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"The great river map of Jiangning, Zhao Lingyi, 1126."
"Qingming River map, Zhang Zeduan, 1101."
The answer given by the holy ring was like a bolt from the blue. Lei's Yang Jing almost smoked his head.
"Qing, Qing, Qing... The picture of the river on the Qingming Festival?! it was Zhang Zeduan who returned his sister?" Yang Jing almost howled out.
"If there is a picture of Zhang Zeduan on the river during the Qingming Festival here, who painted the picture of Zhang Zeduan on the river during the Qingming Festival in the National Palace Museum? That's the recognized authentic work of Zhang Zeduan! But the holy precepts can't go wrong... Is it... Is it that even the picture of Zhang Zeduan on the river during the Qingming Festival in the National Palace Museum is imitated by future generations?" almost in an instant, Yang Jing's mind has turned countless times, but no matter how his mind turns into a high-speed motor, he also doesn't understand why he has a picture of Zhang Zeduan's Qingming River in his hand.
"Brother Yang, are you all right?" a voice seemed to come from a very distant place. It was difficult to pull out Yang Jing, whose mind was spinning at high speed.
Yang Jing shook her head, took a breath slightly, squeezed out a smile on her face, covered up her inner shock, and said, "it's all right. Just now I suddenly remembered something else."
"Oh, it's all right. Brother Yang, I've been waiting for you at home today."
Zhao Zheng is obviously urging you to "go home and get the money"
Yang Jing cleaned up her confused thoughts, smiled and said, "brother Zhao, aunt, don't worry, I'll start now and I'll be back before noon."
In fact, if Zhao Zhengjia had a bicycle, Yang Jing was also confident that she would return within two hours. However, in this era, bicycles are really big pieces. Ordinary families can't buy bicycles. Just a bicycle ticket can jam most people.
The tricycle Zhao Zheng rode in the morning was also assembled by Zhao Zheng and his father a few years ago. Zhao Zheng's father welded everything in the factory, and bought the wheels from the waste collection station. On the way here, Zhao Zheng personally told Yang Jing about this.
Although the tricycle is good at making trouble, they can't do it if Zhao contends with them
So Yang Jing had to take the No. 2 bus to the long-distance station, and then wandered around all morning. Then she leisurely returned to Zhao Zheng's house. In front of Zhao Zheng and Zhao Zheng's mother, she took out a stack of new "great unity" from her trouser pocket.
When the two women see great unity, they naturally ignore Yang Jing and the painting. You count them again and I count them again. The more you count, the happier you are
While the two women were counting money there, Yang Jing found some old newspapers and wrapped the thick and excessive painting scroll for several layers. Then, regardless of the heat, she hugged her hands tightly in front of her chest for fear that the painting would "fly".
I'm kidding. There's an authentic work of Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival hidden in this scroll. If this painting is really the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan, it's priceless, which is not enough to describe its value
"Aunt, brother Zhao, are you all right with the money? If it's all right, I'll take the painting away..." Yang Jing really couldn't stand the endless counting of the two women there, so she began to interrupt the two women's counting of money.
"Oh, oh..." hearing Yang Jing's words, Zhao Zheng's mother immediately felt a little embarrassed. "With this money, my old man's illness will have hope. Child, aunt, thank you. You are the life-saving benefactor of our old Zhao family..."
The old lady said, this leg was soft and wanted to kneel down. Yang Jing quickly clamped the painting scroll with one arm, then freed up one hand and helped the old lady all at once.
"Aunt, if you do this again, I won't buy this painting."
Zhao Zheng took the money away and held Yang Jing's hand tightly. An old man in his thirties choked and was a little speechless.
Yang Jing doesn't want to talk with them here. The picture scroll under the creak nest seems to weigh a thousand kilograms. Where does he have the mind to waste time here.
"Brother Zhao and aunt Zhao, it's getting late. I have to hurry back and let my grandfather have a look at the picture. If it's later, I won't be able to catch the bus to Jiangning at noon."
"Alas, you child, if you can't catch up, you can't catch up. Eat from aunt. Aunt will cook delicious food for you."
