Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 253 Lin Siqi’s mother
It rained all night and the city took on a new look.There are fish-scale clouds floating in the sky, with golden light and dense layers, as if a piece of skin has been ripped off from a giant dragon.

Li Ding'an walked downstairs lightly. He had just washed his face, and his skin reflected a delicate luster.

It's only six o'clock now, running around Yanyuan before going to school, the time is just right...

He was expanding his chest and breathing heavily. As soon as he stepped down the steps, a familiar voice came to his ears: "Teacher Li!"

"Pharaoh?"

Not far away, next to the pond, there was a Tyrannosaurus parked, and Wang Chenggong was standing beside the car.

"Don't you need to come?"

To be precise, ten days ago, the day after he withdrew from the exhibition expert group, Wang Chenggong and Sun Huaiyu stopped being his full-time driver and secretary.

After a lot of effort, one of them was: Before the imitation porcelain smuggling case was solved, Zhang Hanguang could call him at any time and he would be there at any time.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, after all, life is important...

"Something happened temporarily, but your phone was turned off. The director asked me to pick you up and ask you to go to the Forbidden City..."

In fact, it is not a shutdown, but a setting. Except for grandparents, parents, Xiao Chen, Xiao Yu, Azhen, and Professor Wu, no one else can call in after working hours.

It won’t work without settings, there are so many phone calls, and they are all from irrelevant people…

"Wait a long time?"

"No, I know you have the habit of running in the morning. I just arrived..."

"What happened?"

"There is something I would like you to identify!"

"Now?" Li Ding'an looked at his watch, "It's just right. You can send me off after you finish reading, so as not to delay class..."

so fast?

Wang Chenggong hesitated to speak: From yesterday afternoon to now, almost half a day and a night, the teachers at the Forbidden City have not yet reached a conclusion...

But he just thought in his mind: If there is not enough time, the leader will definitely remind Li Ding'an to ask for leave.

While thinking about it, Li Ding'an got into the car and looked at the sponge head that was unscrewed from the ashtray: "Oh, you, Director Zhang, are quite high-end, can you afford to smoke Chinese?"

This car is the bureau's special vehicle for handling cases, and Zhang Hanguang only uses it occasionally.But he has a habit: if the cigarette is too soft, he will twist off the butt and smoke again.

Therefore, based on Li Ding'an's carefulness, he deserves to be an expert...

Wang Chenggong smiled, said nothing, and quickly started the car.

It was still early, there were very few cars on the street, and we arrived at Chang'an Street in about half an hour.After passing Tiananmen Square, we turned north again, drove across the Tongzi River, and stopped arrogantly outside Wenhua Gate.

Li Ding'an knew at a glance what he was appraising: either a book or a calligraphy and painting.

Because the calligraphy and painting hall of the Forbidden City is in the Wenhua Hall, including the calligraphy and painting research laboratories are also in this area.

He comes here often and knows the way. The doorman recognized him even ten steps away: "Teacher Li, are you here so early today?"

"Something's wrong, working the night shift?"

"Correct!"

"You are busy first!"

First, say hello while walking, then turn right after entering the palace gate, which is the calligraphy and painting research room.

It was quiet in the building, and the sound of footsteps on stone bricks was particularly clear.The curtains are basically closed, and the light is relatively dark, like walking in a tomb passage.

After going up to the second floor, after walking a few steps, I heard a "squeak".A door was pushed open, revealing an unshaven face.

His hair was as messy as a chicken coop, his complexion was sallow, and his eyes were bloodshot, showing that he hadn't slept much for several days.

Li Ding'an was startled: "Your wife ran away with someone?"

"What nonsense? She won't run away even if you run away..."

Zhang Hanguang pulled Li Ding'an and said, "Come in quickly!"

After stepping through the threshold, Li Ding'an was stunned for a second: Yang Lichuan, Ding Licheng, two old calligraphy and painting researchers from the Forbidden City, and three or four archivists and documentaries.

All of them were unkempt and unkempt, no better than Zhang Hanguang, including Yang Lichuan and a female information clerk, their eyelids were piled up in three layers.

Well, there is someone leaning on the sofa in the corner, snoring... Ma Xianming, why is he here to join in the fun?
"What happened to you?"

"Come and take a look first!"

Zhang Hanguang pushed the piles of information to both sides, cleared the table, and pointed to a book in the middle of the table, "Do you recognize it?"

ha?
Don't look too familiar: I just met him more than a week ago, and I almost had a fight with Lin Zixian!
Li Ding'an picked up "Commentaries on Etiquette" and opened the cover.

That's right, it's that one: a page full of seals that would blind a dog's eyes.

