Meow ~ ~ meow ~ ~ "


    Big black leisurely waved its long fluffy tail. His voice stopped in order. He listened inexplicably and thought it was transmitting some signal.


    It''s just that only Jiang Yang can understand the meow signal.


    After the meow fell, Xiang Xing saw him blink his eyes and smile to translate.


    "This wood is camphor wood, which grew about 120 years ago. It was sawn off about 100 years ago."


    "As for the chiseling and coloring marks on this piece of wood, it was completed about 90 years ago, that is, the well-known chaotic era."


    Hearing the speech, the man and the little guy looked at each other silently.


    Indeed, the makeup and hair style of the black cheongsam woman, as well as the song that was once popular all over the country, are also the products of that era.


    "Well..."


    Wu Chen was pondering, and her voice lengthened slightly.


    Suddenly he raised his delicate eyes and looked at Jiang Yang, "can you lock the specific year?"


    "Try it."


    Jiang Yang shrugged slightly and winked at Da Hei.


    Big black immediately continued to smell the wood.


    After a while, he meowed and licked his little claws.


    He looked comfortable and looked like he had succeeded.


    Sure enough, a moment later, the boy smiled and nodded.


    Speak slowly, "729."


    729.


    Chewing on this number, Xiang Xing could not help but frown silently.


    In the memory of the little sister of the original owner, this is a very unusual year.


    Many major events that directly determine the historical turning point of Qinghe city took place in this year.


    On the contrary, it will become difficult and confusing to check this is a small matter of social flower for the time being.


    Thinking, she still took out her mobile phone reluctantly and was ready to go to x Niang


    However, when the young man on the side saw her move, he couldn''t help laughing softly.


    "In your business, if you can retrieve it with mother x, what do you need your psychic skills for?"


    “……”


    Xiang Xing blushed and couldn''t help taking back his mobile phone in a panic.


    His soft cheeks puffed up unconsciously, and he immediately glanced at him.


    This little devil seems to be always against her.


    Even Wu Chen couldn''t help but frown.


    After thinking about it, he simply pulled out his arm and hugged the little guy on the side.


    Then, turning around, he hugged her to his other side and settled down.


    He glanced at Jiang Yang coldly again, with a slight tone: "it''s working time. Be serious, or I''ll deduct your incense money."


    "... I was wrong, boss."


    Looking at the look in the eyes of his boss, the boy can only shrug his shoulders helplessly.


    He continued, "according to the information left by the puppet, in 729, Baihui Mentou singer Luo Qingya officially retired, spent a lot of money to buy a foreign building in the concession of Qinghe City, and declared to spend the rest of his life in peace."


    Then he paused and smiled again, "fino Hua Yuan was built on the former site of the concession."


    "In other words, the woman we saw is Luo Qingya?"


    After listening to Jiang Yang''s narration, Xiang Xing couldn''t help asking Wu Chen in a small voice.


    The man raised his eyebrows and nodded faintly: "maybe."


    "... did you see Luo Qingya?"


    Hearing their whispered conversation, Jiang Yang unexpectedly opened his black eyes quite unexpectedly.