"Still can't, aunt, I really want to hurry back. My mother is still waiting for me at home."
It took a few more minutes. Finally, Zhao zhengniang and her son didn't leave Yang Jing.
Yang Jing walked out of the door and immediately turned back and waved, speeding up her walking speed for fear that the women would catch up again.
After going out for about a mile and turning several corners, Yang Jing saw a public toilet on the side of the road and looked at an empty space. Yang Jing went in with her head. Sure enough, there was no one inside. Without hesitation, he launched the "restricted space-time shuttle" skill and returned to the original space-time in an instant.
It's also ridiculous. This is the first time Yang Jing has used the "restricted space-time shuttle" skill in a public toilet. Back on the bed of the original time and space, the tip of the nose can still vaguely smell the smell of the top of the forehead
But Yang Jing didn't care about those. She got out of bed, turned on the light in the room, pulled the bed aside, and then pulled the tea table. The room immediately vacated an empty space. Only then did she take out the picture scroll that had just arrived from the storage space.
This scroll is a little thick, especially the scroll used for mounting at both ends, which is somewhat different from most of the scroll used for mounting.
The main reason is that the two scrolls are too thick, with a diameter of 15 cm. Yang Jing has never seen such a thick scroll.
The shaft of the painting scroll is obviously made of red sandalwood, but the middle should be hollow, otherwise the weight will not be so light. However, even if it is a hollow red sandalwood scroll, it should not use such a thick scroll. This is really very, very unreasonable.
Yang Jing put on her gloves and carefully opened the picture again. The living room and dining room of the daily rental house rented by Yang Jing are connected together, which makes the house transparent from north to south. There is a distance of more than ten meters from the back balcony to the front balcony.
The ground is covered with a wooden floor, which is very clean. Therefore, after Yang Jing opened the painting on the wooden floor, he was able to open all the six meter long scroll at one time.
After opening, Yang Jing walked slowly from the north to the south. As a result, when he reached the painting axis on the south side, the response of the holy ring was the strongest.
Now Yang Jing immediately had a spectrum in her heart.
Obviously, there is something wrong with the painting axis on this side.
"If you guessed correctly, the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival should be hidden in this scroll!" Yang Jing muttered to herself.
Then Yang Jing launched the penetrating skill of "heavenly eye". Sure enough, in this scroll, there was a roll of silk wrapped in some silk. Although it was impossible to see clearly what was painted on the silk book, under such circumstances, Yang Jing could determine that the silk book hidden in the painting axis should be the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival.
However, just when Yang Jing was ready to destroy the scroll and find out the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival, he hesitated and then stopped his action.
"You can't simply find out this painting. The picture of the river during the Qingming Festival in the Palace Museum is recognized as the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan. If you want to prove that the painting in the Palace Museum is an imitation, you must find it in front of some famous calligraphy and paintings! If you rashly find this painting, it's hard to convince the public!"
Yang Jing thought for a moment, and then used the penetrating skills of the "heavenly eye" to look at another scroll. Sure enough, there was something hidden in the scroll, but there were not many things. It seemed that it was some paper or something.
However, these papers were also wrapped in some silk, and Yang Jing could not see the words on them clearly.
Carefully rolled up the six meter long painting again. Although it is clear that it is a very wrong way to open the 800 year old painting so often, which will cause great harm to the painting, Yang Jing can't care about it at this time.
Compared with the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival, which is likely to be an authentic one, Zhao Lingqian's picture of the great river in Jiangning is nothing.
Yang Jing also knows Zhao Linghe. Zhao Lingqian was a famous painter in the Northern Song Dynasty and the grandson of Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty. Zhao Ji, Huizong of the Song Dynasty, was the grandson of Zhao Guangyi, Taizong of the Song Dynasty. Therefore, Zhao Lingqian and Zhao Ji were cousins of the same generation.
Zhao Linghe not only had royal blood, but also was a famous calligrapher and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. According to records, "Zhao Linghe loved calligraphy and painting when he was young and was rich in literary cultivation. His family had famous French calligraphy and paintings since the Jin and Tang Dynasties. He had contacts with painters and scholars. When Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, was king Duan, he also made friends with him and exchanged painting skills."
