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Just a pattern

Zhao Ziming breathed slightly: "What do you mean by saying that? This small porcelain bottle...is there anything special about it? Our Zhao family is everywhere..."

"Yes, the porcelain bottles used by the Zhao family all look like this!"

Zhao Qin interrupted him and handed the porcelain bottle to Ling Luoyu.

"On the surface, all porcelain bottles look the same, simple, ordinary, nothing special, they can be seen everywhere..."

This is exactly what Zhao Ziming is smart.

The small porcelain bottles he used were made by the Zhao family themselves. Some were sold for money and sold, while others were used by the Zhao family themselves.

It's like a dish, almost every household has it.

So, even if something happens one day, he can make excuses for himself and get out of here perfectly.

Ling Luoyu took the small porcelain bottle, and his fingertips slashed across the ground, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned: "This pattern..."

In her opinion, it is just a pattern.

At most, it has a bit concave and convex feeling, and there is nothing special.

"Miss Yu'er, you don't know that the things we Zhao family use are specially made...but there is an unknown little secret among these fires!"

Zhao Qin turned around slowly, raised the small porcelain bottle high, and walked towards Zhao Ziming with a sneer.

"Captain Zhao, you probably don't know about this, right?"

Zhao Ziming's face changed a little, but he did not answer.

——He really doesn't know.

Could it be that there is any mystery in this broken bottle?

If there is—

A cold sweat broke out on Zhao Ziming's back instantly.

"This... is just a small bottle. Aren't the people in the Zhao family using it? You...wouldn't you two want to use this to make a game and say I'm the murderer, right?"

Zhao Qin sneered: "Captain Zhao, although you are in business, you don't do small businesses in porcelain... So, you probably don't know that there are mystery in these small porcelain bottles!"

He suddenly bit his fingers, rubbed the blood on the pattern under the porcelain bottle, and turned around and printed rice paper on the porcelain bottle.

Zhao Ziming's head buzzed, and he had an ominous premonition.

——Damn it!

That inconspicuous little pattern is still a word, right?

He was frightened and couldn't help but be the first to come and take a look.

After seeing it, I felt much more relaxed.

What!

It's just a pattern.

A small pattern, not a special mark.

How can I get involved in drinking him?

He complained in his heart and sneered: "Young Master Qin, what are you asking us to see?"

Zhao Qin ignored him and handed the silk paper to Gu Lan and Ling Luoyu.

"About this, the two are outsiders, and they don't know the reasons, so I need to explain first... For example, this small porcelain vase will be specially fired after the Zhao clan leader named it. On the surface, it seems that it is the same as the small porcelain vase used by others, and it is nothing special, but..."

He turned around slowly, looking at Zhao Ziming as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Captain Zhao didn't know that those craftsmen were used to being lazy... They knew that things sold to ordinary Zhao's family would be broken after one use, and it would not be a big deal, but the things made for powerful people must be good and durable, so the materials used and fired will be particularly attentive!!"

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes and looked at the pattern carefully. The corners of his lips gradually raised the curve: "So, when those craftsmen burn, they would write special things with names?"
Chapter completed!
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