Wealth

Chen Jingchu must stay and live, but Feng Ping also made up his mind not to leave, and must stay together.

"There is no one in your family harassing--" Fan Wubing asked incomprehensibly.

"I'm worried about harassment in your family--" Feng Ping said, looking at Fan Wuyao with a smile.

Fan Wubing's heart was slandered for a long time. It is estimated that Feng Ping was afraid that Chen Jingchu would be near the water platform and took advantage of Fan Wuyi's advantage first, so he insisted on staying as an electric light bulb. Fan Wubing was naturally too embarrassed to drive her away. Let her stay and live.

Fortunately, the space in Fan Wuyi's home is indeed very large, and it is easy to vacate another room for them.

Because the front and back space of the Fan’s yard is very large, and there are many tall trees around it. At night, when the night breeze blows, the room is still a bit cold. Fan Wuyi took this into consideration, so he hugged a bed. The double Liang was walked to Chen Jingchu's room and knocked on the door.

As soon as the door opened, Feng Ping’s smiling face was revealed, but Fan Wubing felt that her smile was really unkind, so he said, “I’ll bring you quilts. It’s a bit cold at night. I have a cold. *****"

"Would you like to come in and have a look?" Feng Ping suddenly whispered to Fan Wuyao, her expression a little weird.

"Eh? Come in to see what?" Fan Wubing was a little bit reluctant, but he couldn't help but ask.

"Look at the beauty out of the bath, there is no mosaic--" Feng Ping said with a grin.

Fan Wuyao looked at Feng Ping suspiciously, thinking what the little fairy was trying, but he immediately heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom in the room, oh, it turned out that Chen Jingchu was taking a shower.

No wonder what Feng Ping said to watch the beauty go out of the bath, Fan Wubing smiled. "If you also go in for a shower, I will wait here to watch."

"Shameless." Feng Ping wrinkled her nose at Fan Wubing, snorted, and took the cold quilt. Then he closed the door.

Feng Ping carried Liang onto the bed and spread it out. The beds in Fan Wubing’s home were all double beds. The two girls were sleeping, they looked very spacious and they didn’t feel crowded at all, although there was no one in this room. , But someone has been tidying up. *****Therefore, I don’t feel old and uncomfortable.

There are TVs, air conditioners, refrigerators and other appliances in the house. The most noticeable thing is the two large floor-to-ceiling bookcases, which contain a lot of books. In fact, this is Fan Wuyi's study.

Feng Ping walked to the bookcase and took out a book in her hand. It is now a manuscript. The pages of the book are already a little yellowed. The handwriting on it is all in traditional Chinese, and the characters are neatly written in lower case. Looking at the date written on the title page again, it is the period of the Republic of China.

I picked many books in turn, and they are all ancient books. Feng Ping couldn’t help being surprised. Now it’s different from before. Everyone knows the value of ancient books. Such well-preserved manuscripts have a high value in the antique and cultural relics market, but he didn’t expect Fan Wubing to have them here. So many rare books.

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, and Chen Jingchu walked out wrapped in a large bath towel, and wrapped his wet head in a towel. After I got out, I found the hair dryer. Then it blew.

"What book are you reading?" Chen Jingchu asked Feng Ping.

"I don't understand, they are all traditional characters. ^^^^" Feng Ping stuffed the book into its place. Stretched and said to Chen Jingchu, "I really doubt that he can read these books? I guess it's just to make a good appearance, right?"

"It's hard to say—" Chen Jingchu thought to himself that Fan Wubing is not an ordinary person. If he were to comment on him in accordance with the usual mode of thinking, he would probably draw wrong conclusions.

Feng Ping looked at Chen Jingchu, and suddenly said, "I'll blow your head for you. If you do it this way, it's easy to blow your head too dry." Then he took the hair dryer from Chen Jingchu's hand and helped her blow it up.

Chen Jingchu sat on the bed quietly, letting Fengping play with him, but felt a little curious in his heart. It seems that Feng Ping is very familiar with these things, but he does not know what is going on in her home. When he is wondering, Feng Ping has already turned his head. It's done.

Feng Ping dealt with Chen Jingchu's head smoothly, and said with some emotion, "Your quality is really good."

"Yours is also very good! And your skin is very good-your **** are big -" Chen Jingchu smiled, Feng Ping's skin was extremely delicate, and she really complied with those words, it was as smooth as cream, white as beautiful jade. ^^^^

Feng Ping suddenly laughed, "It's nothing more than a man, why do you pay attention to other people's breasts?"

"The two headlights are the same. People can't do it without paying attention." Chen Jingchu smiled.