Even the famous Su Shi admired his calligraphy and painting. After becoming emperor, Zhao Ji often exchanged painting skills with Zhao Linghe, which is enough to prove Zhao Linghe's high status in the calligraphy and painting circles of the Northern Song Dynasty.
"But how could Zhao Lingqian draw such a shoddy picture of the great river in Jiangning? At this level, it is far from Zhao Lingqian's fame! In addition, Zhao Zhengming clearly said that this picture was painted by his ancestors. Is Zhao Zheng actually a descendant of Zhao Lingqian?"
Yang Jing's mind is a little confused, but if you think about it again, it seems that Zhao Linghe is Zhao Zheng's ancestor, and it doesn't seem impossible.
First of all, their surnames are Zhao; Secondly, unlike his short-lived brother, Zhao Linghe lived only 32 years old. Zhao Linghe seems to have lived for a long time. It seems that he built Jiangnan with Zhao and died in the early Southern Song Dynasty. What if Zhao Linghe stayed in Jiankang mansion (today's Jinling) for a period of time when he went south and left future generations?
Who can say such a thing?
I just don't know how Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival got into the scroll of the picture of the great river in Jiangning painted by Zhao Lingqian.
Thinking that the pieces of paper hidden in another painting axis may be the secret of Xin recorded in it, Yang Jing felt that there were suddenly seven or eight kittens in her chest and scratched hard there
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"The great river map of Jiangning, Zhao Lingyi, 1126."
"Qingming River map, Zhang Zeduan, 1101."
The answer given by the holy ring was like a bolt from the blue. Lei's Yang Jing almost smoked his head.
"Qing, Qing, Qing... The picture of the river on the Qingming Festival?! it was Zhang Zeduan who returned his sister?" Yang Jing almost howled out.
"If there is a picture of Zhang Zeduan on the river during the Qingming Festival here, who painted the picture of Zhang Zeduan on the river during the Qingming Festival in the National Palace Museum? That's the recognized authentic work of Zhang Zeduan! But the holy precepts can't go wrong... Is it... Is it that even the picture of Zhang Zeduan on the river during the Qingming Festival in the National Palace Museum is imitated by future generations?" almost in an instant, Yang Jing's mind has turned countless times, but no matter how his mind turns into a high-speed motor, he also doesn't understand why he has a picture of Zhang Zeduan's Qingming River in his hand.
"Brother Yang, are you all right?" a voice seemed to come from a very distant place. It was difficult to pull out Yang Jing, whose mind was spinning at high speed.
Yang Jing shook her head, took a breath slightly, squeezed out a smile on her face, covered up her inner shock, and said, "it's all right. Just now I suddenly remembered something else."
"Oh, it's all right. Brother Yang, I've been waiting for you at home today."
Zhao Zheng is obviously urging you to "go home and get the money"
Yang Jing cleaned up her confused thoughts, smiled and said, "brother Zhao, aunt, don't worry, I'll start now and I'll be back before noon."
In fact, if Zhao Zhengjia had a bicycle, Yang Jing was also confident that she would return within two hours. However, in this era, bicycles are really big pieces. Ordinary families can't buy bicycles. Just a bicycle ticket can jam most people.
The tricycle Zhao Zheng rode in the morning was also assembled by Zhao Zheng and his father a few years ago. Zhao Zheng's father welded everything in the factory, and bought the wheels from the waste collection station. On the way here, Zhao Zheng personally told Yang Jing about this.
Although the tricycle is good at making trouble, they can't do it if Zhao contends with them
So Yang Jing had to take the No. 2 bus to the long-distance station, and then wandered around all morning. Then she leisurely returned to Zhao Zheng's house. In front of Zhao Zheng and Zhao Zheng's mother, she took out a stack of new "great unity" from her trouser pocket.
When the two women see great unity, they naturally ignore Yang Jing and the painting. You count them again and I count them again. The more you count, the happier you are
While the two women were counting money there, Yang Jing found some old newspapers and wrapped the thick and excessive painting scroll for several layers. Then, regardless of the heat, she hugged her hands tightly in front of her chest for fear that the painting would "fly".
