Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 845

"Isn't that a palace?"

Several younger archaeologists were dumbfounded.

The regime of the Southern Song Dynasty built two temporary palaces in Jiankang and Lin'an respectively, named Fufu Palace. How did it become a piano?
Mo Ran glanced at the speaker, shook her head, with a stern expression: "I don't know how to learn! I can't remember this, so how can I show it to others?"

While speaking, he pointed to the two photos on Qin's side.

"Paulownia qin, antlers and gray body, there are cow hair patterns in the broken pattern of the snake belly, the dragon pond is round, and the phoenix pond is long and round. There are 'Yu Ting Qingyun', 'Fufu Hall' and nine stacks of seals 'Treasure of Imperial Book', This is Song Taizu's famous qin, the earliest Fuxi-style official qin in the Song Dynasty...it's still a complete product, unrepaired and undamaged, a good qin!"

Once taught, all the experts, whether they know it or not, stand up straight with their hands down, more serious than elementary school students raising the flag.

"It's almost there, Mr. Mo. It's just a piano, it's not a big deal."

Everyone covered their chests when they heard the words.

"Master Ning, this is Song Qin! The number one Qin in the Song Dynasty!"

"This is a big deal, is there anything better?"

"There are four Tang Qins in the Palace Museum, but it's a pity that all of them have been restored, and there are no complete pieces, right?"

"Jiuxiao Huanpei! The Liqin used by Emperor Suzong of Tang Dynasty, if it hadn't been repaired later, it is well-deserved as the number one piano in Xia Kingdom."

The experts debated.

Ning Fan looked at Mo Ran: "Is the Palace Museum going to die?"

"Do you think Guqin is Chinese cabbage? Is it even better?" Mo Ran felt a little pain in his heart: "Tangqin is already very good, even if it has a history, you..."

"Above, there is Chunlei." Ning Fan said lightly.

"The one that Jin Zhangzong buried with his arms?"

"Yes, Song Huizong's Wanqin Hall was the top three. Later, when the Jin soldiers went south, Chunlei became a national treasure of the Jin Dynasty, and was regarded as the number one Qin in the imperial palace by Jin Zhangzong. After his death, he was buried in the mausoleum."

"Hurry up! There are still things behind!" Mo Ran took the lead in urging.

The experts didn't care about the things here, and got up one after another.

Further up, the Tang Dynasty Pavilion.

"There can't be things for the emperor's use in here, right?"

"Indeed, the well-documented works of the Tang Dynasty are basically in various museums."

"I also think that Fang Chunleiqin may be the only one here."

The experts whispered to each other, but Ning Fan just smiled lightly and said nothing, letting them see for themselves.

Entering the exhibition hall, the experts were all stunned and began to swallow their saliva.

"Is this Tang Dao?"

"Eastern Country, Star-Spangled Country, Country on which the Sun Never Sets...Tang Dao! That's right! These are the handles!"

"I saw it back then!"

The experts looked at Tang Dao and wept with joy, Ning Fan shook his head: "These are imitations."

Seeing that the faces of the experts changed drastically, they smiled: "It is really repaired and maintained down there. There are problems with the scabbards of a few knives."

The experts were relieved, and then concerned about the sharpness.

"Cut iron like mud!"

Everyone nodded and suddenly realized something.

"Master Ning, you actually used a Tang knife to cut wire? Aren't you afraid of damaging cultural relics!"

All the old experts were so angry that they blew their beards and stared, their eyes were red.

"When we saw this thing, we only dared to scratch paper to test it!"

"Not cutting wire."

Ning Fan denied it, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's fine if you don't..."

Before finishing speaking, Ning Fan said the following words.

"It's not cutting wire, it's chopping an iron rod. The iron rod is split into two pieces with one stroke. There is no problem with the blade."

"Straight!"

"How dare you!"

"Bold!"

……

"To shut up!"

Mo Ran couldn't stand it anymore and stopped their discussion.

"Ning Xiaoyou definitely didn't test it casually. After analyzing the hardness and strength, it is understandable to test the difference between theory and reality."

Ning Fan looked at him, and silently sighed that it was the dean after all, he had never thought about it that way, and suddenly rationalized it.

"I'll give it a try later."

"what?"

Ning Fan was dumbfounded, he didn't expect Mo Ran to have such a request, so he paused: "Let's see later."

Bypassing Tang Dao, the layout inside attracted everyone's attention.

The entire wall is lined with bamboo slips and paper books, as well as framed religious paintings.

"These seem to be scriptures?"

"Yes, all the Dunhuang suicide notes are here, brought back from the Museum on which the Sun Never Sets." Ning Fan said calmly.

"Good! Good!"

The experts applauded repeatedly, their bodies trembled, and they stared at the paintings and calligraphy on the wall, with broken stars in their eyes, reflecting the brilliance of the wall.