Feng Ping was said by Chen Jingchu, holding her chest in distress and said, "Who knows why, I don't want to be so conspicuous."

After Fan Wubing returned to his room, he held the red sandalwood needle box given to him by Fan Tianlan, and looked at it carefully, thinking it was really a good thing.

The knowledge and use of red sandalwood in ancient times began in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. In the Ming Dynasty, this wood was valued by the royal family and large-scale logging began. Due to the scarcity of red sandalwood, the domestic sandalwood was quickly lit up, and officials were sent to Nanyang to purchase it. After that, it became a rule and continued until the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Not all the wood purchased at that time was for current use, and many red sandalwood woods were stored for later use. This kind of procurement is predatory to a certain extent. Therefore, the fine woods produced in the Nanyang Islands have been almost completely harvested, especially the red sandalwood wood.

Everything that can be made into utensils is all bundled away. The land where red sandalwood is produced in the world is mainly in the Nanyang Islands. Therefore, by the end of Ming and early Qing, most of the red sandalwood produced in the world has been gathered in China and stored in Guangzhou and Beijing.

The red sandalwood wood used in the Qing Dynasty was mainly collected in the Ming Dynasty. Although the new materials were purchased by Nanyang in the Qing Dynasty, most of them were rough and not well gripped, and the knots were not straight. The excessive logging in the Ming Dynasty has not yet revived in the Qing Dynasty, and the source has been exhausted. This is also an important reason why red sandalwood is cherished by the world.

The needle box passed down by Fan Tianlan’s ancestors seems to have been before the Ming Dynasty. The material of red sandalwood is dense and hard, the color is purple-black, slightly aromatic, deep and quaint, the heartwood is **** ochre, shiny and beautiful with fringes and stripes. The annual ring pattern is tangled filaments, the brown eyes are extremely dense, and there are no scars.

Although red sandalwood is a tropical plant, it cannot be used for hundreds of years. A red sandalwood tree cannot be used until it has been grown for hundreds of years. And ten sandalwoods and nine empty spaces, between the hollow and the epidermis, that spot, that spot of meat can be used. Therefore, since ancient times, there has been a saying that every inch of gold.

The Europeans and Americans had never seen red sandalwood aniseed at first, so they believed that red sandalwood had no aniseed and could only make some small objects with red sandalwood. Legend has it that there is a five-inch red sandalwood coffin in front of Napoleon’s tomb, which surprised the visit and thought it was rare.

As everyone knows, most of the available red sandalwood have arrived in China as early as the Ming Dynasty.

Fan Wubing was watching. Suddenly someone knocked on the door outside, so Fan Wubing stood up and came over to open the door, only to find that Fengping ran over only in her pajamas.

"Let me come in!" Feng Ping rubbed her eyes and yawned to Fan Wuyao.

"You don't sleep there, why are you running here? Besides, if you dress like this, it's easy to tempt to commit crimes." Fan Wuyao looked at Feng Ping and found that a large area of ​​skin was exposed on his chest. I couldn't help but swallowed saliva and said to her a little jerky.

Feng Ping directly pushed Fan Wuyin away and sat on his bed, "Oh, Chen Jingchu looks so quiet, but sleeps not honestly. Although your bed is big, she can't help her turning over and turning my body. It's all green." He rolled up his sleeves as he said, and let Fan Wuyi take a look.

Fan Wubing glanced at Feng Ping's arm. It was as pink as the peeled lotus root. Where could I see the traces of being crushed? This is obviously true because Feng Ping wanted to find an excuse to sneak into her room.

Sure enough ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Feng Ping got into Fan Wu's quilt, wrinkled her nose and smelled it, and said to him, "It doesn't seem to be very smelly."

Fan Wubing was speechless at once, and after holding back for a long time, he said, "I don't often sleep at home, where can it smell?"

This is the truth. Fan Wuyi spends most of his time in the hotel. The days when he goes home are really very limited, and there is a special person to clean up the bedding after use. The waiters are always very diligent, and smoke the bedding clothes with lavender, and there will never be a smell.

However, as soon as Feng Ping occupied his bed, Fan Wubing didn't know what to do. Pushing Fengping up and asking, "Hey, you occupied my bed, where do I sleep?"

"Let's sleep with me, I won't take advantage of you--" Feng Ping said with a pouting mouth, and gave way to the side, but the place left for Fan Wuyao was really limited.

If Fan Wuyao wants to sleep on the bed, he must be close to Fengping's body. Fan Wuyao looked at the seductive stunner on the bed, the perfect curve, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Up, or not? This is a problem.