Chapter 535 (1/2)

Then he hummed, unscrewed the accelerator, and then drove the tricycle towards the reservoir on the distant mountain.

Seeing his third uncle leave, he Feng sat on the steps at his door, turned his face to one side, and continued to say to the misty son: ”hurry up and tell me how to open it!”

”The eye of the relief figure image, you press it hard, and he will open!” misty son was reluctant. He looked at the jade box in He Feng's hand and said.

”I see!” He Feng said, then pressed the man's eyes with his fingers.

The relief on the jade box is none other than Wang Xizhi's. I only see a person who is in high spirits and wearing clothes from the Wei and Jin Dynasties drinking and singing there. Next to it is a quite exquisite and beautiful Pavilion.

Around the pavilion, there is a stream flowing slowly from a distance. The stream beats the stones in the river, and there are also boxes filled with all kinds of exquisite food.

There is a taxi sitting there.

Holding a tall wine glass, drinking and singing, this may be the legendary Qushui Liubei.

Old and respected people sit at the highest place, and then young and short-term people sit in the distance, next to a singer and a zither player playing the piano, singing and dancing.

In the small pavilion, surrounded by a group of poets, there was an extraordinary scholar who was writing something unknown with a brush.

Several lifelike figures carved next to them are nodding frequently at the words jumping out of the paper.

The relief on the jade box is simply to carve down the grand event of Lanting rally.

Moreover, he Feng was shocked by the exquisite degree.

How to say, if he Feng is allowed to carve, he can carve to such an exquisite degree, but there are some wonderful things about this relief.

It's like everything really happened.

When he saw it, he Feng felt like a separated world. The competitive examination entered a world similar to the Lanting rally.

It was as if he had traveled back to the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and then sat with Wang Xizhi in a place called zuolanting, where he drank and sang, which was very audio-visual entertainment.

”What's going on?” He Feng quickly shook his head, and then some shocked piaomizi said to one side.

”What's the matter? What's the matter?” misty son asked he Feng with a puzzled face.

He didn't know what happened to He Feng. He was in a daze at the jade box just now. Now he suddenly asked himself why, is there something wrong with the brain melon seeds?

Or do you want to pretend to be ill and refuse to pay, and don't want to adjust your breath?

”Just click, just click!” piaomizi quickly stretched out his claw, and then pressed hard on the sculpture of Wang Xizhi in the center of the figure.

In an instant, the center of the relief in the center was depressed a little. Then, it seemed to be an internal arrangement. There was a magical spring. After a crisp sound, one side of the jade box bounced away.

He Feng quickly erected it, went in and took out a hardcover version of an ancient book.

The workmanship is exquisite. The appearance is framed layer by layer, and there are several big red prints on it that he Feng doesn't know.

But even without culture, he Feng knows what this thing is.

In fact, ordinary people often have such a misunderstanding, that is, ancient poetry books often have a lot of big seals printed on them, which makes people have an impulse to have a dense phobia.