"It's been a hundred years, and I'm finally home! It's great!"

"Is there any more? These are not enough!"

"Don't worry, Master Ning is here, sooner or later you will get them all back."

Ning Fan was stunned for a moment, and pointed to the ground: "I brought them all back, and they are going to be repaired below. The space here is too small to fit everything."

Everything in the museum was completely silent, and everyone was speechless, thinking about Ning Fan's words.

Within a few seconds, the hall began to laugh and laugh wildly.

"Okay! Master Ning! Really good!"

"A museum that can't fit, this is the best news I've ever heard in my life!"

"Master Ning, I will spend the rest of my life here studying Dunhuang's suicide note!"

"You have a good idea, I already applied for it!"

"I even brought my luggage here this time, so I'll go up and find a seat later."

"You guys are enough!" Mo Ran couldn't stand this face-to-face job-hopping behavior, and interrupted them with a light cough: "Everyone doesn't care about the affairs in the courtyard, right? Who else wants to come? Report to me now!"

No one dared to speak.

Ning Fan watched the fun from the sidelines, so he didn't think it was a big deal, so he continued to add food.

"The Dunhuang documents are nothing, there are other things behind, the manuscript of Li Bai, the Jingyun bell, the gold slips for exorcising crimes, the true copy of "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion", the dressing mirror of Concubine Yang..."

"Old Mo, I'm signing up!"

"Me, I'll sign up too!"

"I applied to come here to restore cultural relics for ten years!"

Someone took the lead, and others followed suit.

Turning his head, seeing Mo Ran's unfriendly expression, he suddenly regretted it.

"Is it too late to change your mouth now?"

"It's useless." Mo Ran's eyes were cold: "I have memorized the names of those who applied just now. Tomorrow, roll over to work for me!"

There was a moment of silence, and all the old and young children in the hall jumped up happily.

"Old Mo, it's a deal!"

"Dean Mo, can I go back and move things now?"

"Old Mo, don't go back on your word!"

Mo Ran ignored them, and stared at the person who asked for leave to move things: "In such a hurry? Didn't even read anything?"

"There will be plenty of time in the future, hehe! Just wait and envy!"

The expert ran away after speaking, for fear that Mo Ran would call him back again.

Others also watched helplessly.

Mo Ran waved her hand: "Go all, hurry back and get your things, let me see you in the courtyard tomorrow, and retire for me!"

Now all the people who signed up went back to pack their things, and the others dispersed to rest.

Mo Ran and Ning Fan got together.

"How is it? Are you satisfied? This time I have sent you a group of experts, and the fee is still paid by the state."

"Okay."

"It's all right? What do you want?"

Ning Fan looked at Mo Ran: "They are both thousand-year-old foxes. Why are you playing chat with me? If you hadn't talked to me in advance, who would dare to sign up like this and pack up now? You are afraid that I will go back on my word."

"Why didn't you say it just now?" Mo Ran asked curiously.

"I can't save face for you, and I have to count on you to take care of the funds in this museum." Ning Fan pointed.

"I knew you boy had no good intentions, don't worry, you will have money."

"That's fine, I, the First Museum, need money!"

Ning Fan asked for money, so he simply got up and went to chat with Ban Liangjin.

"Little bastard, you really have no conscience!"

Mo Ran cursed behind her again, but she was also smiling, looking at the cultural relics of the prosperous Tang Dynasty in front of her.

"Don't say it, it's really pretty! It's different from the ones in the courtyard!"

With his hands behind his back, the old farmer looked at these cultural relics like the juicy vegetables in his vegetable garden.

The eye sockets were clear, without tear marks, only slightly moist.

No one stepped forward to disturb, Mo Ran just kept watching, until the experts with luggage came back, Ning Fan stepped forward to call him.

"Old Mo, it's the next floor."

"Okay! Let's go!"

Mo Ran blinked, took a deep breath, and continued to climb the stairs.

three hours later.

Everyone finally stopped in front of the Han Dynasty Pavilion, with a sentence on the left and right.

On the left, whoever commits a strong man will be punished even if he is far away!

On the right, where the sun and the moon shine, and where the rivers and rivers go, are all Han soil!

I usually see these two sentences on the Internet, but now, standing in the Xia Kingdom First Museum and seeing these two sentences, everyone has a different feeling.

"A little excited." The speaker clenched his fists.

"I want to cry." He pulled out a tissue.

"Master Ning will definitely remain in the history books in the future!"

"Leave a name! I'll make an agreement with the people in the history department when I go back, and I must write it in the history books in the future!"

Ning Fan listened and heaved a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that these experts would erect a statue for himself directly at the Sage Forest.

At that time, when the incense is offered every year, the pictures are too beautiful to dare to look at.

Taking a deep breath, I began to introduce the cultural relics of the Han Dynasty.

