Soon, everyone fell to the ground.

Rong Daier helped Luo Qingqing get up and asked, "Are you okay?"

Luo Qingqing held her chest and said, "I didn't expect it to fall vertically, but I was scared to death!"

What she said was part of a performance, because she did not fall vertically, but passed through a soft slide to ensure that no one was injured.

Everyone got up from the ground and found themselves in an antique house.

The house is very spacious, with silk-like curtains hanging around it. There are many solid wood furniture, carved with complicated patterns, scattered throughout the room.

Li Mo said: "Is the legend true? There is a wormhole in Feilai Tower. Have we traveled to ancient times?"

Luo Qingqing looked around and said, "This is obvious, but I don't know what era this is?"

Rong Daier walked towards a row of bookshelves and found a handwritten version of "The Collection of Li Taibai", and said: "Here is a handwritten version of Li Bai's poetry collection, and it was copied with a brush. The paper is still very new. Could it be that

Is it the Tang Dynasty now?"

In ancient times, there was no advanced printing technology, and the circulation of poems and songs were all preserved by hand copying.

Rong Dai'er flipped through the book and said with a low smile: "It's just this word, I really can't compliment it. Ancient people's writing wasn't very good either."

Li Mo smiled and said: "Sister Rong, your words can easily offend a certain director!"

He was referring to the book as a prop, possibly written by a director.

Rong Daier smiled and said: "Then the director just got distracted. After all, hand-copied poems should have been very popular at the time."

Li Mo laughed and said: "Just like my mother said, when she was a child, she didn't have tapes, so she copied the lyrics by hand. She copied several copies of those popular songs, and she still keeps them like treasures!"

Zakhar smiled and said: "That is the memory of youth!"

He stroked a konghou, his eyes shining brightly: "This konghou is too high-quality, and it is obviously not a modern craft. The mouth of the phoenix seems to be inlaid with gold. Isn't it an antique?"

As a singer, he is familiar with musical instruments. It is not that he has never seen a konghou, but he has never seen such a simple and exquisite one!

Zheng Shaokai walked to the wall on one side, where several swords of different lengths and widths were hung. No one else knew that Zheng Shaokai had a special liking for ancient swords.

He couldn't help but take one, weighed it in his hand, then pulled out the sword and held it in a sword flower. The cold sword light made people's hearts tremble.

Luo Qingqing was holding a Tang Sancai deer and she liked it very much. She had a special liking for handmade pottery.

Almost all the cups and bowls in her home are designed by her and made by herself.

Luo Qingqing was convinced by the bright colors and lifelike shapes of Tang Sancai.

Luo Yanran was attracted by the beautiful hairpins on the table.

"Wow, it's so beautiful. This is a jasper hairpin, crystal clear; this is a walking stick made of gold, much more beautiful than the ones used in filming! Isn't this an antique?"

The six people, except Li Mo, looked around and felt around, the other five people all found what they liked and couldn't help themselves.

He turned to Rong Daier again and couldn't help but ask: "When you were in school, you didn't memorize enough Tang poems, but you still read them with gusto!"

But Rong Daier excitedly showed him the cover of the book: "This is "Detailed Explanation of Clothing Making"!"

Li Mo asked: "Clothing? Clothes maker?"

Rong Daier nodded: "Yes, this is very precious information. It describes in detail the production process of clothing in the Tang Dynasty, from design to buckles and lace. It is all recorded in detail. I doubt that this

It’s just a cultural relic! It’s been over a thousand years, so it’s not easy to preserve it!”


Chapter completed!