The main wife's quarters were indeed much larger and more luxurious than the concubines' quarters; there was even a glass screen on the kang bed.
When he went in, the room was already occupied by the two veteran players. One was in the bedroom, and the other was in the living room, both looking serious as they searched for something. Neither of them paid any attention to the newcomer, Ren Yifei.
All the lights in the room were on, a dozen candles and oil lamps, making it as bright as day, only the light source was a bit yellow.
The two veteran players searched for items very quickly, and Ren Yifei could tell from their efficient movements that they were racing against time.
"Dyed jade, no." The scarred woman held up a green bracelet, her eyes like those of a wolf in the night. But the next second, those eyes dimmed, and she slammed the bracelet on the table angrily, cursing under her breath, before continuing her search.
It seems that making a mistake once won't kill you, but it certainly comes at a price. Ren Yifei thought to himself as he walked over and picked up the bracelet that had been smashed into three pieces.
The green round bangle, just as the scarred woman said, is a dyed bangle with poor texture and water content; the inside is a light green base with a dyed emerald green outer layer.
Moreover, it is not the modern acid immersion and glue injection process, but the old dyeing technique.
Dyed jadeite...
He slapped his forehead and remembered.
During the late Qing Dynasty, Empress Dowager Cixi loved green jadeite the most, and during that period, Myanmar sent a lot of green jadeite bracelets and ornaments as tribute.
At that time, jadeite was not considered a particularly precious gemstone, and there were no later considerations such as texture, clarity, and color. Since Empress Dowager Cixi liked green, she promoted green jadeite.
As a result, there were many dyed green bracelets and green jewelry at that time.
Now we know the time period clearly; this is the late Qing Dynasty.
The scarred woman glanced at Ren Yifei strangely, then looked down again to look for any mistakes.
She had already searched the wardrobe and various boxes, all of which were open, with clothes and jewelry piled haphazardly on the floor.
Ren Yifei glanced over and spotted the official's ceremonial robes and imperial decree robes in one of the boxes.
The official's ceremonial robes were placed to one side, adorned with a rhinoceros rank badge (the emblem worn by Qing Dynasty officials), along with an official hat and peacock feather. The official hat was made of gold with raised engraving, and the peacock feather was a five-eyed peacock feather (peacock tail feathers).
A very typical eighth-rank military officer's uniform.
Next to the official's formal attire were the official robes for a woman entitled to a title. Judging from their arrangement, they must have belonged to a husband and wife, with the husband having obtained the title for his wife.
The formal attire of Qing Dynasty noblewomen was still mainly based on the traditional Han Chinese style of jacket and skirt, phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, except that there was a patch on the back.
Generally, a wife's insignia followed that of her husband or son, but in the Qing Dynasty, the insignia of noblewomen, regardless of whether they were civil or military officials, all had to use bird motifs. However, this particular insignia features a rhinoceros.
The rhinoceros rank badge on Qing dynasty officials' robes was for military officials of the seventh or eighth rank, while the corresponding badge for civil officials was for egrets or quails.
Ren Yifei walked over and picked up the noblewoman's dress.
"The rank badges on the ceremonial robes of noblewomen in the Qing Dynasty should have bird patterns." As soon as he finished speaking, the rhinoceros badge immediately changed into a heron badge.
"Huh?" Why is it a heron? Herons are seventh-rank birds.
The title of a noblewoman follows that of her husband and rarely surpasses it. Ren Yifei felt something was amiss when he looked at the official hats and plumes.
"Should it be a plain gold top ornament?"
Sure enough, the gold-decorated hat ornament with raised relief became a plain gold hat ornament, and another mistake was found.
The scarred woman noticed, and a flicker of regret crossed her eyes. But she quickly suppressed that emotion.
Each mini-game has a different focus. This spot-the-difference game tests a person's knowledge and eyesight.
Whoever is capable should take the lead.
Success! All three errors have been found, and there's one more. My life is safe.
Ren Yifei checked the time on his phone; fifteen minutes had passed, and there were still fifteen minutes left.
The information we have now is: the residence of a seventh-rank military officer during or after the reign of Empress Dowager Cixi in the late Qing Dynasty, around the time of the Dragon Boat Festival. Now all that's missing is a precise location to complete this coordinate system.
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Once the coordinate axes are available, it's quick to find errors and omissions.
These were all experiences he had secretly learned on set. In fact, many production teams hire historical consultants to check for errors and omissions, but sometimes, due to market demands, they can only turn a blind eye to some obvious mistakes.
At times like these, the professors invited as consultants would be so angry they'd faint. Ren Yifei, being quiet enough, would occasionally become someone to confide in, and that's how he learned these lessons.
He spent the rest of the time searching in the main house, but his knowledge of this era mostly came from the film set and he had not studied it systematically, so he did not find more after searching for a long time.
However, the two veteran players in the same room found one or two more problems in just a few minutes.
Of course, each of them failed once.
With only three minutes left, Ren Yifei decided to go out into the courtyard and point out a point that had been on his mind.
Since making a mistake won't kill you, why not give it a try?
If it's right, great; if it's wrong, at least you've gained experience.
He walked past the clothes and stationery casually scattered on the ground, and suddenly he saw a pen holder on the ground.
It was a white porcelain pen holder, with a snow-white and smooth body, painted with pink peach blossom branches. The peach blossoms were soft and elegant in color, and looked even more beautiful against the backdrop of a few green leaves.
He bent down and picked up the pen holder: "There weren't any Mao-style porcelains in this era, were there?"
A flash of light appeared on the white porcelain pen holder in the shape of peach blossoms and water droplets in my hand. The white porcelain turned into celadon, and the delicate peach blossoms on it turned into two green fish.