I'm kidding. There's an authentic work of Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival hidden in this scroll. If this painting is really the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan, it's priceless, which is not enough to describe its value
"Aunt, brother Zhao, are you all right with the money? If it's all right, I'll take the painting away..." Yang Jing really couldn't stand the endless counting of the two women there, so she began to interrupt the two women's counting of money.
"Oh, oh..." hearing Yang Jing's words, Zhao Zheng's mother immediately felt a little embarrassed. "With this money, my old man's illness will have hope. Child, aunt, thank you. You are the life-saving benefactor of our old Zhao family..."
The old lady said, this leg was soft and wanted to kneel down. Yang Jing quickly clamped the painting scroll with one arm, then freed up one hand and helped the old lady all at once.
"Aunt, if you do this again, I won't buy this painting."
Zhao Zheng took the money away and held Yang Jing's hand tightly. An old man in his thirties choked and was a little speechless.
Yang Jing doesn't want to talk with them here. The picture scroll under the creak nest seems to weigh a thousand kilograms. Where does he have the mind to waste time here.
"Brother Zhao and aunt Zhao, it's getting late. I have to hurry back and let my grandfather have a look at the picture. If it's later, I won't be able to catch the bus to Jiangning at noon."
"Alas, you child, if you can't catch up, you can't catch up. Eat from aunt. Aunt will cook delicious food for you."
"Still can't, aunt, I really want to hurry back. My mother is still waiting for me at home."
It took a few more minutes. Finally, Zhao zhengniang and her son didn't leave Yang Jing.
Yang Jing walked out of the door and immediately turned back and waved, speeding up her walking speed for fear that the women would catch up again.
After going out for about a mile and turning several corners, Yang Jing saw a public toilet on the side of the road and looked at an empty space. Yang Jing went in with her head. Sure enough, there was no one inside. Without hesitation, he launched the "restricted space-time shuttle" skill and returned to the original space-time in an instant.
It's also ridiculous. This is the first time Yang Jing has used the "restricted space-time shuttle" skill in a public toilet. Back on the bed of the original time and space, the tip of the nose can still vaguely smell the smell of the top of the forehead
But Yang Jing didn't care about those. She got out of bed, turned on the light in the room, pulled the bed aside, and then pulled the tea table. The room immediately vacated an empty space. Only then did she take out the picture scroll that had just arrived from the storage space.
This scroll is a little thick, especially the scroll used for mounting at both ends, which is somewhat different from most of the scroll used for mounting.
The main reason is that the two scrolls are too thick, with a diameter of 15 cm. Yang Jing has never seen such a thick scroll.
The shaft of the painting scroll is obviously made of red sandalwood, but the middle should be hollow, otherwise the weight will not be so light. However, even if it is a hollow red sandalwood scroll, it should not use such a thick scroll. This is really very, very unreasonable.
Yang Jing put on her gloves and carefully opened the picture again. The living room and dining room of the daily rental house rented by Yang Jing are connected together, which makes the house transparent from north to south. There is a distance of more than ten meters from the back balcony to the front balcony.
The ground is covered with a wooden floor, which is very clean. Therefore, after Yang Jing opened the painting on the wooden floor, he was able to open all the six meter long scroll at one time.
After opening, Yang Jing walked slowly from the north to the south. As a result, when he reached the painting axis on the south side, the response of the holy ring was the strongest.
Now Yang Jing immediately had a spectrum in her heart.
Obviously, there is something wrong with the painting axis on this side.
"If you guessed correctly, the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival should be hidden in this scroll!" Yang Jing muttered to herself.
Then Yang Jing launched the penetrating skill of "heavenly eye". Sure enough, in this scroll, there was a roll of silk wrapped in some silk. Although it was impossible to see clearly what was painted on the silk book, under such circumstances, Yang Jing could determine that the silk book hidden in the painting axis should be the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival.
However, just when Yang Jing was ready to destroy the scroll and find out the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival, he hesitated and then stopped his action.
"You can't simply find out this painting. The picture of the river during the Qingming Festival in the Palace Museum is recognized as the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan. If you want to prove that the painting in the Palace Museum is an imitation, you must find it in front of some famous calligraphy and paintings! If you rashly find this painting, it's hard to convince the public!"