Enter the door and attack head-on.

The centerpiece of the entire museum is a one-to-one bronze sculpture and pottery figurines.

The leading car, the rear car, the accompanying knights and guards are all available.

Behind the bronze chariot are eight horizontal and eight vertical, a total of 64 singing and dancing pottery figurines, and on the side are chime bells and other Han Dynasty musical instruments.

The experts watched their eyelids twitch and their hands trembled.

"The emperor drives six, and eight dances in the court?"

"What kind of guard of honor is this? It's not right!"

"No, this is not a single ceremonial guard, it is a combination of several scenes!"

Someone sees the key.

"This is a legacy! Emperor Han Wen's succession to the throne and Zhou Yafu's pacification of the Seven Kingdoms Rebellion are all passed down by six vehicles, but this one is passed down by seven vehicles. It is the highest standard of honor guards recorded in history books."

"Is this a problem? Who doesn't know about Haihunhou, the problem is that it's all true."

The expert blew his beard and stared, but he didn't dare to step over the protective belt, looking at Ning Fan pitifully.

"It's okay to go in and have a look, don't break it."

"Absolutely impossible!"

When the experts heard the release, they stepped in excitedly and looked at these cultural relics carefully, with amazement in their eyes.

Ning Fan also looked over seriously.

He got these things back from the Stars and Stripes and Europe, but he really hasn't really appreciated them himself.

Looking at it now, I feel differently.

It's really different.

He saw that there was something hidden in these statues. Among the terracotta figurines behind, there were two that were not right.

At that time, he probably didn't pay attention to the unified packing and delivery.

Now that I see it, I naturally have to see it clearly.

At the moment, two experts are surrounding the two figurines to inspect them.

"Looking at this figurine, it's not easy, it's lifelike."

"I have a musical instrument in my hand, but it feels like it was glued on at the back. Does it feel like it was repaired?"

"It's true!" One person held a magnifying glass, his eyes lit up: "The color really doesn't match, there are faults and repair marks."

"Let me see……"

"Crack!"

Beside the approaching body, a clay arm suddenly broke and fell to the ground.

The loud noise attracted everyone's attention.

At a glance, his expression changed.

"It's over!"

The two experts who studied the application were frozen in place, with layers of cold sweat pouring out of their bodies.

He looked down, closed his eyes, completely lost his mind.

The arm of the terracotta figurine exploded and shattered into hundreds of pieces, and there was no way to restore it.

"Maybe, Master Ning has a way to restore it. At that time, he could even restore the terracotta warriors!" One comforted.

The person next to him shook his head: "It's useless."

While talking, he took a deep breath, half-kneeled on the ground, and picked up the fragments.

"After such a big mess, I will quit the archaeological field in the future. It's a pity that this first museum thing."

Ning Fan came over, just heard these words, and smiled slightly: "You did a good job, you found what's inside."

The others came at a slower speed, they didn't hear what they said before, they only heard what Ning Fan said, and frowned.

"Master Ning, do you mean that there is something inside this pottery figurine?"

Ning Fan nodded, did not answer, and only let the two people who were lying on the ground speak.

"I... can we... can we talk?"

The two swallowed with trembling hands.

"Go ahead."

Ning Fan patted the figurines to encourage them.

They followed Ning Fan's gestures and looked over, their eyes flashed brightly.

"We just saw that these two figurines are different from other figurines. Their gestures are not so natural. We suspect that they were repaired later, but it turned out that the arms of the figurines were not right."

Mo Ran approached, looked at the broken arm, and nodded.

"You have a good eye. This is indeed pasted on the back, and judging from the current fracture, it should be too clean when it was cleaned before."

Everyone was stunned and asked what this meant.

"It's too clean, so the glue fell off, and now it's broken when you touch it." Ning Fan took the words, and shook the flashlight a few times at the fracture, revealing a white luster.

"porcelain?"

"It's a figurine made of suet jade."

Ning Fan touched the jade and spoke slowly.

"The ancients used jade as a sacrificial vessel, and the flawless white biscuit was the most important."

"In ancient times, only emperors and princes and nobles were eligible to wear high-quality sheep fat jade. This size is a terracotta figurine that can only appear in imperial tombs."

"Then, how can it be taken out?"

Everyone fell into hesitation.

"The pottery figurines of the Han Dynasty are precious cultural relics. If you want to take out the jade figurines inside without damaging the outside, what should you do?"

"It's hard, it's impossible to do that."

"That's fine."

Seeing their sad faces, Ning Fan stepped forward and patted the figurines a few times.

The entire terracotta figurine collapsed from the bottom of the feet, forming several gaps to the top of the head.

In the next second, it exploded completely, revealing a figurine like a ghost drawing inside.

"This...what's the matter?"

"Master Ning, is this the funeral figurine?"

(End of this chapter)