Appreciating Porcelain: I and the Powerful Officials of the Ming Dynasty Looked at Each Other Across Porcelain

Shen Ci guards an antique shop in Jingdezhen that is on the verge of closing down. She has been immersed in Ming and Qing porcelain for half her life, but she is forced to pack up and leave due to the rent. After picking up a leak in a ghost market, a fragment of a cricket jar from the Xuande imperial kiln cut off my fingertips, and I awakened a strange ability - when my fingertips touch ancient porcelain, I can see the entire past contained in the artifact. The fires in the kiln were extinguished, the emperors were joyful and sorrowful, and the fireworks in the streets were all unfolded to him on the porcelain pieces, all those past events buried in history books. But when he looked back at the memory of this piece of porcelain, he was horrified to find that the memory was not just the afterimage of the past. Six hundred years ago, Qishan Hall. Yan Song, who had retired from Ding You, also possessed the power of observing objects and communicating with gods. In each piece of ancient porcelain, one can read the rise and fall of dynasties and the various attitudes of people's hearts. A piece of broken porcelain becomes the only bridge across time and space. A modern antique dealer and a powerful official of the Ming Dynasty, separated by six hundred years, looked at each other from a distance in the illusion of porcelain memory. Shen Ci wants to use ancient porcelain to uncover the historical truth and protect the shop left by her father's generation; Yan Song lurked in the mountains and fields, observing objects and understanding people's hearts, waiting for the changes of the times. They can't see each other's world, but they can communicate with each other through pieces of ancient porcelain. The game of real and fake antiques, the hidden truth behind the history books, and the turbulent undercurrents of the Ming Dynasty halls were simultaneously staged in the two eras along the lines of the porcelain glaze. But Shen Ci gradually realized that that person's gaze was far more profound and unpredictable than recorded in history books.