When she woke up after her death, Shangguan Wan'er felt a splitting headache and a tightness in her chest. Suppressing the strangeness in her heart, she turned to the man in strange clothes and said quietly, "I wonder where the young master is?"
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment and then muttered slightly: "Wenyuan."
Shangguan Wan'er moved her slightly stiff limbs and apologized slightly: "My sudden visit is really Wan'er's lack of etiquette. I hope you can forgive me." "I wonder what your name is now?"
Murong Fu observed the woman in front of him calmly, and when he was about to reply, he heard the sound of footsteps in twos and threes.
The treasure appraisal experts stood stunned when they saw Shangguan Wan'er's magnificent palace attire. They all gathered around and said excitedly: "Is this lady wearing a Tang suit?"
Murong Fu: "?"
Shangguan Wan'er smiled slightly and said, "Yes."
Murong Fu looked thoughtfully at the even more excited experts.
The experts looked at the gold hairpin on the bun, the jade comb and the exquisitely embroidered shoes on the feet and couldn't hide their excitement: "Is this an official crown?"
"Yes."
Murong Fu reorganized his gorgeous clothes and listened to the expert's gasp. Was he wearing an antique?
Intention: No one should be wronged by himself