"How much?" Rong Zhuo asked.

"One thousand taels." Song Ming'an, "These thousand taels are just money to get in."

One or two, according to the price of this dynasty is equivalent to about a thousand yuan in modern society.

One thousand two is one million!

Song Mingan spent a million just to come to this kind of place?

Rong Zhuo became more curious this time, wanting to know what was going on inside.

"We don't have to pay, right?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

"No need." Song Ming'an said, "The three of us are considered together."

Rong Zhuo frowned, thinking to himself, what is this doing, and three people can count as one person?

It was only when he followed the guy who led the way into the private room that he realized that they might count the quota according to the private room.

The layout of the private rooms in this place is somewhat similar to that of Xunhuan Tower. It is also a ring-shaped private room. There is a high platform in the courtyard in the middle, but the high platform is not big, and don't know what it is for.

The three sat in the private room and waited for a while, and the guy only served tea and then backed out.

After a while, someone came out with a covered tray and put the tray on the high platform.

"The first object today is an ivory sculpture," the man said.

Rong Zhuo couldn't help but stunned when he saw this posture, and quickly realized that this is the ancient version of the auction!

The admission ticket is extremely high, making it sterious, and don't know what will be filmed.

However, it was the first time he had seen such a scene in reality, so he was very curious.

After the person introduced the ivory carving, he asked the people in the private rooms to make bids.

The process is somewhat similar to auctions in modern society, where the highest bidder wins.

"What's so funny about this?" Duan Zheng couldn't help but said: "I look at the objects in here, but they are expensive!"

Although Duan Zheng is stupid and has a lot of money, he has seen the world. Just looking at this posture, he knows that this is a money-spending for excitement.

If the things are good, he doesn't mind playing once, but he thinks that the things he has taken out so far are quite ordinary.

"A few days ago, I heard that they filmed a beautiful boy from the Western Regions. Last month, it seemed that they also filmed a litter of tiger cubs without a full moon." Song Ming'an said: "And they have a lot of tribute here, and you can't buy them with money. ."

Duan Zheng was stunned, "Selling tributes privately will cost you your head."

"The people don't call the officials," Song Ming'an said. "And the people at the top of this place are not of ordinary identities. If you really poke them out, there will be people who will be in their pockets."

Duan Zheng only understood after hearing this.

Although some things look ordinary, they are different when they have the name of tribute.

According to the rules of this dynasty, only tributes can be used in the palace, and no one can use them as rewards.

But people are often like this. Once they have power and money, they can't help but expect more things they don't have.

Even if they know that this thing is very dangerous, there are still people who will take chances.

"Glass vase..." The man above said again.

Rong Zhuo raised his eyes and saw that the glass vase looked quite beautiful.

"Like it?" Song Mingan asked him.

"I think of a friend of mine who likes flowers. If this vase is placed in his house, it should look good." Rong Zhuo said.

"I bought it!" Song Mingan immediately called for the price.

"What are you doing?" Rong Zhuo was taken aback, "I didn't plan to buy it, this is a tribute!"

"It's not a tribute, it's a glass vase from the Western Regions, nothing rare." Duan Zheng said hurriedly: "You can see that no one has robbed it."

It was only after Rong Zhuo heard the words that he realized that no one was really rushing to bid on this glass vase.

Later, after asking, he learned that the aesthetics of the people of this dynasty still preferred porcelain, and they did not appreciate the glaze.

Rong Zhuo secretly said that it is fortunate that there is no hype in this era, otherwise the vase from the Western Regions will definitely be hyped up with some keywords.

In this way, Rong Zhuo spent the reserve price of fifty taels of silver to photograph the glass vase.

Of course, he thought fifty taels was quite expensive.

There is nothing too unusual in the objects auctioned that day.

But Rong Zhuo still gained a lot of knowledge and realized that there are so many people in the capital who spend money like flowing water.

"I have to go back earlier today, so I won't accompany you to dinner." Song Mingan said, "His Royal Highness Yan Wang will enter Beijing in two days. My father is too nervous these days, and his anger is not smooth. I will go back and show my performance."

Rong Zhuo couldn't help frowning when he heard King Yan's return to Beijing, and thought of Jiang Jiyan again...

Inside the Xunhuan Building.

Jiang Jiyan is discussing with Yu Jingdu.

"Tomorrow is really too late." Jiang Jiyan said.

According to his thoughts, Yu Jingdu should not take Young Master Rong to Qingyin Temple to delay these few days.

This time it was good, things dragged on to the last day.

"When things are done, let Sister Hua inform him that you don't go to see him again, lest those who are staring at you notice him." Yu Jingdu said.

"Shouldn't you be in front of Young Master Rong?" Jiang Jiyan asked.

Yu Jingdu's eyes turned cold and he didn't speak, but Jiang Jiyan understood what he meant.

When did His Highness become so soft-hearted?

Jiang Jiyan was really helpless and worried.

"Young Master Rong doesn't see it with his own eyes, what if he doesn't believe it?" Jiang Jiyan asked.

"He's not that smart." Yu Jingdu said.

As soon as the voice fell, Yu Jingdu's eyes moved slightly.

On the porch, the familiar footsteps approached slowly, and finally stopped at his door.

"Qingshi." A boy's voice sounded outside.

Jiang Jiyan had no choice but to hide behind the screen again.

Yu Jingdu walked over to open the door, and saw Rong Zhuo standing at the door with a glass vase in his arms.

"I bought it on the street, thinking that you like flowers, I'll give it to you." Rong Zhuo said and stuffed the vase into his hand.

Yu Jingdu held a glass vase in his hand, his heart was sour and astringent, and he didn't dare to look at Rong Zhuo.