Chapter 1710 - 1533: Antique with a Spirit 13
Chapter 1710: Chapter 1533: Antique with a Spirit 13
Not far from Li Yi’s house, a black business car quietly stopped in the alley. Inside, An Ran and Bai Xiaogang sat in the front and passenger seats, waiting quietly.
An Ran and Bai Xiaogang came out today because they received news to capture a very cunning fugitive, and happened to encounter Feng Shuangshuang. Feng Shuangshuang said she was going to handle some matters and could help catch the person.
It so happened that this fugitive was extremely cunning and had escaped from their grasp several times. With Feng Shuangshuang, the enigmatic antique shop owner, helping, it was exactly what An Ran desired.
Soon, Feng Shuangshuang appeared across the business car, carrying the stiff-bodied master. An Ran and Bai Xiaogang hurriedly got out of the car to greet her.
Bai Xiaogang proactively took over the stiff-bodied master from Feng Shuangshuang’s hands, while An Ran opened his phone and launched the facial scanning system developed internally, scanning the master’s face.
After scanning with the facial system, a red exclamation appeared on An Ran’s phone, transforming into a file containing all the master’s information.
After reading it, An Ran smiled and thanked Feng Shuangshuang, saying, "It’s indeed a fugitive who has been wanted and escaped for over ten years. Thank you, boss, for helping us this time.
This guy was too good at escaping and hiding. Every time we received information and rushed there, he would vanish.
If it weren’t for your help, boss, we might not have been able to catch him this time. If he escaped, it wouldn’t be easy to find him."
"No need to thank me. I just happened to encounter him. It’s nothing," Feng Shuangshuang said lightly, preparing to leave.
Bai Xiaogang, who hadn’t spoken all along, hurriedly said from behind as Feng Shuangshuang was leaving: "Boss, thank you for saving me last time; I’m deeply grateful for your life-saving grace."
Feng Shuangshuang glanced back at Bai Xiaogang and said indifferently, "It wasn’t really a life-saving grace. Although the demon captured you, it didn’t intend to harm people. Even if I didn’t rescue you, you would have been released after listening to the opera."
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Li Yi, the rising star of the opera world, caused an uproar when she suddenly announced her temporary departure from the stage during her peak. Countless people speculated about why Li Yi made such a decision at the height of her fame.
But the reason was utterly elusive, as it was her sudden decision, and even Li Yi’s mentor and parents didn’t know why she did it.
Some speculated that Li Yi had throat issues and had to leave the stage, while others speculated she was heartbroken and despondently left the stage.
Then, days later, someone saw Li Yi at a famous temple, sparking another wave of speculation that she had renounced the worldly life and intended to become a monk.
Yet amid all these speculations, Li Yi paid no attention to any of them, thoroughly shunning all external news, regardless of whether it was good or bad.
She bid farewell to her mother and her mentor who tried hard to persuade her otherwise, carrying her luggage alone, and followed the little demon in blue opera costume to the misty Jiangnan.
Li Yi rented a small courtyard there and earnestly started learning opera from the basics, including vocal techniques and stage positioning.
Three years later, having mastered opera, Li Yi returned and announced her comeback, delivering a performance on stage with even better skills than before.
The grand opera ignited the hearts of all opera fans, and everyone cheered for her—the opera genius had returned, now truly an opera master.
This time, Li Yi accepted the glory with peace of mind, no longer confused or excited by it. She maintained her love for opera, diligently practicing singing every day, while the little demon-transformed blue opera costume finally halted its aid.
Now with the little demon no longer by her side, Li Yi kept it deeply in her heart, as it was both a teacher and a friend, apart from her mother, her most cherished attachment.
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Inside There is an antique shop, a noble man sat on the beam of clothes, gazing silently out of the antique shop window, while the beauty in imperial attire lazily lay on the clothes rack.
She glanced at the swaying bamboo forest outside and pursed her lips: "What’s so good about this unchanging scenery of millennia? You watch it daily, yet never tire."
The noble man looked back at her, his gaze somewhat complicated, causing the beauty in imperial attire to become a bit angry. She turned over and glanced at him with beautiful eyes: "Can you stop being so pretentious? Always looking at me with that gaze.
Do you not know who you are? Those love entanglements and emotional ties aren’t ours; they’re our owners’. Those emotions and those past events belong to them.
And what are we?" the beauty in imperial attire said, unable to help but scoff self-mockingly, "We’re just two demons trapped on this small clothes rack for thousands of years without freedom.
After uttering those words, the beauty in imperial attire turned over and vanished from the clothes rack, while the noble man pursed his lips, his gaze somewhat dim.
After a long time, he finally mumbled under his breath, almost inaudible: "I know, I know." Ending with a turn himself, he too vanished from the clothes rack.
The scholar’s phantom floated above the scholar’s clothes, hiding behind the clothes rack, peeking at the places where the beauty in imperial attire and the noble man vanished, spat lightly, and then disappeared into the clothes.
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In the hall of There is an antique shop, Feng Shuangshuang was entertaining guests. Today she wore a rain-blue cheongsam, without any distracting colors, only the same-colored bright-line embroidered phoenix dark pattern occupying most of her hem.
Her slender fingers held the handle of the Purple Clay Teapot, the spout tilted as bright yellow tea water was gradually poured into the cup.
The scene of a beauty brewing tea was pleasing to the eyes, yet Jia Jinmeng’s gaze was fixed on the Purple Clay Teapot in Feng Shuangshuang’s hands, unable to pull away, truly mesmerized by the pleasant phoenix cry sound the teapot made when pouring tea.
Jia Jinmeng was a master of Purple Clay Teapot making, so he understood well how precious and rare the teapot in Feng Shuangshuang’s hand was.
Because this teapot wasn’t an ordinary Purple Clay Teapot; it was a Phoenix Cry Pot, so named not for its appearance but for the phoenix sound it produces when tea is poured.
The so-called Phoenix Cry Pots not only require exquisite craftsmanship but cannot be artificially made. Phoenix Cry Pots are known for their rarity, as one might burn a thousand kilns without yielding a single pot.
No matter how skilled a master may be, they cannot make a Phoenix Cry Pot themselves. Its creation solely depends on luck, making Phoenix Cry Pots extremely valuable.
As a master Purple Clay Teapot maker, Jia Jinmeng’s greatest desire was to create a Phoenix Cry Pot, but over the years, he had only seen a few and hadn’t made one himself.
All the Phoenix Cry Pots he had seen weren’t as exquisite as the one in Feng Shuangshuang’s hands.