The middle-aged scholar—Mei Wenxin—smiled bitterly and shook his head, saluted Chen Yang and said, "Sir, Wenxin didn't go."

"Why?"

"Because I dare not!"

Chen Yang smiled while stroking his hands, pointing to the empty seat next to the stone table, and said: "Mr. Mei, please sit down. Please explain the rest of the matter in person."

Although Mei Wenxin didn't know Chen Yang, he knew from the attitudes of Gao Ming and others that this was definitely not an ordinary person.

He had no objections and sat down at the seat designated by Chen Yang. First he fell into a daze for a while as if he was reminiscing, and then he seemed to have returned to that time, with a look of horror on his face as he spoke...

...

"To go or not to go?"

Mei Wenxin held the bronze mirror and fell into a dilemma.

He opened the rice paper again and used his skillful painting skills to draw the scenes he saw on the bronze mirror.

The key point is on that piece of leather.

As long as blood drips, a treasure will appear below.

"To fulfill my deepest desire?"

Mei Wenxin thought of the first treasure, the purple gold gourd, and the second treasure, the dressing box.

When blood dripped from the skin for the first time, Mei Wenxin was worried about the condition of his old wife at home, so he came up with a medicine to cure the disease.

The second time, after her condition improved, Mei Wenxin's only wish was her daughter's dowry.

So the dressing box appeared.

From these points of view, that piece of leather is simply a supreme treasure. As long as you have it, any wish can be realized.

Mei Wenxin knew very well that if he got that piece of leather, he would never use it just once or twice...

Desires are hard to satisfy, that’s just human nature.

He will want a mansion, a carriage, fancy clothes, a beautiful concubine...

I want power, I want a high official position and a good salary, I want immortality...

This is people!

No exception.

He Mei Wenxin, how can he be so virtuous and capable as to be special?

When Mei Wenxin was a boy, he had fantasies in his dreams.

It’s just that as I get older and society beats me hard, I slowly give up on my unrealistic ideas.

Now you just need to put down the bronze mirror, walk out, pick up the skin by the river, drip blood on it, and everything will be at your fingertips.

Mei Wenxin's lips and hands were trembling until...

"Father......"

The daughter came over carrying a tray.

"How did you come?"

Mei Wenxin pushed down the bronze mirror with his backhand, habitually displaying his father's majestic air.

The daughter took a bowl from the tray, brought it to Mei Wenxin, and said: "My daughter made some ginseng soup for my father. Father, you have to worry about your mother and your daughter. You can't sleep at night. It's really hard."

Mei Wenxin frowned, but before he could say anything, his daughter hurriedly said: "Father, this ginseng soup is some scraps of shavings left behind by my mother when she used ginseng medicine. My daughter collected them every day and put them into this bowl of ginseng."

It doesn’t cost anything extra for the soup.”

Mei Wen felt a pain in her confidence.

He didn't know what it was like when he thought that his daughter had to collect ginseng for who knows how many days before she could make him a bowl of ginseng soup.

All kinds of tastes are in your heart.

There is relief, emotion, self-blame, and shame.

Mei Wenxin swallowed the bowl of ginseng soup with big mouthfuls, and it was in his stomach in the blink of an eye.

My stomach, which had not eaten any rice all day, instantly calmed down and felt warm.

"Father."

The daughter put away the clean soup bowl and hesitated to take it.

"What's wrong? It's not early to go to rest."

Mei Wenxin treated her daughter as gently as possible, but found that her voice was hoarse and dry.

"daughter......"
Chapter completed!