"What?! Yi'an, there is actually a Song Dynasty hand-painted "Autumn Palace Picture" at home? Why didn't I know?" Old man Wu was almost jumping in anger. How could he not understand such an important matter? I heard it from a bad old man like Deng Quanhua!

He is the authentic master of his good apprentice!

"Yi'an, I love you so much! It's so sad that you still hide such a good thing and don't tell me." The way old man Wu looked at Qiao Yi'an can be described as heartbroken.

"Well……"

Being stared at by everyone, Qiao Yi'an smiled coyly. She only knew that the Song Dynasty "Autumn Palace Picture" hand scroll was in her home two days ago. Where did I have the opportunity to tell old man Wu about things I didn't know? Besides, aren't you busy these two days?

Knowing that old man Wu is obsessed with antiques, but he doesn't know that the other party is so obsessed. Looking at the other party's angry eyes, there seems to be a pitiful taste. Qiao Yi'an thinks that he has gone too far and hurt old man Wu's heart?

But sometimes thinking too much is a disease...

Qiao Yi'an just promised old man Wu that he would deliver the Song Dynasty "Autumn Palace Picture" scroll early tomorrow morning, and old man Wu's face immediately glowed, his whole person was as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and his smile was full of excitement , and even rushed to Rong Boguang and Deng Quanhua's side, boasting that he has a considerate and considerate apprentice, and their apprentices are not as good as his own.

Master Rong rolled his eyes at the unbeaten look, wishing he could slap Old Man Wu on the face. But Deng Quanhua no longer had old man Wu's expectation, looked at him with jealousy, and even gave his little apprentice a hard look.

Luo Shan shrank aside aggrieved, trying to shrink himself into a ball, feeling that the master really disliked him more and more, especially in comparison with Qiao Yi'an, it was impossible to live this day! He still had to follow his master back to Hong Kong early to survive.

The dinner table was so lively, but Zu Nanzhen and Zhao Zihao didn't talk much, probably because what happened to Dongfang Jing last night really affected their mood, so they just listened quietly to other people's noisy conversation with smiles on their lips, extremely quiet, The movements of the master and apprentice eating and smiling are very consistent.

Qiao Yi'an blinked at the excited look of Old Man Wu, but she still didn't want to tell her master that she still had a celadon cracked plate made of Song Dynasty celadon at home, so that the other party would not be able to fly into the sky.

It was already the last night of the fourth day when everyone bid farewell and left old man Wu's house.

After everyone left, Dong Lanqin helped Qiao Yi'an feel the pulse. The corner of the old lady's mouth was slightly curled up, and she nodded with a smile on her face: "The prescription I gave you some time ago seems to be effective, and your pulse is comparable to that of two months ago." It's much better, after a while, the fetal poison in your body will probably be drained."

"Thank you, Master." Qiao Yi'an said gratefully to Dong Lanqin. If it weren't for Master's antidote, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so fast with the ability alone.

Every time she drank the medicine prepared by her teacher, she could clearly see that the black dead air representing toxins in her body had turned into a gray substance, which was scattered in the air with the wind. Although it is extremely slow, it is indeed effective, and it can even control the spread of that black death energy. Qiao Yi'an was very happy to see the black and dead air on the top of his head that became lighter and lighter every day.

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