White agarwood is rare enough, not to mention two hundred years old. It's a treasure in the world.

It's estimated that a piece of aloes as big as a palm will cost tens of millions, and money may not be able to buy it.

This kind of thing should be very rare. It's not too much to say that there is only one in the world.

Ma pangzi just gave him such a piece in the morning, but Lu Fan also had one?

Into the room, although it is rural, but the decoration of the house is very modern, very luxurious.

Mrs. Yang took them to a tea room. In addition to a huge tea sea, there was also a sandalwood table, which was specially used for holding all kinds of censers.

The incense burner of Aquilaria has its own characteristics, because the white smoke from the burning of Aquilaria is denser than the air. If you go down, you can create a lot of landscapes.

Some are like small bridges, some like waterfalls, mountains, all kinds of shapes.

Of course, a good censer naturally needs to be matched with a little bit of aloes.

Mrs. Yang washed her hands carefully, closed the windows and doors, and then used a special knife to scrape off the white agaric incense Lu Fan sent.

I smell it. It smells good.

Put it in the censer and light it carefully.

Then, white smoke came out of the censer and sank down according to the design route of the censer, forming a beautiful waterfall landscape.

Mrs. Yang was very satisfied and thought she was very beautiful. She said in a low voice.

"The two hundred years of Baiqi Chenxiang is really different, but the fragrance is different from what I imagined."

Although Mrs. Yang has been playing aloes for many years, it's the first time that she has seen such a valuable one, and it's hard to buy it.

Qin Jun smelled it, but he frowned. He reached out and rubbed a little powder on the agaric incense. He put it on his nose and smelled it.

Lu Fan's face suddenly changed, "what are you doing! Don't move. Can you afford it? "

Mrs. Yang also frowned and was a little unhappy. After all, this is two hundred years of white chess Chenxiang. I'm afraid Qin Jun's rubbing will cost a lot of money.

Of course, it's not about money. It's precious. She can't bear to use it, and she can't bear to waste it.

However, she thought that Qin Jun was su Wenqi's assistant and gave her face. She didn't say anything, but her face was already very unhappy.

Qin Jun put it on his nose, smelled it, frowned, shook his head and said.

"It's fake."

Lu Fan's face suddenly changed as his voice fell.

"What are you talking about? You know nothing!"

Mrs. Yang also frowned, "do you think it's fake? Do you know Chenxiang? "

Qin Jun said, "a little bit."

"Well, tell me why it's fake."

Mrs. Yang's tone is not good, and the boy is too self righteous. She has been playing with aloes for so many years, and she dare not make any comments. As a young man, does he know so much about aloes?

Su Wenqi's face also slightly changed. She gently tugged Qin Jun and motioned him to stop talking.

Talking about the knowledge of Chenxiang in front of Mr. Yang Bing, isn't it a teacher's trick?