figure out how much this inkstone was worth, he only knew that if it was fake, then he would have paid a high price for a stone, compared to that he would have bought the exquisitely crafted agate bottle for Nink.

However, the antique dealer looked like he was losing money, and "reluctantly" gave the two inkstones to Nick. The price was that Nick would speak well for him in front of the admiral. In a nanmu box at the bottom.

Nick really wanted to argue with him, but his Chinese was still not fluent enough, so Juren took his hand and left.

They didn't go far, and they came to a spice shop, which sold spices such as agarwood and sandalwood instead of spicy spices. It was operated by Guangzhou Shisanhang, but Nick would never buy these and gold something equivalent.

Juren talked to a fellow, and the boss came out after a while. After Juren communicated with the boss, the boss took some spices from a cabinet that was similar to a medicine cabinet, and then took Juren to the inner courtyard.

When Yongzheng was in power, he liked to burn incense. Firstly, it was necessary for worshiping Buddha, and secondly, it was a personal interest. After Qianlong, he became more enthusiastic about this way, and instructed the building office to search for ancient incense recipes. Since then, the Forbidden City has been lingering in the fragrance.

There are two kinds of internally made incense in the Qing palace, one is Western incense, which is mainly made and blended by missionaries, and the other is made by the Zaoban Office according to ancient recipes, especially in the Song Dynasty, the big library of Wenhua Palace There are many fragments of the Song Dynasty, and Juren found a method of making hair oil from these fragments.

Folks like to ask how the concubines in the palace take care of themselves, including skin care and hair care. From ancient times to the present, both men and women in the Central Plains have to grow their hair. If the hair is long, it is easy to dry and split. "Xiu Mu" is the name of officials' rest day, which is specially used for bathing.

The aristocrats had the conditions to let their servants untie their hair and wash it. In the Qing Dynasty, they replaced it with braids. In order to make their hair black and thick, people tried every means, including washing their hair with rice water. This washing method is cheap. Beauty, but for those people represented by "A Dream of Red Mansions", it is far from enough. For example, in the fifty-ninth round when Fangguan washed his hair, Xiren sent the old lady to send a bottle of "flower dew oil".

In the thirty-fourth chapter, Li Jia Baoyu was beaten by his father, and sometimes he was sober and sometimes unconscious. He yelled to drink sour plum soup, but was stopped by the attacker. The attacker ran to Mrs. Wang, and Mrs. Wang told Xiren that she had " "Osmanthus clear dew" and "rose clear dew", these are tributes from the court.

Sweet-scented osmanthus is sweet-scented osmanthus, but the sweet-scented osmanthus in the palace of the Song Dynasty has to be picked before it blooms, and it must be picked in the morning when the dew is still there. This spice shop is not so particular, I am afraid it will have to wait until September Pick it up later.

In addition, spices such as sandalwood and benzoin should be used. The oil should be made of sesame oil, which is similar to the principle of extracting essential oils from plants. I tried a little bit and asked the boss to smell it. The boss was very satisfied and asked Juren to copy the prescription. After that, ten more bottles were made, five of which were distributed to Juren.

"Here, get a nice bottle." Juren gave the bottles of hair oil to Nick as a gift to the admiral.

At this time, Nick thought of the perfumes and various cosmetics used by the French court. However, as a "broad-shouldered, strong and resolute man", should he apply palace powder and perfume?

Georgiana couldn't help laughing.

She looked at Napoleon's face. He didn't want to argue with her, so she asked her to continue reading.

After being carefully modified and paired with glass bottles from Europe, these hair oils look very expensive. Only then did Nick realize that roses or orange blossoms should be used, which are more like French products.

However, Juren didn't know how to make rose oil, and felt that it was not suitable for the admiral, so Nick finally took these gifts to the admiral's mansion.

The admiral liked these gifts very much, and then he mentioned something that worried him. Cao Xi suggested that before he left, let the Guangzhou Navy go to a hidden harbor in Hong Kong to eliminate pirates.

Juren said that the folks sent the Kitchen God back to heaven to report on his duties, not only to give him a lot of tribute, but also to burn the paper money prepared in advance, so that he would speak well in front of the Jade Emperor.

If Nick hadn't intercepted the note, both the White Lotus Sect and the Tiandi Society would develop in secret, until they were strong enough to compete with the court, and it was too early.

Apart from the big ships of the British "country ship" class, the southern pirates were almost afraid of anyone, and the islands and small harbors dotted along the coast provided ideal hiding places for pirates.

The admiral felt that it was unnecessary to do so, and it was completely extravagant, so he had a lot of complaints when talking about Cao Xi.

Nick remembered the small island where he was imprisoned. In fact, many people are unwilling to be pirates. Some are because of bad times, and some are completely persecuted by pirates. If they knew that the government would come to rescue them, maybe they would not There will be a willingness to compromise.

In the sixty-sixth chapter of A Dream of Red Mansions, I once wrote such a poem: crushed peach blossoms are all over the ground, no matter how hard the jade mountain falls.

After retiring from the engagement, Third Sister You, who had vowed not to remarry again, came to him with the Yuanyang Sword, the token of love with Liu Xianglian. infatuation."

After finishing speaking, a gust of fragrant wind blew by, and Miss You disappeared without a trace, so Liu Xianglian thought it was a dream.

When I opened my eyes again, there was no child from the Xue family, and it was not the wedding room of the newlyweds, but a ruined temple, with a lame old Taoist sitting next to him catching lice.

Liu Xianglian asked, "Where is this department? The name of the immortal master?"

The Taoist said with a smile, "Even I don't know where this is or who I am, but I just came here to rest for a while."

It's impossible for a person to have an epiphany with such words, but Liu Xianglian was sober enough to know that Third Sister You was dead. He drew out the male sword of Yuanyang Sword, wiped away all the troubles, and followed the Taoist priest to nowhere. .

"Who is Liu Xianglian?" asked Bonaparte.

"A man who can't study well, looks good, likes acting, and loves to sing Huadan." Georgiana replied, "Actually, you don't need to cut your hair to be a Taoist priest."

It is the monk who shaves his head.

"How did he think of renouncing the engagement?" asked Bonaparte.

"Because he misunderstood." Georgiana replied, "Sister You is very beautiful. There are many frivolous people in Ningguo Mansion. He thought..."

He covered her mouth.

"Are you going to wait for him for five years?"

She didn't answer.

Then he let go.

"It's agreed to be this year's Portuguese month."

"When that day comes, you can still think of him in your heart."

She didn't know what to say.

The last thirty years had been meaningless to him? Just because he is still nostalgic for his childhood and his pure first love?

She flipped through the book randomly, but before she could read the content, he blocked it with her hand.

"I hope that when you arrive that day, you can swing your sword like Liu Xianglian to make a decision, if you really want to be a man." He said calmly, "Otherwise, I will make a decision for you."

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked.

He smiled, retracted his hands, and covered his forehead with his hands as if he was seasick.

Instead of reading the story right away, she took his hand.

She didn't know which was more illusory, a wizard who had only been dead for a few years, or a Muggle who had been dead for two hundred years, or whether she was simply crazy and lived in the world of the Mirror of Erised.