"Jiangning Dajiangtu, Zhao Lingrong, 2 years."

"Picture of Shanghe River on Qingming Festival, Zhang Zeduan, 0 years."

The answer given by the holy ring was like a bolt from the blue, and Lei's Yang Jing almost smoked his head.

"Qing, Qing, Qing... Qingming Shanghe Tu?! Zhang Zeduan painted the one who returned his sister?" Yang Jing almost howled with a throat.

"If there is a picture of Zhang Zeduan's River on the Qingming Festival, who painted the "Painting of the River on the Qingming Festival" in the Palace Museum? It is the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan that is widely recognized by everyone! But the holy ring can't be wrong. ...Could it be...Is it that even the "Surfing the River on the Qingming Festival" in the Palace Museum's collection is also imitated by later generations?" Almost in an instant, Yang Jing's mind turned countless times, but it didn't matter. He turned his mind into a high-speed motor, and he couldn't understand why he would have a picture of Zhang Zeduan's "Shang Zeduan" in his hands.

"Brother Yang, are you okay?" A voice that seemed to come from a very far away, dragged out Yang Jing, who was thinking at a high speed.

Yang Jing shook his head, let out a sigh of relief, squeezed out a smile on his face to cover up his inner shock, and then said: "It's okay, it's just that I suddenly remembered something else."

"Oh, it's fine. Brother Yang, I've been waiting for you at home today."

Zhao Zheng is obviously urging you to "hurry home and get the money"........

Yang Jing cleared up his confused thoughts, smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, Auntie, don't worry, I will leave now, and I will definitely be back before noon."

In fact, if Zhao Zheng’s family has a bicycle, Yang Jing is confident that he will return within two hours, but in this era, bicycles are out of the box, and ordinary families cannot buy bicycles. Just a bicycle ticket can kill most people.

The three-wheeled car that Zhao Zheng rode in the morning was also assembled by Zhao Zheng and his father a few years ago. The frame of the car was welded by Zhao Zheng and his father himself in the factory. The wheels of the car were all scraps. Bought from the purchase station. On this point, Zhao Zheng told Yang Jing himself on the way.

Don't look at the tricycle for fiddle, but Zhao Zheng and his father and son can't handle this bike...

So Yang Jing could only walk to the long-distance station on the second bus, and then wandered around for a whole morning before returning to Zhao Zheng's house leisurely. In the presence of Zhao Zheng and Zhao Zheng’s mother, he took it out of his trouser pocket. A new quack of "great unity".

Seeing the great unity, the mothers naturally ignored Yang Jing and the painting. You can count them and I will count them again. The more you count, the happier...

While the mother and the wife were counting the money, Yang Jing found a few old newspapers to wrap the thick and excessive scroll, and wrapped it several times in succession. Then, regardless of the heat, his hands were tightly wrapped around his chest. Before, I was afraid that this painting "flyed".

Just kidding, there is an authentic picture of Zhang Zeduan's "A Picture of the River on the Qingming Festival" hidden in this scroll. If this painting is really Zhang Zeduan's authentic works, it would be worthless to describe its value...

"Auntie, Brother Zhao, you have no problem with the money? If there is no problem, I will take this painting away..." Yang Jing really can't stand the girls and count them endlessly there. Nothing, only then interrupted the wife's counting of money.

"Oh, oh..." Hearing Yang Jing's words, Zhao Zheng's mother was a little embarrassed immediately, "With this money, there is hope for my old man's illness, son, thank you, madam. You are the savior of our old Zhao family..."

The old lady said, this leg softened and she wanted to kneel again. Yang Jing quickly clamped the scroll with one arm, and then freed up a hand to support the old lady at once.

"Madam, if you continue to do this, I won't buy this painting."

Zhao Zheng collected the money and held Yang Jing's hand tightly with both hands. A man in his thirties was choked with speech.

Yang Jing didn't want to accompany them to talk more here. The scroll under the creaking nest seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. He didn't have the mind to waste time here.

"Brother Zhao, Auntie, it's not too early. I have to go back and let my grandpa take a look at this painting. If it's too late, I won't be able to catch the car to Jiangning at noon."

"Oh, you kid, if you don't catch up, you won't be able to catch up. Eat from the aunty, and the aunty will cook for you."

"Still, auntie, I really want to go back quickly, my mother is still at home waiting for me."

It took another few minutes for the pulling and pulling, and finally the two of Zhao Zheng and Yang Jing did not keep Yang Jing.

When Yang Jing went out, he immediately waved his head back and speeded up his walking, for fear that the wife would catch up again.

After going out for about a mile, after turning several turns, he saw a public toilet on the side of the road, and when he looked at an empty space, Yang Jing got in with his head. Sure enough, there was no one inside, so he didn't hesitate to activate the "Limited Time and Space Shuttle" skill, returning to the original time and space in an instant.

It's ridiculous to say that this is the first time that Yang Jing has used the "Restricted Time and Space Shuttle" skill in a public toilet. Back on the bed in the original time and space, the tip of the nose can still smell a stinky odor...