"Phew..." He recognized this kind of cup from a period drama.
Even when Ren Yifei wasn't filming, he would stay on set. As long as he listened and watched carefully, he could always learn a lot.
Mao porcelain refers to porcelain specially designed for Chairman Mao during a special period, representing the artistic aesthetics and ceramic level of that era. One of the most typical styles is "peach blossom with water droplets".
For this detail, the production crew even bought several replicas of modern porcelain to use as everyday items for the characters in the show. Out of curiosity, he looked it up and later saw the authentic peach blossom cup with water droplets in a museum, so he had some recollection of it.
In that short time, the scarred woman found another mistake. She was holding a short knife, and after the error was corrected, the pattern on the handle of the knife changed slightly.
In any case, Ren Yifei didn't understand the differences; it was a blind spot in his knowledge.
There is one minute left until the end.
He hurriedly walked out of the main room. The wailing middle-aged man was no longer able to speak. He was hugging his legs, his face covered with tears of struggle, but he had already fainted.
The others were still searching for things in the side rooms on both sides.
Ren Yifei walked a few steps to the well: "On the Dragon Boat Festival, we will not draw water."
It was a custom in Beijing during the Qing Dynasty not to draw water on the Dragon Boat Festival. However, he couldn't be sure that this was Beijing, nor could he be sure that today was the Dragon Boat Festival.
This is a gamble.
He pursed his lips tightly, feeling uncertain.
His phone vibrated for three seconds. He took it out and found that his score had changed to 6. In addition, the game had entered a 30-second countdown.
"Shoes! The shoes are wrong!" A shout came from the left-hand room, followed by a burst of ecstatic laughter, "Three! I have three!"
5, 4, 3...
The numbers on the phone changed every second, like a gun pointed at someone's forehead, ready to be pulled at the appointed time. Ren Yifei could completely understand that person's ecstasy.
2, 1, 0!
In the blink of an eye, he was back in the same carriage, and he was still holding up his arm, looking at the watch on his wrist, where the second hand had just moved one notch.
10:01.
One second? It was actually one second? Ren Yifei suddenly looked up and saw the two relaxed veteran players, as well as the laughing woman in her pajamas.
Everyone else—middle-aged office workers, young men, and dark-skinned lads—kept their heads down, motionless, their normally normal skin taking on a deathly bluish-gray hue.
Ren Yifei swallowed, feeling a dryness in his throat.
"Sure enough, you survived." The round-faced man looked at him. "Sometimes not a single one of the new recruits in a whole busload survives, but seeing how quickly you managed to compose yourself and calm down when you first woke up, I thought you might be able to survive."
"What will happen to them?" Ren Yifei asked, pointing at the losers.
"They can die suddenly for various reasons."
This infinite flow is simpler and more concise than the desolate corner. One is like being slowly cut with a dull knife; though painful, at least you're alive. The other is like having your throat slit with a sharp knife; the pain is quick, but death is eternal.
The round-faced man extended his hand: "My name is Hu Jie, you can call me Lao Hu. Do you want to exchange numbers?"
"Okay," Ren Yifei said.
After the game, the round-faced man, Lao Hu, seemed much more lively.
"In the real world, I'm a journalist," he said, taking out a cigarette, lighting it, and taking a deep drag. "I used to hate this job, but I never imagined that it would be this experience that would keep me alive."
Ren Yifei understood what he meant. As a journalist, he needed to be exposed to a lot of things, so he had a slightly larger knowledge base than the average person, which allowed him to survive.
"But you, do you know anything about antiques?" Old Hu noticed that the items he successfully identified were either Qing Dynasty official robes or peach blossom cups with water droplets, and judging from his wealthy and noble appearance, he made this guess.
Ren Yifei smiled and shook his head: "I haven't done much research, but I happen to know. How long have you been playing this game, Brother Hu?"
"It's been a month." Old Hu exhaled a puff of smoke, looking weary. "But I don't know as much as you guys do. Anyway, go back and study the game rules on your phone. You can play some of those little games when you have time."
He had barely finished speaking when the train braked suddenly. Ren Yifei felt as if he were being lifted into the air, and the carriage in front of him twisted into a vortex, sucking him in.
"manager?"
Ren Yifei opened his eyes and found himself sitting comfortably in the back seat of a car. There was a faint fragrance in the air, and the car was moving very smoothly. A white-collar worker next to him was watching him nervously, her eyes sparkling with desire.
"What's wrong?" Ren Yifei remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was on high alert. These people knew the original owner of the body; this was just the beginning of the real drama.
"Manager, I've arrived at my home," the urban white-collar worker said softly, with a hint of shyness and unease about being in the same room as her 'male god'.
"Um."
The car stopped at the next intersection, and the urban white-collar worker in the back seat got out and said goodbye to him.
Even after the car had driven quite a distance, Ren Yifei could still see the other person standing there looking in this direction when they turned the corner. It seemed that the original owner possessed qualities that could attract people, but he didn't know if it was money, looks, or ability.
"Boss, are we going back now?" the driver in front asked him.
"Let's go back." Ren Yifei pinched the bridge of his nose, looking tired. "Wake me up when we get there."
"Yes." The driver in front noticed his tired appearance and reached out to press the button to raise the barrier.
The back seat became very quiet, and Ren Yifei pulled out his identity card:
One of the players is a murderer. Find him, or survive seven days.
[Role Mission: Become someone who cannot be forgotten.]
[Identity: Player.]
[Character: Player.]
[Keywords: Mini-games]
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Author's Note: Afei: On the bri
ght side, I did one job but got paid twice.