"Where did it come from?"

"Sent from Feng Youran!"

It's not as famous as meeting her, and she's never been seen before, but Li Ding'an shouldn't be too impressed by this woman.

"She bought it?"

"No, I borrowed it..."

"Lin Zixian is an American, she is quite wild..."

"Don't worry about this for now, and take a closer look: Did this book come out of the Forbidden City?"

"Of course!" Li Ding'an pointed to the seals at the bottom, "Tianlu Linlang and Qianlong's seals are all genuine, indicating that they were indeed collected by the Qing court..."

"Teacher Li, Director Zhang is not talking about the past..." Yang Lichuan organized his words, "That's it. Can you please deduce the approximate time when this book leaked out of the Forbidden City?"

Li Ding'an said without hesitation: "The late Qing Dynasty, the 26th year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty, or 1900 to be precise!"

Zhang Hanguang recalled for a moment: "Eight-Nation Allied Forces?"

Li Dingan nodded and gave a thumbs up.

But for some reason, everyone in the room looked at each other, as if they couldn't believe it.

"What's wrong?"

It was definitely not a mistake on my part: there had never been any problems with the conclusions given by the system.

"You mean you went abroad that year?"

"almost!"

"Then when did you come in?"

Li Ding'an said nothing and looked at Ding Licheng with squinted eyes: Do you think of me as a universal machine?

I know, I know, and I can even pinpoint it to the sky: November 2008, 11.

But can't say.

Because there is no way to explain it.It was indeed a bit overwhelming. Ding Licheng smiled and sighed sadly: "No wonder we can't get along?"

Yang Lichuan also frowned, thought for a moment, and pushed the laptop on the table: "Teacher Li, look!"

What is this... "Catalogue of Ancient Books Collection of the Palace Museum"?
I'll go... It's "Commentaries on Etiquette" again?
Collection time: 1979.

The donor... well, I don't know him.

Collection location: National History Library, Cultural Center.

Let’s look at the detailed notes: In the first year of Yuanfu in the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhou Bangyan was appointed as the secretary of the Provincial Government to correct characters, compile classics, and publish corrected articles... Hand-copied the "Etiquette Commentary" annotated by Zheng Xuan of the Eastern Han Dynasty...

If you press the note, this book was donated in 1979, but the system says it is in Japan. How can it be possible to go to the Forbidden City?
Seeing this, Li Ding'an's eyelids couldn't stop twitching: Is there a BUG in the system?
Impossible, something would have gone wrong long ago...

While he was in shock and doubt, Li Ding'an's pupils shrank again: There are several sets of photos below, including the front, back, side, as well as cover pages, book seams, front pages, back pages, main text, etc.

The black and white background color seems to be taken in the 80s and [-]s, and the definition is not too high.But at a quick glance, they all seem to be exactly the same: there is no difference in the handwriting, cover, or thread.

Including the dozens of square seals on the front and back pages, none of them are missing, and none of them are good. There is only one thing: the gap between "Qingzhen Layshi" and "Xiao Shu Lang Zhu Ji" is a little narrow.

The difference is not too big, only one millimeter, but it is different. Li Ding'an's memory is as good as a computer, and he will definitely not remember it wrong.

And the thing was at hand... He picked up the book and compared it with the photo: Is it just a millimeter different?

Just say that there will never be any problems with the system!

After calming down for a moment, he exhaled: "This is not a book!"

Everyone was silent.

I knew that he had a strong eye, a high level of appreciation, and he was careful enough, but I didn't expect that the gap was so big?
The book was delivered by Zhang Hanguang around four o'clock yesterday afternoon, and seven or eight people studied it for a long time. It was almost dark before they discovered that there was a slight difference in the handwriting.

It's not that they are unprofessional, but that they retain too little information. They only have these few photos. The key is that they are not very clear.

Another point is that they were only focused on researching whether the theft of this book had something to do with Lin Ziliang, who was the director of the Forbidden City. No one realized at all: This thing is not the same book?
Li Ding'an was even more curious than them: Could it be that Xiang Molin forged two copies back then?

During the late Qing Dynasty, they all left the Forbidden City, and then one of them went overseas and the other stayed in China?

In a moment of wild imagination, he opened the cover, rolled the mouse twice more, enlarged the photos to an almost distorted state, and compared them one by one.

The same fine green sandalwood and ripe xuan, the same snowflake paper...

The same is Jilihu white silk...

The seal marks are also very similar, both in terms of size and seal carving technique...

Ink stains... The photo is in black and white, so you can't really see it...

