After the empress dressed as a wealthy little white flower

Chapter 69 Lost for a Thousand Years

"It's really here? That's a good thing, please invite people in!" Xie Zhang didn't want to neglect the guests.

Xie Kangxue turned her head to wink at the two servants who followed closely behind her, and the servants immediately went to the lounge to invite someone.

Until he saw Ji Fan Gang really coming, Mr. Xie was overjoyed: "Oh, Mr. Ji, he really came from a long way, rare visitor!"

"Haha, Mr. Xie's birthday is healthy!" Mr. Ji was also indifferent.

"My old man just celebrates his birthday. Today, I have been honored by you all. I am really ashamed that I didn't take good care of him..."

"Where is the old Xie, he is already very thoughtful!"

The two old men talked with each other, and they couldn't finish talking when they met.

Xie Kangxue logically followed Mr. Ji, as if inadvertently leading them to the calligraphy and painting that she and Mo Kehan ​​bought on the wall: "I heard that the old man also loves these historical sites, and my grandfather's hobby is really similar. The coincidence is exceptional, and the fate of the two elders is too deep. Everything in the exhibition hall today is my grandfather’s lifelong love, and all the calligraphy and paintings are authentic, and there is no fake hand that has been copied by others.”

"Indeed, they are all good things, alas... this is the painting of wild geese famous by Nalan geniuses in the Ming and Qing Dynasties? I heard that the folk imitations were plundered and taken abroad, but the original ones are kept in China. It can be regarded as seeing the real thing!"

Mr. Ji is indeed obsessed with antique calligraphy and painting. After chatting with the old man for a few words, he couldn't help looking at the calligraphy and painting displayed around him.

"Haha, what Mr. Ji has collected in his home is even an extinct epic. These are just small hobbies of mine, not worth mentioning." Xie Zhang waved his hand very modestly.

At this time, Xie Kangxue glanced at the relatively new ink spot in the painting above, and then glanced at the servant behind him. The servant immediately understood, and suddenly walked quickly to block the painting.

Xie Zhang was chatting happily with Mr. Ji, when he suddenly saw an ignorant servant blocking his view, he frowned displeasedly: "What are you doing?"

The servant said in a panic, "I, I think the painting is hanging crookedly, and I want to straighten it up."

"Where is it crooked? Isn't this hanging well?"

"But, maybe I read it wrong!" The servant stood back while talking, deliberately blocking the painting tightly.

Seeing that the servant was obviously covering up something, Mr. Xie looked suspiciously at the painting again, and after looking carefully, he turned his head and said, "Mr. Ji, what's wrong with this painting? "

Xie Qingsu watched this scene indifferently all the time, and when Mr. Ji was led to watch carefully under the painting, the corners of his mouth curled up in a mocking arc almost imperceptibly coldly.

Although Zuo Yushi also watched the paintings together, the business friends who occasionally came over by his side nodded and greeted him from time to time, and he occasionally nodded lightly, but his eyes did not fall on the paintings too carefully.

The scene in front of him was too deliberate. He had just glanced over and glanced at the calligraphy and painting when he suddenly heard Xie Qingsu sneer.

Xie Qingsu was still standing there, her lips pursed lightly without making any sound, and those who walked by her might not be able to notice the sneer in her eyes.

Zuo Yushi shifted his eyes to the calligraphy and painting again, and glanced at the re-outlined ink blot that was not obvious above his eyes.

Mr. Ji was also looking at the calligraphy and painting in doubt, and said, "This... I dare not judge lightly. Since it is a treasure collected by Mr. Xie, it must have passed through multiple screenings, and there will be no problems."

"This painting was just delivered today, and it's one of the congratulatory gifts that Ke Han and I prepared for Grandpa." Xie Kangxue smiled eagerly, and then looked up: "The painting has been kept in Xie's house since I bought it. I don’t know why it seems to have moved in two days, but there shouldn’t be a problem, right? Who knows what’s going on with this servant…”

The servant at the side started to avoid people with obvious dodging eyes, and glanced at the painting from time to time, deliberately making people have to pay attention to whether there is something wrong with the painting.

Mr. Ji suddenly reached out and caressed the lower edge of the calligraphy and painting: "Since everyone has doubts, then... Mr. Xie, I wonder if I can take this one down, so I can take a closer look?"

Mr. Xie is a collector, but he is not a professional after all, so he didn't see anything. Seeing that Mr. Ji was so serious, he was even more puzzled, and motioned to the bodyguards and servants behind him to come forward and carefully take down the painting and hand it to Ji Fangang. .

Mr. Ji put the painting carefully on the table of the antique booth below, stroked the scroll of calligraphy and painting and the yellowed ancient paper, looked carefully from top to bottom for a long time, and suddenly took out a very old-fashioned old handkerchief , rubbed and wiped on his fingers, making sure that his fingers were free of any dirt and grease, then stretched out his hand and stroked a certain ink stain on it twice.

Xie Kangxue widened her eyes and asked curiously, "What's wrong here?"

After stroking the ink twice, Mr. Ji suddenly picked up the calligraphy and painting and smelled it in front of his nose, hesitantly said: "The overall appearance is indeed normal, but the smell of this ink is not right, it is too new. "

When Xie Zhang heard this, he suddenly looked seriously at the servant who had deliberately blocked the painting, and asked sharply, "What's going on?!"

Aunt Lin came to look for Xie Qingsu from the banquet hall next door, and suddenly saw the scene over there and the servant who deliberately brought out the problem of the painting, her legs softened at that moment, she walked behind Xie Qingsu with a pale face and whispered: "Miss... "

Xie Qingsu didn't turn her eyes, raised her hand and pressed Aunt Lin's cold arm, signaling her not to talk too much.

Aunt Lin's eyes were full of worry, she didn't expect the painting to be taken down all of a sudden when it was hanging well, and the old man noticed it!
How can it be so coincidental?

Aunt Lin wanted to admit that she couldn't do it. If there was something wrong with the painting, at worst she would pay for it with her old life.

But in a blink of an eye, Xie Qingsu always seemed to be watching other people's disputes, with incomprehensible cold mist and sarcasm in his clear eyes, and his hands were still firmly on hers, not letting her pass.

The servant over there was already standing in front of Xie Zhang with a shivering expression on his face. He was about to tell the story of seeing Mrs. Lin dirtying the painting that day, and seeing the eldest lady taking the painting away and repairing it somehow. Ji Fan Gang suddenly shook his head at this moment, as if denying what he said just now, and gently put the painting back on the table.

"wrong."

"What is Mr. Ji saying wrong?" Xie Kangxue followed him closely all the time, and asked, "This is a famous product of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. There is only one calligraphy and painting that has been around for so long in the world. It is rare and rare. It’s valuable enough to enter the National Treasure Exhibition Hall... Can’t it be a real problem?”

"No, there is no problem with this calligraphy and painting. I am wrong." Mr. Ji stared at the ink stain that he had just stroked, and sighed: "This is indeed a masterpiece that has been handed down for thousands of years from the Wei and Jin Dynasties. The reason why it can still be preserved It is so complete because it was handed down from the royal family of that period. We modern people may not be able to recognize this special style of writing. This is a kind that only the royal family of the Central Plains would have in the Wei and Jin Dynasties or even earlier. The technique of dotting ink has been lost for thousands of years!"

(End of this chapter)