Finally, his eyes fell on the white jade hairpin again.

Under the lamp with dancing flames, I picked up the hairpin and looked at it carefully.

Hairpins are similar in texture to white jade, white in color and very delicate in texture.

It should be an old hairpin from a long time ago.

Jade nourishes people, and people also nourish jade. After being worn for a long time, this hairpin has an almost polished glaze luster.

Moreover, strictly speaking, this white jade hairpin is not a single stick hairpin. There should be two small and exquisite pendants hanging on one end of the hairpin, which are made of the same material as the hairpin body.

It can barely be called a step.

"Long Ling—Long Ling—"

While Ouyang Rong was fiddling with the hairpin, the two exquisite and small pendants collided together, producing a special jade collision sound.

Crisp, sweet and refreshing.

He said softly "Eh" and looked at the material of the hairpin body and the two pendants.

It is rare to see jade with such pure white and delicate material, especially the sound is very special.

The normal jade collision sound is "Dingling——", but this is "Longling——".

Ouyang Rong got up and went to the bookshelf, looking through the epigraphic books, but couldn't find similar material descriptions.

Put it down for now and stuff it into your arms.

Ouyang Rong opened the door, called Ye Weila back, asked her to prepare hot water for a bath, and then turned to rest.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, Ouyang Rong took the white jade hairpin to the Jiangzhou lobby and met Yuan Huaimin.

This guy is a fisherman, he can do everything except go to work.

Well, in various senses, unique ancient books, gold and stone antiques.

Yuan Huaimin put the hosta pendant to his ear, waved his hand, and listened.

"Long Ling——"

"Interesting, Brother Lianghan, this is ice white jade, the sound is unmistakable, the texture is high quality, relatively rare, it was used by nobles in the pre-Qin period... This kind of jade is quite rare in the south, where did Brother Lianghan come from?

You got it, can you sell it to me?"

Yuan Huaimin asked curiously.

Ouyang Rong silently withdrew his hand and whispered:

"My mother's relic."

"Looking at it this way, it has been passed down to our family for a long time."

Yuan Huaimin's eyes fell on it, his face was reluctant to leave, and he did not forget to joke:

"Look at it this way, your ancestors have been rich for many generations."

Ouyang Rong curled his lips, "Whose ancestors have never been wealthy? Brother Huaimin, aren't our ancestors still the royal family of the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

"Nothing has been passed down. Many things are still passed down orally from the elders in the clan."

Yuan Huaimin sighed.

Ouyang Rong nodded: "What else do you want to pass on? The throne of the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

After saying that, he put away the hairpin and left, leaving Yuan Huaimin with a stern look on his face.

Don't give him the opportunity to touch the ice-white jade hairpin with his dirty hands.

Ouyang Rong carried this ice-white jade hairpin with him for the whole day. As soon as his palm touched the body of the hairpin, there was the sound of pink and blue blessings, so he was not in a hurry.

The next day, Huaiye Lane Hall.

At the breakfast table, Ouyang Rong drank porridge with Zhen Shuyuan. Halfway through, he put down the bowl, took out the ice-white jade hairpin, and asked curiously:

"Auntie, is this what my mother wore before?"

Zhen Shuyuan paused, stared at the ice-white jade hairpin for a while, her eyes revealed memories, and she nodded gently:

"Well, it's the jade hairpin that your mother used to wear... I heard from Sister Zhao that it was passed down from her parents' side. When the Zhao family's direct daughter reaches the age of hairpin, the family will give her a jade hairpin like this. She will also accompany her in the future.

When you get married, there are all the daughters of the Zhao family who are your direct relatives."

"What's the story about my mother's family? What kind of wealthy and powerful family it is?"

"Not really, they are from Nanlong. They are a little lower than our Ouyang family, but they can still be regarded as a family of poetry, calligraphy and etiquette..."

Zhen Shuyuan thought for a while and said: "And the Zhao family's daughter is very famous in Nanlong."

"What's the famous method?"

Ouyang Rong looked curious.

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PS: (There will be an additional chapter at 12 o’clock!)
Chapter completed!