The handwriting is very similar...but it's just "similar", not "exactly the same"!
If you look closely, you will see that the fonts and strokes in the book are a little stiff and dull, but the strokes in the photo are smooth and powerful, with a somewhat elegant and unrestrained charm.

Think about it again: Could it be that the words in the fake copy were copied from the fonts in the photos?
Good guy, why did Xiang Molin forge two copies?Maybe, this is really the "Comments on Rites and Rites" handwritten by Zhou Bangyan...

This is by no means an afterthought by Li Dingan: when looking at calligraphy and painting, first look at the paper, then the ink, and then the axis or line.After reading these, there are signatures, seals, and inscriptions.

If there is no problem, we will look at the handwriting, style, etc.

On the day of the appraisal, he saw that even the seal was wrong. Of course, there was no need to read the rest, so he returned the book to Lin Zixian.

What's more, how could he know what Zhou Bangyan's handwriting looked like or what the real book looked like?

But on the other hand, if this book is authentic, then apart from the handwriting, the seal will definitely be different.You will know after a comparison...

He took a breath and said, "Where's the book? I mean this one on the computer!"

Yang Lichuan sighed: "Lost it!"

"Ah, when?"

"2011 years!"

Li Ding'an immediately remembered: The Forbidden City has been stolen five times since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the most recent one being this time in 2011.

The criminal was a habitual thief. He visited the site three days in advance. On the fourth day, he entered the Forbidden City as a tourist and hid behind a tree before closing.In the middle of the night, when security was at its most relaxed, he first cut off the power supply in the monitoring room, and then turned it on.

The methods are simple and crude: dig holes, pick locks, carry things and leave.

What is strange is that he was discovered by patrolling security guards before he cut off the power, and even caught him, but he escaped again.Afterwards, the security guard quickly called to collect the report.

I don’t know what the leaders did after that, whether they called the police or organized people to search the Forbidden City.But the result was: he smashed open the stone wall of Chengsu Palace, broke the lock, and carried away a whole sack of cultural relics including a gold and jade dressing box.

It's just amazing.

What’s even more amazing: the previous notice said there were seven items, and then it became nine items. After that, the notice never mentioned the specific number of stolen cultural relics.

The case was solved very quickly, taking only three days.But when he was caught, he had already sold more than half of the items.But to whom it was sold: I don’t know.

It was early summer, but the buyer kept his eyes tightly closed. He only knew he was a man.And it was someone who took the initiative to find him...

Shaking his head, Li Ding'an exhaled and pointed at the photo: "Is this original?"

"Not sure!" Yang Lichuan shook his head, "Because this is an only copy. No works by Zhou Bangyan have been found so far. There is no way to compare, so we can only identify it from paper, silk thread, seals, etc. But you also know , Firstly, there were almost no technological means at that time, and secondly, there were many similar collections in the Forbidden City..."

Understand: It was still the late 70s, and the technical means were not generally backward. There were not many available, and all you could do was judge by your eyesight and experience.There are too many imitations in Xiang's collection, and they are too similar. Moreover, after hundreds of years, the new ones have become old.

It is estimated that at that time, the old experts in the Forbidden City were a little skeptical about life.

I'm not [-]% sure, so I can only file it as "doubtful".

But Li Ding'an had an intuition: the book in the photo is most likely authentic.

Gee, this is hundreds of millions of things, and I don’t know where it is hidden now...

After sighing for a moment, he joked again: "Why, instead of arresting smugglers, Director Zhang switched to solving old cases?"

"I really want to change my career. How about you help me apply to the ministry?"

"How about I help you get promoted?"

"You said you're fat and you're out of breath...and you're going to get a butt? If the case of overseas imitation porcelain is not solved, I will be dismissed from my post..."

"What does this book have to do with whether you solve the case or not?"

Zhang Hanguang said "ha", "Expert Li, Teacher Li, let me ask you, whose book is this?"

"Lin Zixian's!"

"Where's the imitation porcelain?"

You haven't found it yet, how do I know who it is?
I just knew that Lin Ziliang’s technology was used... Oh, Lin Ziliang?

Lin Zixian...Lin Ziliang...Xianliang, are these two brothers?

Li Ding'an suddenly realized: No wonder Feng Youran borrowed it whenever he asked. If you think about it, isn't she Lin Zixian's sister-in-law?
Hmm... The woman I went with for the appraisal that day gave me a business card, and she seemed to be called Qi Ying. Lin Zixian also called him sister-in-law?

He has two brothers?
No, Lin Ziliang has married two wives...

Hmm... Lin Ziliang, Qi Ying - Lin Siqi... Haha, is that Lin Siqi's mother?

(End of this chapter)