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"It’s all one of our own who can come to me. If you have something to say, you might as well say it directly."
"This is Fang Chen’s Mountain Pine Hidden Tiger Map!" I smiled and said with confidence, "Fang Chen’s style of painting landscapes was not that of the mainstream schools at that time. At that time, it was said that people didn’t realize their experience until their later years, so paintings in the world were extremely rare, and Fang Chen had never painted this picture of mountains, pines, hidden tigers and tigers in an animal house. It is really a rare treasure."
"Ha, ha, ha, you are really outstanding. Fang Chen’s famous painting circle is not big, just as you said. It’s too late to become famous. When he became famous, he was almost seventy years old, and he was able to draw some paintings." Hong Xiaoli smiled cheerfully. "You can’t see that you are ignorant of antiques at a young age."
I carefully looked at the painting, and the hand touched the paper and bowed its head to paint and smell for a moment.
"There is nothing wrong with the age. This rice paper is indeed Yang Xuan ink and Song Yanmo."
"Listen to you say this painting is true?" HongXiaoLi maybe because I just that but now some hesitation to ask.
"It’s true!" I nodded firmly.
"I also specially asked someone to identify this painting and said it was true. You really scared me just now." Hong Xiaoli said with a sigh of relief.
"Your house is full of treasures and everything is priceless. If it is an original Fang Chen, it will really complement each other here."
"I don’t like painting me …" HongXiaoLi just found my words wrong in the middle. "You … what did you mean just now? What if it’s an original? You mean it’s not an original? ！”
"The painting is an ancient painting, but it is not an original Fang Chen." I am sure to answer.
HongXiaoLi frown up, I saw next to HongJin seems to be more nervous than HongXiaoLi thought for half a day, pointing to the painting thoughtfully asked.
☆ Chapter 41 Yu Guiqin
HongXiaoLi frown up, I saw next to HongJin seems to be more nervous than HongXiaoLi thought for half a day, pointing to the painting thoughtfully asked.
"You mean this painting is real, not Fang Chen?"
I nodded calmly.
"How can Mr. Qin be so sure that this must not be written by Fang Chen?" Hong Jin asked next to him
"Fang Chen became famous in his later years, but his fame was really related to his paintings. According to the genre and style at that time, Fang Chen’s paintings were not good. He was famous for another thing." I answered calmly.
"This, of course, I know that Fang Chen is Yue Fei’s unjust verdict, and Yue Fei’s protege is also a teacher and friend. Yue Fei was killed unjustly, and Fang Chen was jointly and severally punished to avenge Yue Fei’s injustice, so he wrote a thousand words and people’s wide flow, so he was executed with Yue Fei for treason, so he became famous." Hong Xiaoli nodded and blurted out.
I went to the front of the painting, pointed to the date of the painting and said
"Look at the time when Fang Chen was put in prison. If I remember correctly, Fang Chen will be executed with Yue Fei two days after the painting is completed."
"Well, it was two days later." Hong Xiaoli looked down and said, "Coco can’t be said that it’s not a Fang Chen painting?"
"Fang Chen is a prison, not his own room. Have you seen the man who will ask questions in two days? Can he still have pen and ink scouts?"
"That’s not necessarily. Maybe someone respects Fang Chen’s upright character and secretly sends it in for him to fulfill his last wish." Hong Jin took the words next to him
I nodded meaningfully and looked at Hongjin’s light answer.
"Look at this picture of a loose mountain and a hidden tiger. Look carefully at this picture of a tiger with a thorny foot and a rugged pine forest. No matter who draws this picture, the so-called diving dragon is a metaphor. This is a picture of a tiger falling in Pingyang. Even the overlord in the forest is struggling to find a way out. This is a code word. His situation at that time is exactly the same as that of Fang Chen being imprisoned in heaven. Perhaps this makes people believe that this is an original Fang Chen."
"Yeah, who can draw a metaphor but Fang Chen at that time?" Hong Xiaoli argued.
"This painting is so well preserved that someone has been carefully collecting it, but at that time, whoever dared to collect Fang Chen’s paintings sat down and realized that he and Fang Chen were accomplices. The rebellion was to punish the family situation. At that time, Fang Chen was not famous, and who would bear the lives of the nine families with a death row painting?" I casually explained.
"Even if you say so, there is still no evidence to prove that it is not an original!" Hongjin budged and asked.
"It’s very simple to prove it. He can see it just by this pair of loose mountains, hidden tigers and hidden tigers." I pointed to the seal in the left corner of the scroll and said with confidence, "It is also possible that this painting is painted by Fang Chen. Of course, it is also possible that someone suddenly didn’t turn around and really helped him save the painting. Anything can happen, but even if all conditions are true, this picture may be better to say that there is more Fang Chen seal without this seal. Is this superfluous or is the ambiguity completely false?"
"What’s so strange about stamping a painting?" Hong Jin, otherwise,
"Fang Chen is a prisoner on death row, so how can there be a seal?" Hong Xiaoli said quietly all the time.
I think Hong Xiaoli’s somberly face has always been the most proud. It’s a fake. I’m afraid it’s uncomfortable for anyone else. I walked over to him and said with a smile
"You’re full of treasures, so you’re also a refined person. There’s a fake hanging in this room, which somewhat spoils the charm of this room."
Hong Xiaoli sighed heavily and asked Hong Jin to fetch the painting. I saw a flicker of panic in the corner of Hong Jin’s eye and hesitated to fetch the painting. Hong Xiaoli shook her head and tore the painting in half without thinking.
"Ah, after all, I lost my eye, so I drew a lot of money." Hong Xiaoli looked back at me with a wry smile and asked, "You must have seen something important when you came to me. You can say it."
I took out the golden nanmu that Hong Xiaoli left me before, which was very obedient.
"I see that you attach great importance to the golden lacquer dragon chair. Since it is a dragon chair with one missing, it is a scandal. Today, the original wall belongs to Zhao and sent it back to you specially."
HongXiaoLi saw my hand gold nanmu suddenly eyes glowing corners of the mouth peristalsis a few hand trembling in the past, deeply touched for a long time turned and walked to the corner of the room to move a porcelain pot.
The wall slowly reveals a way for Hong Xiaoli to get through the steps. The lamp was serious and stretched out a hand.
"Well, you are still my Hong Jiaen talent. Please show you something today."
Hong Xiaoli said and walked first. We followed him down the steps and went to the ground. Suddenly, I heard a novel in my ear.
"That painting is an original."
"I know"
"Ah, you know it’s false to tell Hong Xiaoli?"
"Go back and tell you why," I whispered to Yue Qianling.
Yue Qianling nodded and followed me. When we met, we were dumbfounded almost at the same time.
The front is a more spacious room. The whole house is built according to the ancient hall, except for a positive ridge at the top of the hall, two double eaves have four vertical ridges respectively.
The vertical ridge and the vertical ridge not only make yellow glazed tiles make immortals and animals with different images, but also the vertical ridge beast at the top of the temple is the only one with ten kinds of vertical ridges decorated with ten immortals.