Yang Jing thought for a moment, and then used the penetrating skills of the "heavenly eye" to look at another scroll. Sure enough, there was something hidden in the scroll, but there were not many things. It seemed that it was some paper or something.
However, these papers were also wrapped in some silk, and Yang Jing could not see the words on them clearly.
Carefully rolled up the six meter long painting again. Although it is clear that it is a very wrong way to open the 800 year old painting so often, which will cause great harm to the painting, Yang Jing can't care about it at this time.
Compared with the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival, which is likely to be an authentic one, Zhao Lingqian's picture of the great river in Jiangning is nothing.
Yang Jing also knows Zhao Linghe. Zhao Lingqian was a famous painter in the Northern Song Dynasty and the grandson of Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty. Zhao Ji, Huizong of the Song Dynasty, was the grandson of Zhao Guangyi, Taizong of the Song Dynasty. Therefore, Zhao Lingqian and Zhao Ji were cousins of the same generation.
Zhao Linghe not only had royal blood, but also was a famous calligrapher and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. According to records, "Zhao Linghe loved calligraphy and painting when he was young and was rich in literary cultivation. His family had famous French calligraphy and paintings since the Jin and Tang Dynasties. He had contacts with painters and scholars. When Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, was king Duan, he also made friends with him and exchanged painting skills."
Even the famous Su Shi admired his calligraphy and painting. After becoming emperor, Zhao Ji often exchanged painting skills with Zhao Linghe, which is enough to prove Zhao Linghe's high status in the calligraphy and painting circles of the Northern Song Dynasty.
"But how could Zhao Lingqian draw such a shoddy picture of the great river in Jiangning? At this level, it is far from Zhao Lingqian's fame! In addition, Zhao Zhengming clearly said that this picture was painted by his ancestors. Is Zhao Zheng actually a descendant of Zhao Lingqian?"
Yang Jing's mind is a little confused, but if you think about it again, it seems that Zhao Linghe is Zhao Zheng's ancestor, and it doesn't seem impossible.
First of all, their surnames are Zhao; Secondly, unlike his short-lived brother, Zhao Linghe lived only 32 years old. Zhao Linghe seems to have lived for a long time. It seems that he built Jiangnan with Zhao and died in the early Southern Song Dynasty. What if Zhao Linghe stayed in Jiankang mansion (today's Jinling) for a period of time when he went south and left future generations?
Who can say such a thing?
I just don't know how Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival got into the scroll of the picture of the great river in Jiangning painted by Zhao Lingqian.
Thinking that the pieces of paper hidden in another painting axis may be the secret of Xin recorded in it, Yang Jing felt that there were suddenly seven or eight kittens in her chest and scratched hard there
"The great river map of Jiangning, Zhao Lingyi, 1126.""Qingming River map, Zhang Zeduan, 1101."The answer given by the holy ring was like a bolt from the blue. Lei's Yang Jing almost smoked his head."Qing, Qing, Qing... The picture of the river on the Qingming Festival?! it was Zhang Zeduan who returned his sister?" Yang Jing almost howled out."If there is a picture of Zhang Zeduan on the river during the Qingming Festival here, who painted the picture of Zhang Zeduan on the river during the Qingming Festival in the National Palace Museum? That's the recognized authentic work of Zhang Zeduan! But the holy precepts can't go wrong... Is it... Is it that even the picture of Zhang Zeduan on the river during the Qingming Festival in the National Palace Museum is imitated by future generations?" almost in an instant, Yang Jing's mind has turned countless times, but no matter how his mind turns into a high-speed motor, he also doesn't understand why he has a picture of Zhang Zeduan's Qingming River in his hand."Brother Yang, are you all right?" a voice seemed to come from a very distant place. It was difficult to pull out Yang Jing, whose mind was spinning at high speed.Yang Jing shook her head, took a breath slightly, squeezed out a smile on her face, covered up her inner shock, and said, "it's all right. Just now I suddenly remembered something else.""Oh, it's all right. Brother Yang, I've been waiting for you at home today."Zhao Zheng is obviously urging you to "go home and get the money"Yang Jing cleaned up her confused thoughts, smiled and said, "brother Zhao, aunt, don't worry, I'll start now and I'll be back before noon."In fact, if Zhao Zhengjia had a bicycle, Yang Jing was also