After the empress dressed as a wealthy little white flower

Chapter 70

"This kind of ink dotting technique is to wipe the ink after it is blotted first, then repeatedly rub the end of the hair on other tissue paper, then re-dip the toner, and then dip it in water. At this time, the pen that falls looks thin Two strokes, extremely sharp and extremely long, but the two sides can be drawn out with natural shadows. This method is called "shadow smoke" in the archaeological documents of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Even if there are archaeological documents for reference, we professional Researchers don't know exactly how much toner and water should be applied to make the painting so natural, even if it is copied by computer, it can't reproduce this effect, this is a thousand-year-old authentic work, and there is no fake!"

Ji Fangang said while shaking his head with self-blame: "Facing the disappearance of the royal family for a thousand years, I questioned it so unprofessionally just now. It is my fault and I am ashamed of my ancestors."

Xie Kangxue was stunned, and looked suspiciously at the place where the painting was obviously new ink, and then suddenly gave a questioning look to the servant next to her.

Are you sure this painting was really tampered with by Xie Qingsu?

The servant was dumbfounded when he heard this, and looked at Xie Kangxue blankly with innocent eyes.

What she said was the truth, the eldest lady really used it for manipulation at the time, otherwise how could she recover inexplicably?
After listening to Mr. Ji's words, Mo Kehan ​​glanced in Xie Qingsu's direction, and his eyes flicked across her face that had never wavered.

"Then why did you say that the ink is very new?" Xie Kangxue asked unwillingly.

"Probably because the location where the calligraphy and painting were stored recently was too damp, and the moisture made the ink stains thicker and darker, and it felt as if it had just dried." Ji Fangang said while nodding to Xie Zhang with a smile in the blink of an eye: " This is a good thing, much older than Tang Yin's or Bada Shanren's!"

Xie Kangxue stood aside, pursed her lips and stopped talking, so as not to show herself too deliberately and make too many mistakes.

On the contrary, the servant asked in a low voice unwillingly just now: "Mr. Ji, are you sure there is no flaw in this painting? It's clearly there..."

"What is it? If you don't understand the rules, what occasion is it your turn to talk nonsense?" Xie Zhang and Zhou An looked at the servant coldly: "Do you want to make fun of me?"

"No, it's not...but that's obviously..." The servant's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he didn't dare to say anything because of Xie Kangxue's secret glances.

But because of the servant's inexplicable words just now, the atmosphere in the venue was a little stagnant for a while, Mr. Xie's mood was affected, and his face was not very good.

Zuo Yushi, who had never said a word, suddenly chuckled and said, "It has been extinct for a thousand years. It is indeed a good thing that cannot be copied in the world. To get this treasure, Mr. Xie is really lucky."

Xie Zhang sighed with a smile: "It's a little farce, which made Mr. Zuo laugh."

Aunt Lin had been stunned by Xie Qingsu's side for a long time, almost thinking that she was dreaming, she didn't even notice when Xie Qingsu let go of her hand or walked away.

"Mr. Ji's eyes are as sharp as a torch, and he can recognize the brushwork in such an unpopular calligraphy and painting. No wonder Grandpa has been thinking about having the opportunity to meet you again. He is really a rare master!" Xie Qingsu had already walked over, passing by He gave Xie Zhang and Mr. Ji a lot of praise.

"This is...?" Ji Fangang turned around with a smile, his eyes fell on Xie Qingsu's face, he was suddenly stunned, obviously absent-minded for a moment, and after a short two seconds, he asked Mr. Xie in a blink of an eye.

Xie Zhang introduced directly: "This is my granddaughter, Xie Qingsu."

"Your granddaughter?" Ji Fangang paused, then turned to look in Xie Kangxue's direction.

Xie Kangxue still pursed her lips and said nothing, her eyes suddenly turned away, and she didn't look at anyone's gaze towards her for a while.

Mo Kehan ​​raised his hand without showing any signs, but blocked her behind him in a protective gesture.

"What? Looking at Mr. Ji's eyes, do you know Qingsu?" Xie Zhang ignored Xie Kangxue and asked Ji Fangang with a smile.

Xie Qingsu also noticed that Ji Fangang looked at him with strange eyes, but it was not a strange thing hiding malicious intent, but a kind of consternation and hesitation.

"No, it's the first time I met Miss Xie, so I don't know each other." Ji Fangang looked at her face for a while, and said, "But Miss Xie looks very familiar to me."

"Familiar?" Xie Qingsu was puzzled.

Ji Fangang fell into memories and said: "I used to go around with friends in the archaeological field in the early years. Many years ago, I excavated an unnamed ancient tomb under the barren hills near Ning City. In the tomb, there was only a bottle full of strange runes. The sarcophagus is obviously a sarcophagus, but the surrounding area is stuck into the surrounding grooves with harder stone nails, as if the person in the coffin was deliberately nailed inside."

"After the sarcophagus was opened by our external force, the corpse inside had probably been weathered, and only a blackened gold armor could be seen, and a roll of portraits locked in a sealed gold box. Due to the sealing, the portraits It’s fairly well preserved, and it’s a picture of a heroic beauty wearing a dragon-patterned golden armor, but there are also strange runes written all over the picture.”

"We asked an expert to look at it, but we couldn't recognize the age of the text, but the beauty in that portrait, painted lifelike, is very similar to Miss Xie..."

Xie Qingsu's eyes, which were originally indifferent, gradually darkened because of Ji Fangang's words. His gaze was clearly looking at the old man's mouth moving when he was speaking, but there was a buzzing sound in her ears, as if it was an echo nailed to her ear , deafening.

Shen Luo noticed the slight change in Zuo Yushi's eyes at this moment, thinking that something happened.

Zuo Yushi glanced at Xie Qingsu.

Seeing that everyone was engrossed in listening, Ji Fangang smiled and said: "It's strange to say that it is clearly made of pure gold armor, it should be the one worn by the beauty in the painting, but it happened to be a piece of armor with exquisite craftsmanship more than 1000 years ago. The hanging dragon pattern looks very similar to the emperor's clothing, but why was it buried under such a remote barren mountain, and with those strange runes, it seems to be suppressing something."

"However, after research by the archaeological team, they can only detect the antiquities about 800 years ago. In all the known dynasties in history, there are no relevant records..."

Xie Qingsu couldn't listen any longer, the blood on her face had faded rapidly, and there was nothing around her, but bursts of sharp pain accompanied by harsh knocking sounds echoed in her head and ears.

She turned around without saying a word and walked out. Her footsteps hidden under the hem of the dress skirt were a little unsteady. As soon as she reached the door, she suddenly shook and raised her hand to support the door, her fingertips were cold.

Zuo Yushi suddenly turned around.

Shen Luo had just realized it, and before he had time to go out to ask what happened, Xie Zhang and the others were surprised at the same time: "Mr. Zuo? Where are you going?"

(End of this chapter)