What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

"Oh, here it is~"

Looking at Xiao Han in front of her, Lin Wan reflexively handed over the gift.

"Mom, this is a gift for you."

Xiao Han came to Ye Yun holding the wooden box in both hands.

Hearing that Xiao Han was about to give a gift, the hall suddenly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes focused on him.

"It would be great if you come back. Why did you bring a gift?"

Ye Yun said this, and the smile on her face betrayed her mood.

I'm so happy, it's rare that this bastard remembers to bring himself a gift when he comes back.

Looking at the box in front of her, her eyes lit up.

When you touch it with your hands, it feels warm and delicate, like golden nanmu ~

The materials used in the box alone are so exquisite. I wonder what is inside?

Everyone present was very knowledgeable, and they all came forward to see Xiao Han's gift.

"In the past three years, I have made you worry. Sister Qingluo and I chose this for you. Do you like it?"

With that said, Xiao Han opened the box.

Lin Qingluo, who was standing quietly aside, smiled when he heard Xiao Han mentioning himself.

The moment Xiao Han opened the box, everyone stretched their heads to take a look.

At this time, there happened to be a ray of sunlight shining in the hall, hitting the embroidery in Xiao Han's hands.

Everything is golden~

Ye Yun, who was closest, could see it most clearly. When she saw what was in the box, a flash of excitement flashed across her face.

It is her favorite knitting and embroidery.

"Put it on the case here and let everyone take a look~"

Father Xiao broke the silence and winked at Xiao Han.

"Yes, if you put it on the case, it looks like it will be quite large when rolled up."

With that said, everyone moved to the case.

Xiao Han carefully took the embroidery out of the box and slowly laid it on the case.

As the scroll scrolls, a bright picture of hundreds of flowers blooming appears in front of everyone's eyes.

"Hiss~ Isn't this the lost picture of a hundred flowers blooming? Why is it in your hands?"

Ye Yun suddenly raised her head and looked at Xiao Han in disbelief.

As a senior weaving and embroidery enthusiast, she is very familiar with the more famous works in history.

The picture in front of me is clearly the picture of flowers blooming that was lost in the palace records.

She never thought that one day she would see something like this recorded in history.

Ye Yun stretched out her hand and touched it gently, feeling the changes in the lines in her hands. There was a sense of the weight of history coming over her face.

Like it, she likes this gift Xiao Han brought so much.

Seeing everyone just marveling at its beauty, they didn’t really feel the value of the fabric.

Ye Yun cleared her throat and looked at them.

"Don't underestimate this thing. It is a famous thing recorded in history. More than 300 years ago, it happened to be the 80th birthday of the Queen Mother. This fabric was made by the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau and many embroidery masters. Birthday gift."

"It is said that the Queen Mother couldn't put it down after receiving it, and would take it out every day to look at it carefully. Later, this thing was lost inexplicably and never appeared again. I also recognized it after seeing it in relevant documents."

"The golden silk threads you see are not dyes, but are made of real gold threads. Every flower is just like the real thing. The craftsmanship is really amazing and it is a priceless treasure~ "

After speaking, Ye Yun sighed.

Looking at this piece of fabric, his eyes were complicated.

When the bystanders heard the origin of this picture of hundreds of flowers blooming, they couldn't help but step forward.

They also want to experience it up close.

I thought it was just a modern handicraft, but I didn't expect it to be so popular.

Next to him, Xiao Han looked at his mother in surprise.

I marveled at how well-informed she was.

Du Yue and the others only knew that this thing came from the palace, but did not know its true identity.

If its origins are exposed, the price may increase several times.

I was able to win it with a mere expenditure of tens of millions, which really made me a lot of money.

"Xiaohan, I like this gift very much~"

After saying that, Ye Yun stepped forward and hugged Xiao Han tightly.

Next to him, although Dad Xiao was smiling, no one noticed a trace of sourness in his eyes.

He also wants a gift~

As everyone gathered around to admire the picture of flowers blooming, Xiao Han turned to look at his cheap dad.

"Dad, this is your gift. I used to be young and energetic and always made you angry. I hope you don't mind."

With that said, Xiao Han took the last gift from Lin Wan and walked towards Dad Xiao.

Hearing that he had also brought a gift for himself, Dad Xiao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth with a hearty smile on his face.

This stupid boy finally did something serious.

Under the gaze of everyone, Dad Xiao deliberately puffed out his chest.

Look, this is a gift from his son.

Seeing Xiao Han holding a tube-shaped object, he could already guess that it contained calligraphy and painting.

It's rare that this kid still remembers his own preferences.

Father Xiao's eyes were slightly hot.

"Dad, this is a calligraphy piece I wrote myself. The content is a poem. Please take a look~"

Xiao Han opened the paper tube and carefully took out the rice paper inside.

At this time, everyone's attention had shifted following Xiao Han's movements.

Hearing that this was written by Xiao Han himself, he immediately lost interest.

I thought it was another rare treasure, but I didn't expect it was just a calligraphy written by himself.

Father Xiao opposite him didn't think so.

He has collected enough famous calligraphy and paintings, one more and one less will not have any impact.

But this one was written by my son himself, so the meaning is of course different.

"Let me see~"

Father Xiao had already stood beside Xiao Han in a few steps and carefully helped him unfold the rice paper.

As the paper unfolded, words began to appear.

Looking at the writing on it, the movements of Dad Xiao's hands froze.

He is knowledgeable, but he can tell at a glance that this word is not simple.

He couldn't wait to see what was to come.

Seeing Father Xiao's face turn serious, the onlookers were a little confused.

Because of the angle, they haven't seen the specific content yet.

Could it be that the writing was so bad that it made Lao Xiao unhappy?

All the relatives looked at each other and secretly guessed.

Here, Ye Yun no longer cared about admiring the fabric on the case, and walked towards this side a little worried.

"Okay, good words~"

But he heard Dad Xiao shouting, his face already flushed with excitement.

Ye Yun immediately rolled her eyes at him.

This old ghost was so frightened that he wanted to scare people to death.

He patted his chest gently and felt relieved.

As long as it's not a conflict, that's fine.

Hearing Dad Xiao's cheers, the onlookers were immediately surprised.

They were convinced of Father Xiao's vision in calligraphy and painting, and of course they couldn't be wrong about it.

Seeing that he admired it so much, everyone moved forward and stretched their heads to look at the words that had been spread out.

They saw dragons and phoenixes dancing on the paper, and for a moment they didn't even recognize what was written.

This font is quite nice.

I have to say that Xiao Han is quite capable.

The more Dad Xiao looked at it, the more he liked it, and the more he looked at it, the more he was surprised.

This was clearly a font he had never seen before.

But yet so mature.

Lifting up, he looked at Xiao Han.