confident that she would return within two hours. However, in this era, bicycles are really big pieces. Ordinary families can't buy bicycles. Just a bicycle ticket can jam most people.The tricycle Zhao Zheng rode in the morning was also assembled by Zhao Zheng and his father a few years ago. Zhao Zheng's father welded everything in the factory, and bought the wheels from the waste collection station. On the way here, Zhao Zheng personally told Yang Jing about this.Although the tricycle is good at making trouble, they can't do it if Zhao contends with themSo Yang Jing had to take the No. 2 bus to the long-distance station, and then wandered around all morning. Then she leisurely returned to Zhao Zheng's house. In front of Zhao Zheng and Zhao Zheng's mother, she took out a stack of new "great unity" from her trouser pocket.When the two women see great unity, they naturally ignore Yang Jing and the painting. You count them again and I count them again. The more you count, the happier you areWhile the two women were counting money there, Yang Jing found some old newspapers and wrapped the thick and excessive painting scroll for several layers. Then, regardless of the heat, she hugged her hands tightly in front of her chest for fear that the painting would "fly".I'm kidding. There's an authentic work of Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival hidden in this scroll. If this painting is really the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan, it's priceless, which is not enough to describe its value"Aunt, brother Zhao, are you all right with the money? If it's all right, I'll take the painting away..." Yang Jing really couldn't stand the endless counting of the two women there, so she began to interrupt the two women's counting of money."Oh, oh..." hearing Yang Jing's words, Zhao Zheng's mother immediately felt a little embarrassed. "With this money, my old man's illness will have hope. Child, aunt, thank you. You are the life-saving benefactor of our old Zhao family..."The old lady said, this leg was soft and wanted to kneel down. Yang Jing quickly clamped the painting scroll with one arm, then freed up one hand and helped the old lady all at once."Aunt, if you do this again, I won't buy this painting."Zhao Zheng took the money away and held Yang Jing's hand tightly. An old man in his thirties choked and was a little speechless.Yang Jing doesn't want to talk with them here. The picture scroll under the creak nest seems to weigh a thousand kilograms. Where does he have the mind to waste time here."Brother Zhao and aunt Zhao, it's getting late. I have to hurry back and let my grandfather have a look at the picture. If it's later, I won't be able to catch the bus to Jiangning at noon.""Alas, you child, if you can't catch up, you can't catch up. Eat from aunt. Aunt will cook delicious food for you.""Still can't, aunt, I really want to hurry back. My mother is still waiting for me at home."It took a few more minutes. Finally, Zhao zhengniang and her son didn't leave Yang Jing.Yang Jing walked out of the door and immediately turned back and waved, speeding up her walking speed for fear that the women would catch up again.After going out for about a mile and turning several corners, Yang Jing saw a public toilet on the side of the road and looked at an empty space. Yang Jing went in with her head. Sure enough, there was no one inside. Without hesitation, he launched the "restricted space-time shuttle" skill and returned to the original space-time in an instant.It's also ridiculous. This is the first time Yang Jing has used the "restricted space-time shuttle" skill in a public toilet. Back on the bed of the original time and space, the tip of the nose can still vaguely smell the smell of the top of the foreheadBut Yang Jing didn't care about those. She got out of bed, turned on the light in the room, pulled the bed aside, and then pulled the tea table. The room immediately vacated an empty space. Only then did she take out the picture scroll that had just arrived from the storage space.This scroll is a little thick, especially the scroll used for mounting at both ends, which is somewhat different from most of the scroll used for mounting.The main reason is that the two scrolls are too thick, with a diameter of 15 cm. Yang Jing has never seen such a thick scroll.The shaft of the painting scroll is obviously made of red sandalwood, but the middle should be hollow, otherwise the weight will not be so light. However, even if it is a hollow red sandalwood scroll, it should not use such a thick scroll. This is really very, very unreasonable.Yang Jing put on her gloves and carefully opened the picture again. The living room and dining room of the daily rental house rented by Yang Jing are connected together, which makes the house transparent from north to south. There