But Yang Jing didn’t care about those anymore, got up and got out of bed, turned on the light in the room, pulled the bed aside, and then pulled the coffee table. There was an empty space in the room immediately, and then from the storage space I took out the scroll I had just acquired.

This scroll is rather thick, especially the scrolls used for mounting on both ends, which are somewhat different from most scrolls used for mounting.

The main reason is that these two scrolls are too thick, with a diameter of fifteen centimeters. Yang Jing has never seen such a thick scroll before.

The shaft of the scroll is obviously made of red sandalwood, but the middle should be hollowed out, otherwise the weight will not be so light. But even the hollow red sandalwood scrolls shouldn't be so thick. This is really very, very unreasonable.

Yang Jing put on his gloves and opened the painting again very carefully. The living room and dining room of the daily rental house that Yang Jing rented are connected together, which makes the house transparent from the north to the south. There is a full distance of ten meters from the back balcony to the front balcony.

The ground is covered with wooden floors, which are very clean. Therefore, after Yang Jing opened the painting on the wooden floor, he was able to open all of the six-meter-long scroll at one time.

After opening, Yang Jing slowly walked from the north end to the south end, and when he reached the scroll on the southern end, the reaction of the holy ring was the strongest.

Right now, Yang Jing had a score in his heart.

Obviously, there is a problem with the drawing axis on this side.

"If you guessed it correctly, the original picture of Zhang Zeduan's "A Picture of the River on the Qingming Festival" should be hidden in this scroll!" Yang Jing muttered to herself.

Immediately, Yang Jing activated the "Sky Eye" ability to see through. Sure enough, in this scroll, there was hidden a roll of silk wrapped in some silk. Although it is impossible to see clearly what was painted on the silk, Yang Jing can already be sure that the silk hidden in the scroll should be the original picture of Zhang Zeduan's "Shanging the River on Qingming Festival".

However, just when Yang Jing was about to destroy the scroll and find out the "A Picture of the River on the Ching Ming Festival", he hesitated again, and then stopped his actions.

"You can't just find this painting in such a simple way. The "Surfing the River at 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, this painting You have to find out in front of some well-known calligraphy and painting people! If you rashly find out this painting, it will be hard to convince the public!"

Yang Jing thought for a while, and then used the "eyes of the sky" to look at another scroll. Sure enough, there was something hidden in that scroll, but there weren't many things, it seemed to be some paper or something.

However, these papers were also wrapped in some silk, and Yang Jing couldn't read the words clearly.

Carefully rolled up the six-meter-long picture scroll again, although it is clear that this old painting that has been preserved for more than 800 years is a very wrong way to open it so often. This will affect the painting. It caused great harm, but Yang Jing couldn't care about it at this time.

Compared to the "A Picture of the River on the Qingming Festival", which is very likely to be authentic, the "Picture of the Great River in Jiangning" by Zhao Lingrong is nothing.

Yang Jing also knew about Zhao Lingrong. Zhao Lingrong was a famous painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. He was the fifth-generation grandson of Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, and Song Huizong Zhao Ji was the fifth-generation grandson of Song Taizong Zhao Guangyi. Therefore, Zhao Lingrong and Zhao Ji are cousins ​​of the same generation.

Zhao Lingrong not only has royal blood, but also a famous calligrapher and painter in the Northern Song Dynasty. It is recorded that "Zhao Lingrong loved calligraphy and calligraphy when he was young, and was rich in literary accomplishments. His family has famous paintings from the Jin and Tang Dynasties. He interacted with painters and literati. Song Huizong Zhao Ji also interacted with him when he was the king of Duan, and exchanged paintings with him. art."

Even the well-known Su Shi admired his calligraphy and painting. After Zhao Ji became the emperor, he often discussed painting skills with Zhao Lingrong, which is enough to prove Zhao Lingrong's high status in the painting and calligraphy circles of the Northern Song Dynasty.

"It's just that how could Zhao Lingrong paint such a poor "Jiangning Dajiang Map"? At this level, it is far from Zhao Lingrong's reputation! Also, Zhao Zheng clearly said that this painting was painted by his ancestors. , Is this Zhao Zheng actually a descendant of Zhao Lingrong?"

Yang Jing's mind is a little confused~lightnovelpub.net~ But if you think about it, it seems that it is not impossible that Zhao Lingrong is the ancestor of Zhao Zheng.

First of all, they are all surnamed Zhao; secondly, Zhao Lingrong is not like his short-lived brother who only lived 32 years old. Zhao Lingrong seems to have lived for a long time. It seems that he followed Zhao Go to Jiangnan and died in the early Southern Song Dynasty. of. What if Zhao Lingrong stayed in Jiankang Mansion (now Jinling) for a while when he went south, leaving behind offspring?

Who can say this kind of thing accurately?

I just don't know how Zhang Zeduan's "Surfing the River on Qingming Festival" will be in the axis of the "Map of Jiangning River" painted by Zhao Lingrong.

Thinking that the pieces of paper hidden in the other scroll are likely to record the secrets in it, Yang Jing felt that there were seven or eight kittens in his chest, and he was scratching and scratching there... ..