The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

In the gentle light of dawn, the international airport at the southern end of Phoenix gradually wakes up and welcomes the beginning of a new journey.

A wide-body passenger plane painted with the iconic pattern of Air China stood quietly on the runway, like a phoenix about to spread its wings and fly high, ready to take off.

As the ground crew completed the final inspection, the cabin door slowly closed, the lights in the cabin dimmed, and the passengers took their seats, their faces filled with anticipation and excitement for the new journey.

The launch of this flight not only marks the establishment of a convenient air bridge between Phoenix City and Shangjing, the capital of Xia State, but also is a testimony to the increasingly close economic and cultural exchanges.

However, under the current international situation, Xiaguo's strict control over outbound policies makes this flight particularly precious, and it has become a special journey that only a few who are fortunate enough to obtain permission can experience.

Zhang Fan was sitting by the window in the cabin at this moment, his eyes occasionally looking through the gaps in the clouds, gazing at the Phoenix City that was gradually getting farther away.

I feel a sense of urgency about the challenges that are about to be faced in the unknown secret realm, as well as a deep longing for my hometown, Shangjing.

After receiving the secret report about the emergency in the secret realm, he knew that the matter was important, but things at home also had to be resolved. So he decided to return to his hometown Shangjing before heading directly to the secret realm to reunite with his family briefly and accumulate strength for the challenges he was about to face.

The plane gradually climbed to an altitude of ten thousand meters. Outside the window was an endless sea of ​​clouds. The sunlight penetrated the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows.

Zhang Fan closed his eyes and rested, quickly sorting out in his mind the various possibilities he would soon face and how to find the key to solving the problem in the complex situation.

Xia Kingdom went to Beijing.

The sunlight shines through the carved and hollow eaves of the Shangjing courtyard, casting mottled shadows and covering this ancient courtyard with a layer of warm golden veil.

In the courtyard, several old locust trees sway gently, as if whispering the stories of the years, while bursts of elegant floral fragrance drift in the wind, adding a bit of tranquility and comfort.

Mr. Zhang was wearing a well-tailored Tang suit with delicate orchid patterns embroidered on the lapels, which made him look particularly elegant.

He sat on the old elm bench passed down from his ancestors, squinting his eyes and enjoying the warm afternoon sun, a smile of satisfaction and peace on his face.

Occasionally, he would gently wave the fan in his hand to dispel the slight heat around him, feeling so leisurely and contented, as if time had slowed down at this moment.

At this moment, the gate of the courtyard was gently pushed open, accompanied by a crisp sound of bells, and two beautiful women walked into this space full of ancient charm.

Walking in front was Cao Jianjia, she was wearing an elegant cheongsam, the hem of her skirt swaying gently with her steps, like a newly blooming lotus, fresh and refined.

The cheongsam is embroidered with delicate bamboo leaf patterns, which complements her temperament, making her look gentle yet agile.

Her hair was tied up in a high bun, with a few strands of hair gently falling in front of her forehead, adding a touch of softness and gentleness to her.

Xia Jiner followed closely behind, wearing a fashionable yet classical outfit. She wore a fitted dress with delicate embroidery, colorful yet elegant.

Her long hair was braided into several braids and fell on her shoulders, which made her look playful and feminine. Xia Jiner's face was filled with a bright smile, and her eyes were full of curiosity and love for the courtyard. Her appearance seemed to inject a youthful vitality into this quiet courtyard.

The arrival of the two women instantly broke the tranquility of the courtyard, but also added a bit of warmth and liveliness.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang's smile grew even wider. He slowly stood up and walked over to him, his eyes full of love and care.

This time, Mr. Zhang invited more than just these two. Several more will come over soon. When his grandson comes, the house will be even more lively.

Cao Jianjia came in carrying a suitcase and started to tidy up the room. The courtyard was quite big and there were only two rooms before. But this time there were quite a few people coming and two rooms might not be enough. She naturally knew what the old man meant and she was very worried this time, fearing that Zhang Fan would lose control and do something to her.

He is now in high spirits. With Phoenix City taken over by him, no one can restrict him anymore.

Half an hour later.

As Zhang Fan and his party stepped into the courtyard, a youthful and energetic atmosphere instantly blended into this ancient and tranquil atmosphere.

The classical beauty, dressed in exquisite clothes and walking lightly, looked like a lady walking out of an ancient painting. Her appearance made everyone present involuntarily look at her with admiration.

When she first met Mr. Zhang, a hint of curiosity and admiration flashed in her eyes. She then bowed slightly and said softly in her gentle and moving voice: "I am grateful to you, old man." This action not only demonstrated her upbringing and etiquette, but also added a bit of classical charm, which moved everyone present.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang's smile widened, and his eyes, which had seen all the vicissitudes of life, sparkled with warmth and joy.

He waved his hand, signaling that everyone didn't need to be so formal, and then laughed heartily: "Haha, you must be hungry, let's eat first and talk while we eat." After that, he personally led everyone to the dining room. His kindness and enthusiasm made everyone present feel the warmth of home.

Inside the dining room, a large, quaint round table was already filled with a variety of Beijing-style dishes.

These dishes are not only delicious, but also contain profound cultural heritage. There are crystal clear roast duck, crispy skin, tender meat, and fragrant aroma; there are fresh and delicious fish soup, rich soup, and delicious Kung Pao chicken, spicy and sweet, with endless aftertaste... Each dish is carefully selected by Mr. Zhang and specially prepared for this party, aiming to let the guests from afar taste the most authentic Shangjing flavor.

The classical beauty sat at the table, her manners showing elegance and dignity.

She opened her red lips and savored each dish carefully, nodding in praise from time to time, and sometimes showing a satisfied smile.

Every movement she makes seems to be a silent display of etiquette, which makes people fall in love with her.

Under her leadership, the atmosphere at the entire dinner table became more harmonious and friendly. Everyone ate and talked, laughed and talked, and enjoyed this rare reunion time together.

Looking at this scene, Mr. Zhang felt relieved and satisfied.

If we were to say who is the most thoughtful person here, it would definitely be Cao Jianjia. She didn't want to be here and was forced here.

The others really wanted to be with this guy.

Now that this kid is so powerful, I feel a little overwhelmed and I have become a little lamb.