is a distance of more than ten meters from the back balcony to the front balcony.The ground is covered with a wooden floor, which is very clean. Therefore, after Yang Jing opened the painting on the wooden floor, he was able to open all the six meter long scroll at one time.After opening, Yang Jing walked slowly from the north to the south. As a result, when he reached the painting axis on the south side, the response of the holy ring was the strongest.Now Yang Jing immediately had a spectrum in her heart.Obviously, there is something wrong with the painting axis on this side."If you guessed correctly, the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival should be hidden in this scroll!" Yang Jing muttered to herself.Then Yang Jing launched the penetrating skill of "heavenly eye". Sure enough, in this scroll, there was a roll of silk wrapped in some silk. Although it was impossible to see clearly what was painted on the silk book, under such circumstances, Yang Jing could determine that the silk book hidden in the painting axis should be the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival.However, just when Yang Jing was ready to destroy the scroll and find out the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival, he hesitated and then stopped his action."You can't simply find out this painting. The picture of the river during the Qingming Festival in the Palace Museum is recognized as the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan. If you want to prove that the painting in the Palace Museum is an imitation, you must find it in front of some famous calligraphy and paintings! If you rashly find this painting, it's hard to convince the public!"Yang Jing thought for a moment, and then used the penetrating skills of the "heavenly eye" to look at another scroll. Sure enough, there was something hidden in the scroll, but there were not many things. It seemed that it was some paper or something.However, these papers were also wrapped in some silk, and Yang Jing could not see the words on them clearly.Carefully rolled up the six meter long painting again. Although it is clear that it is a very wrong way to open the 800 year old painting so often, which will cause great harm to the painting, Yang Jing can't care about it at this time.Compared with the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival, which is likely to be an authentic one, Zhao Lingqian's picture of the great river in Jiangning is nothing.Yang Jing also knows Zhao Linghe. Zhao Lingqian was a famous painter in the Northern Song Dynasty and the grandson of Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty. Zhao Ji, Huizong of the Song Dynasty, was the grandson of Zhao Guangyi, Taizong of the Song Dynasty. Therefore, Zhao Lingqian and Zhao Ji were cousins of the same generation.Zhao Linghe not only had royal blood, but also was a famous calligrapher and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. According to records, "Zhao Linghe loved calligraphy and painting when he was young and was rich in literary cultivation. His family had famous French calligraphy and paintings since the Jin and Tang Dynasties. He had contacts with painters and scholars. When Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty, was king Duan, he also made friends with him and exchanged painting skills."Even the famous Su Shi admired his calligraphy and painting. After becoming emperor, Zhao Ji often exchanged painting skills with Zhao Linghe, which is enough to prove Zhao Linghe's high status in the calligraphy and painting circles of the Northern Song Dynasty."But how could Zhao Lingqian draw such a shoddy picture of the great river in Jiangning? At this level, it is far from Zhao Lingqian's fame! In addition, Zhao Zhengming clearly said that this picture was painted by his ancestors. Is Zhao Zheng actually a descendant of Zhao Lingqian?"Yang Jing's mind is a little confused, but if you think about it again, it seems that Zhao Linghe is Zhao Zheng's ancestor, and it doesn't seem impossible.First of all, their surnames are Zhao; Secondly, unlike his short-lived brother, Zhao Linghe lived only 32 years old. Zhao Linghe seems to have lived for a long time. It seems that he built Jiangnan with Zhao and died in the early Southern Song Dynasty. What if Zhao Linghe stayed in Jiankang mansion today's Jinling for a period of time when he went south and left future generations?Who can say such a thing?I just don't know how Zhang Zeduan's picture of the river during the Qingming Festival got into the scroll of the picture of the great river in Jiangning painted by Zhao Lingqian.Thinking that the pieces of paper hidden in another painting axis may be the secret of Xin recorded in it, Yang Jing felt that there were suddenly seven or eight kittens in her chest and scratched hard there
