Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

It was a round bowl with a slightly purple color, it looked inconspicuous, but who is Jiang Ruobai?

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the bowl was a bit like the one used by Master Xuanyun when he traveled around.

It is the only personal item of Master Xuanyun left in the world, and it is truly priceless.

Such a collection-level treasure, this girl uses it as a cat bowl?

Jiang Ning suspected that he was wrong.

But, it's really similar.

Jiang Ruobai couldn't help but leaned over, squatted on the ground, and stared at Bo'er with his head.

The cat was eating happily, when it saw that someone was coming to snatch the food, it immediately turned around, barked at him, and its hair was blown all over.

Jiang Ning was stunned.

What about Rich Papa?

So gorgeously dressed, squatting on the ground to fight for food with cats?

This is most likely a fake. Seeing that she is as beautiful as a flower, they want to abduct her and sell her!

That's not right, if he was really a kidnapper, he wouldn't be so hungry that he would compete with the cat for food.

That's being really hungry.

Jiang Ning said: "Uncle, if you are really hungry, I still have a little mushroom soup in the pot... It was originally prepared for dinner, let me eat it for you."

"Oh..." Jiang Ruobai was fascinated by looking at Bo'er. He didn't hear what she said clearly for a while, and hummed a few times. It wasn't until a porcelain bowl appeared in front of him that he realized that his behavior at this time was easy to make people misunderstanding.

He laughed and said, "Actually, I...huh?"

He smelled a strong, special fragrance from the end of his nose.

It emanated from the porcelain bowl in front of me.

Seeing his eager eyes, Jiang Ning smiled and encouraged: "Eat."

The girl's smile was too bright, and the soup was too fragrant. Jiang Ruobai took the soup involuntarily and took a sip.

The entrance is fragrant, the mushrooms are tender and smooth, and the aftertaste is endless.

Jiang Ruobai had never eaten such soup, and drank half a bowl of soup in one go.

He was born in a famous family, he has never seen any kind of world, and he has never enjoyed any blessings. But in this thatched hut, I ate the most delicious soup in my life.

How not to be shocked.

He couldn't help but lick his lower lip.

Seeing this appearance, Jiang Ning felt cold in his heart.

Half a bowl of soup is so greedy, this guy is simply poorer than Old Li!

He also lied to her that the Jiang family was rich, and she could have as much as she wanted.

Pooh.

I don't want to go.

Jiang Ruobai never expected that he would be classified as a poor ghost after drinking half a bowl of soup.

He was staring at the porcelain bowl in his hand.

This porcelain bowl...

The glaze color is green and green, the luster is soft, and there are brown cracks at the bottom. It is clearly...a treasure from the old official kiln.

The price of this bowl alone is worth one hundred taels of silver.

Jiang Ruobai glanced at the wooden table in the main room, his heart trembled.

There was a whole set on the table, exactly like the one in hand.

This complete set is even more precious.

It's not like he hasn't seen these things before, but it's not in these dilapidated thatched huts.

what's the situation?

Jiang Ruobai walked into the room in shock, and saw a painting spread out on the high table next to it, under a pot of orchids. In some places, some dirt was also stained.

Jiang Ruobai's pupils shrank slightly, and he rushed over to take away the orchid, picked up the painting and looked at it carefully.

This paper, this brush stroke, this seal, the majestic momentum revealed in this painting——

That's right, it is the original work of Zhang Linxian, a great calligrapher and painter in the Southern Dynasties-Sunset Afterglow Picture.

He also has a copy of this painting in his study, which was copied by a great painter of the dynasty. Although it is considered a good work, it is far from the real one.

No, there is no comparison at all.

A fake is a fake.

It will never be true!

Jiang Ruobai swallowed, and looked around the room, finally falling on a large inconspicuous wicker basket behind the door.