Zhuo Yu Feng Yang Chapter 38

Chapter 38: The injustice is settled, and the time in the restaurant is fleeting

The siren sounded from far to near, and soon resounded throughout the valley of Qingyan Mountain.

A large number of police officers rushed into the stone chamber in Qixia Valley and surrounded Zhao Hanshan and the remaining men who were still kicking the door in anger.The moment the shiny handcuffs were cuffed on his wrists, the cruelty on Zhao Hanshan’s face was completely replaced by despair.The treasures from the official kiln that he tried so hard to capture finally became the last straw that broke his back.

Dozens of enamel official kiln pieces in the stone chamber were carefully packed and sealed.When the expert team arrived for appraisal, they were all moved to tears when they looked at the porcelain bottles with glossy glaze and exquisite painting.

“It’s an authentic work by Tang Ying! All of them are national treasures!” The veteran expert leading the team tremblingly touched the lotus pattern on the bottle, “This fills the gap in the research on Yongzheng enamel!”

When the news spread, the entire antique world was shocked.

Tang Ying’s secret edict was made public, and the injustice a hundred years ago was finally revealed to the world.The crime of Li Mingshan, a doctor in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who framed Zhongliang and embezzled national treasures was clearly exposed. Tang Ying’s life of integrity and painstaking efforts in making porcelain also moved countless people.

On behalf of everyone, Lu Chen donated all these official kiln porcelains to the National Museum.At the donation ceremony, the curator personally awarded certificates of honor to Jiang Zhuo and Lu Jingyang.

Standing under the flashlight, Lu Jingyang looked at Jiang Zhuo beside him, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but raise.Jiang Zhuoze still looked calm, but the light in his eyes was a little softer than before.

After the storm, Xianyunzhai returned to its former tranquility.

The early morning sunlight slanted into the Zhaiguan and fell on the Bogu shelf.The restored Yongzheng enamel vase with flower and bird patterns was placed in the most conspicuous position.The golden threads are winding, the jade color is warm and moist, and the ribbon bird on the bottle seems to be flapping its wings in the morning light.

Jiang Zhuo sat on a bamboo chair, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand, and carefully read Tang Ying’s porcelain making notes.Lu Jingyang squatted aside, carefully wiping a pair of small blue and white dishes that he had just received, while mumbling something.

“Boss Jiang, do you think Tang Ying would be very happy if he knew that his porcelain is now properly displayed in the museum?”

Jiang Zhuo raised his eyes, his eyes fell on the enamel bottle, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: “Yes. All he wants in his life is to be innocent, and these porcelains can be seen by the world.”

Lu Jingyang put down the rag, came close to him, and looked at the writings on the ancient books: “Then will we continue to restore cultural relics in the future?”

“Of course.” Jiang Zhuo closed the book and turned to look at him, “Some things must be guarded by someone.”

Lu Jingyang nodded heavily, his eyes full of determination.He recalled his experiences during this period, from picking up leaking seeds in the stone gambling den, to repairing the enamel bottles, to uncovering a century-old secret. Every step was thrilling, but it also made him have a deeper obsession with the restoration of cultural relics and Jiang Zhuo.

In the afternoon, Mr. Lin came to visit with several old friends.Several people sat around the tea table, brewed a pot of aged Pu’er, looked at the enamel bottle on the ancient shelf, and were full of praise.

“Xiao Jiang, your repair skills are really amazing!” Mr. Lin twirled his beard and smiled from ear to ear. “Who in the entire antique circle doesn’t know that Boss Jiang from Xianyunzhai has high craftsmanship and a good character.”

Jiang Zhuo picked up the teacup and smiled lightly: “Mr. Lin, I’m sorry, but I just did what I was expected to do.”

Lu Jingyang was listening to the side, feeling very happy in his heart. He couldn’t help but interject: “Mr. Lin, next time if there is any treasure that is difficult to repair, you must bring it to our Xianyunzhai!”

Everyone was amused by him, and hearty laughter echoed in the restaurant.

As the sun sets, the guests leave one after another.Jiang Zhuo and Lu Jingyang stood side by side at the door, watching the sunset turn half the sky red.

The evening breeze blows by, bringing with it the fragrance of gardenia flowers.In the flower pots at the entrance of the restaurant, several gardenias were blooming enthusiastically.

“Boss Jiang,” Lu Jingyang suddenly said, with a hint of excitement in his voice, “Let’s go shopping in Panjiayuan tomorrow? I heard that a lot of good things have appeared recently!”

Jiang Zhuo turned to look at him. The boy’s face was full of expectation, like a child begging for candy.He nodded slightly, the smile in his eyes getting a little deeper.

“Okay.”

The enamel bottles on the ancient shelves glow softly under the light.It has witnessed hundreds of years of ups and downs, and also witnessed a legend caused by cultural relics.

And the story belonging to Xianyunzhai continues.

Those fleeting years about cultural relics, protection, and companionship are flowing slowly, and they are peaceful every year.