Chapter 131 Where Did I Sleep?

Chen Jingchu definitely wanted to stay, but Fengping also made up her mind not to leave, she insisted on staying together.

"There is no one in your family to harass—" Fan Wubing asked very incomprehensibly.

"I'm worried that someone in your family is harassing—" Feng Ping looked at Fan Wubing with a half-smile and said.

Fan Wubing slandered for a long time, probably because Feng Ping was afraid that Chen Jingchu would take advantage of Fan Wubing first, so she insisted on staying as a light bulb, and Fan Wubing was naturally embarrassed to drive her away, so she had to Let her stay and live.

Fortunately, Fan Wubing's house has a lot of space, and it would be very easy to vacate another room for them.

Because there is a lot of space in the front and back of the Fan family's yard, and there are many tall trees around it. At night, when the night wind blows, the inside of the house is still a bit cold. Fan Wubing considered this, so he hugged the bed. The two of them walked to Chen Jingchu and the others' room, and knocked on the door.

As soon as the door opened, Feng Ping's smiling face was revealed, but Fan Wubing felt that her smile was a bit malicious, so he said, "I'll bring you a quilt, it's a bit cold at night, and the towel is too thin, it will hurt you." Cold.*****”

"Do you want to come in and take a look?" Feng Ping suddenly whispered to Fan Wubing, with a strange expression on her face.

"Eh? What are you coming in to see?" Fan Wubing felt somewhat conflicted, but he still couldn't help asking.

"Look at the beauty coming out of the bath, there is no mosaic—" Feng Ping said with a smile.

Fan Wubing looked at Fengping suspiciously, wondering what the little fairy was up to, but he immediately heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom of the room, oh, it turned out that Chen Jingchu was taking a shower.

No wonder Feng Ping said something about watching a beauty come out of the bath, Fan Wubing said with a chuckle. "If you go in to take a shower too, I'll wait here and watch."

"Shameless." Feng Ping wrinkled her nose at Fan Wubing, snorted, and took the blanket. Then he closed the door.

Feng Ping carried the quilt to the bed and spread it out. The beds in Fan Wubing's house were all double beds, and two girls slept there. , but someone has been tidying up. ***** Therefore, you will not feel the stale and uncomfortable breath.

The house is connected with TV, air conditioner, refrigerator and other home appliances. The most noticeable thing is the two large floor-to-ceiling bookcases, which contain a lot of books. In fact, this is Fan Wubing's study.

Feng Ping went to the bookcase,

Casually took out a book, it was a handwritten copy, the pages were already a little yellowed, the handwriting on it was in traditional characters, and the lower case characters were written very neatly. Looking at the date written on the title page again, it was during the Republic of China.

Many books were extracted one by one, and they were all ancient books. Feng Ping couldn't help being very surprised, now it is different from before, everyone knows the value of ancient books, such well-preserved manuscripts are of high value in the antique cultural relics market, but she didn't expect Fan Wubing to have them here So many rare books.

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, and Chen Jingchu came out wrapped in a big bath towel, and wrapped his wet head in a towel. After I got out, I found the hair dryer. Then it blew up.

"What book are you reading?" Chen Jingchu asked Fengping.

"I don't understand, it's all in traditional characters. ^^^^" Feng Ping stuffed the book into its place. Stretching his waist, he said to Chen Jingchu, "I really doubt that he can understand these books? I guess it's just for show?"

"It's hard to say—" Chen Jingchu thought to himself that Fan Wubing was not an ordinary person, and if one judged him according to the usual way of thinking, one would probably draw wrong conclusions.

Feng Ping looked at Chen Jingchu, and suddenly said, "Let me blow your hair for you, if you do it like this, it's easy to dry it too much." Then she took the hair dryer from Chen Jingchu's hand, and helped her to blow it up.

Chen Jingchu sat quietly on the bed, letting Fengping play with her, but she felt a little curious in her heart. It seemed that Fengping was very familiar with these things, but she didn't know what was going on in her family. When she was wondering, Fengping had already turned her head It's done.

Feng Ping smoothed Chen Jingchu's head, and said with some emotion, "Your quality is really good."

"Your skin is also very good! And your skin is very good—the breasts are big——" Chen Jingchu smiled, Feng Ping's skin was extremely delicate, as she said, smooth as fat and white as jade. ^^^^

Feng Ping suddenly laughed, "It's all about men, why do you pay attention to other people's breasts?"

"The two headlights are the same, so I can't do it if I don't want to." Chen Jingchu laughed.

When Chen Jingchu said this, Feng Ping held her chest in distress and said, "Who knows why, I don't want to be so eye-catching."

After Fan Wubing returned to his room, he held the red sandalwood needle box Fan Tianlan gave him, looked at it carefully, and felt that it was really a good thing.

The knowledge and use of red sandalwood in ancient times began at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. In the Ming Dynasty, this wood was valued by the royal family and large-scale harvesting began. Due to the scarcity of red sandalwood, the domestic sandalwood was quickly picked up, and then officials were sent to Nanyang to purchase it. After that, it became a rule and lasted until the Ming Dynasty fell.

Not all the wood purchased at that time was for current use, and a lot of rosewood was stored for future use. This kind of procurement is plundering to a certain extent. Therefore, the best trees produced in the Nanyang Islands are almost completely harvested, especially rosewood.

Everything that can be made into utensils is all bundled away. The places where red sandalwood is produced in the world are mainly Nanyang Islands. Therefore, by the end of Ming Dynasty and the beginning of Qing Dynasty, most of the red sandalwood produced in the world had been collected in China and stored in Guangzhou and Beijing.

The red sandalwood wood used in the Qing Dynasty was mainly collected in the Ming Dynasty. Although new materials were also purchased from Nanyang in the Qing Dynasty, most of them were rough and not full, and the joints were not straight. In the Ming Dynasty, there was excessive logging, and in the Qing Dynasty, it had not been revived, and the source was exhausted. This is also an important reason why red sandalwood is cherished by the world.

The needle box handed down by Fan Tianlan’s ancestral home seems to be before the Ming Dynasty. The material of red sandalwood is dense and hard. The annual rings are filiform, the brown eyes are very dense, and there is no scar.

Although red sandalwood is a tropical plant, it cannot be used for hundreds of years. A red sandalwood can only be used after several hundred years of growth. And ten sandalwood and nine hollows, between the hollow and the skin, that place, that little meat can be used. Therefore, there has been a saying that an inch of sandalwood is an inch of gold since ancient times.

Europeans and Americans have never seen red sandalwood at first, so they think that red sandalwood has no big materials, and they can only make some small utensils with red sandalwood. Legend has it that there is a five-inch long red sandalwood coffin model in front of Napoleon's tomb, which surprised the visitors and thought it was rare.

As everyone knows, most of the available red sandalwood arrived in China as early as the Ming Dynasty.

Fan Wubing was watching when someone knocked on the door suddenly, so Fan Wubing stood up and came to open the door, only to find Fengping running over in her pajamas.

"Let me in quickly!" Feng Ping rubbed her eyes, yawned and said to Fan Wubing.

"You don't sleep over there, what are you doing here? Besides, you are dressed like this, it is easy to seduce people to commit crimes." Fan Wubing looked at Fengping, and found that a large piece of skin on her chest was exposed. He couldn't help swallowing, and said to her a little jerky.

Feng Ping directly pushed Fan Wubing away and sat on his bed, "Oh, Chen Jingchu looks so quiet, but she sleeps dishonestly. Although your bed is big, she can't help turning over and over, rubbing my body. It's all crushed." As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and let Fan Wubing take a look.

Fan Wubing took a look at Fengping's arm, it was as tender as a peeled lotus root, where could there be traces of being pressed green? This is clearly because Feng Ping is looking for an excuse to sneak into her room and it is true.

Sure enough, Feng Ping got into Fan Wubing's quilt, wrinkled her nose and smelled it, and said to him, "It doesn't seem to be very smelly."

Fan Wubing was very speechless at once, and he held back for a long time before he said, "I don't sleep at home very much, why would it stink?"

This is the truth, Fan Wubing spends most of his time in the hotel, and the days when he goes home are really limited, and there is a special person to clean up the house, so it will definitely not happen that the bedding is not replaced in time after use, and the newcomer The waiters have always been very diligent, and they also smoked the bedding and clothes with lavender, so there will be absolutely no smell.

But as soon as Fengping took over his bed, Fan Wubing didn't know what to do, he pushed Fengping and asked, "Hey, you took my bed, where should I sleep?"

"Sleep with me, I won't take advantage of you—" Feng Ping pouted, and moved her body aside, but the space left for Fan Wubing was really limited.

If Fan Wubing wanted to sleep on the bed, he would definitely have to cling to Fengping's body tightly. Fan Wubing looked at the alluring beauty on the bed, with her perfect curves, and couldn't help feeling a little distracted.

Up, or not up? This is a problem.