When Yan Qi stepped out from sitting in Xia Juli, he was meeting Young Master Yan Jiu who had just come back from outside, and the two of them looked at each other, and they saw something in each other's eyes that was not quite the same as before.

"Where are you going?" Young Master Yan Jiu asked first.

Only then did Yan Qi realize that this thing didn't seem to be talking and walking slowly anymore from now—when did it start? It seems to be the day when it suddenly grew up.

"Go find Uncle. Yan Qi replied to him.

"Is there anything I should know first?" her brother said softly when she grew up, but the look in her eyes was clearly "I want to know everything, tell me quickly!"

"Hmm, I have to talk to my uncle about this matter before I know if there is a score or not, why don't you go back to the room first and wash it up and wait for me?" Yan Qidao.

Young Master Yan Jiu suddenly ignored his sister, raised his hand and pressed it on her head and entered the door.

Yan Qi walked out of the bamboo forest outside the summer residence and walked along the frozen lake in the direction of the back garden.

In the huge back garden, there is only one place where people can live, which is Yan Zike's half-edge residence.

At this time, he had not yet returned to the house, so Yan Qi was not in a hurry to go to Banyuanju, and only slowly walked in the garden under the moonlight.

"My ancestors love calligraphy," Min Xuewei's light voice seemed to be echoing in her ears at the moment, "My lifelong hobby is to collect the authentic works of celebrities, or the calligraphy of the world's calligraphers. Among the younger generations in my family, my ancestors loved me the most, so since I was a child, I often taught me personally, especially calligraphy, not only teaching me to write on paper, but also explaining to me the structure, meaning, characteristics, and even the life of words.

"Therefore, I think I have a deeper understanding of writing than my contemporaries and even the older generation, and I am also good at distinguishing between authentic and forgery of famous people, and in this regard, my ancestors said that I was quite talented.

"A few years ago, when I didn't know you, one day your mansion held a banquet, our family was invited, after the luncheon, the guests entertained themselves, in order to get rid of a boring entanglement, I had no intention of avoiding a pavilion in the back garden, at that time there was no one in the pavilion, I wanted to stay a little longer, and then leave when the boring person was far away. On the right hand side of the Xuan Xie is a study, very elegantly furnished, there are several celebrity calligraphy and paintings on the wall, out of habit, I carefully distinguish the authenticity.

Of course, there is no doubt that they are genuine, and there are two of them that are even the few works of Ouyang Xian, a calligrapher who has not been found by his ancestors for many years. It's a pity that the gentleman doesn't like people, and these two treasures will not be willing to sell them if they want to come to the master's house, so I don't have the idea of asking to buy them for my grandfather.

After reading for a long time, I felt that the more I looked at it, the more I liked it, and I was addicted to it for a while, so I took the paper and pen on the table, imitated it according to the real handwriting, and then took another piece of paper, and found that there were several pages of written notes on the table, and I picked it up and looked at it, but saw that it was another page of Ouyang Xian's authentic handwriting.

"But in an instant, I knew that it was a forgery, because Ouyang Xian was an ancient man a hundred years ago, the handwriting of the ancients, the paper would not be so new, and looking at the ink, I knew that it was written at most ten days ago, but then I looked at the handwriting, and I was surprised to find that this trace was indeed from Ouyang Xian!

"I am still quite confident in my ability to identify handwriting, but after repeated and careful identification, I have to come to the conclusion with great surprise that this page is indeed the same as Ouyang Xian's handwriting.

"But I also know very well that this page could never be written by Ouyang Xian himself, so I can only say that this person who imitates Ouyang Xian's handwriting is really incredible, and he can imitate other people's words so that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"I thought that this imitator was an obsessive person with Ouyang Xian's calligraphy, so I could figure out his handwriting so vividly, so I flipped through the other calligraphy on the table, and then I was frightened.

"On these notes on the table, there are the authentic writings of Yan Yiqing, the authentic writings of Monk Huaiwen, the authentic writings of Liu Weng, the authentic writings of Su Fengrun, and the ......

"I can be sure that these handwriting are imitations, but they are so vivid that they are the same as the real ones, and I can believe that someone can imitate the handwriting of a certain calligrapher to the point where it is almost unreal, but I can't believe that this person can imitate all the calligraphy masters in completely different fonts to the extent that it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

"At that time, my mood was not amazing, not admiration, but ...... Fear.

"This is beyond my knowledge of ordinary people, I hope that my identification is wrong, because the problem of experience and skill does not see the small difference, out of the intention of not believing, but hoping to be sure, I took out one of the pages, folded it and hid it on my body, wanting to bring it back to the house for my ancestors to do another identification.

"Because of the fear and curiosity I had about this man, I wanted to know who he was, so I found his personal seal in the drawer under the table, and I didn't want to pick it up when I was about to pick it up and look at it, when the parrot on the parrot stand suddenly flew over, and landed on the pen stand on the table, and then tilted its head to stare at me, I don't know if it was because I was a little weak and scared at that time, but I felt that the parrot's gaze was very cold, and then I heard it say to me:

"'Who are you?'"

Banyuanju does not lock the door every day, when Yan Zike is not there, Yan Qi will occasionally go to his study to read a few books, and in the past, when the eldest young master Yan was forced to read and had a rebellious heart, and when the fourth young master Yan made trouble at home to avoid the punishment of the eldest wife, he would also run here to avoid the limelight and try to be clean.

There is a light in the study, and the master is not there, so there is no need to turn on the lights. Sizhi came up with hot tea and Yan Qi's favorite snacks, and by the way, he added a few pieces of new charcoal to the charcoal basin in the house, picked up Yan Zike's favorite glass lamp, and Sizhi closed the door and retreated.

The parrot narcissus, squatting on the shelf, tilted his head and looked at Yan Qi, Yan Qi beckoned to it, and it flew over and landed on the table.

Yan Qi took a small comb to comb its feathers, and it obediently did not move, enjoying it all over its face.

"Scheming birds. Yan Qi said it, "It turns out that it will be said that it is not just 'An'an'. ”

"An'an, An'an!" Narcissus cried out happily.

"Okay, okay. Yan Qi touched its bird's head, "It's good if you're happy." ”

Narcissus happily accepted Yan Qi's caresses, and Yan Qi brushed it while holding her chin to look at Yan Zike's study.

She was all too familiar with all the arrangements in this study, the irregular bookshelves carved into the knots of dragons, the Xiumei cloud head case with a dark purple sheen, the Luohan bed in which Yan Zike often nested lazily, and the calligraphy and paintings of celebrities on the walls that were updated from time to time.

Yan Qi doesn't know much about calligraphy, and the calligraphy she learned since she was a child is the thin gold calligraphy that Yan Zi Ke wants, and in addition, the only thing she can identify is regular script, official script, line script and cursive script.

So she never paid serious attention to everything related to calligraphy and calligraphy in this room.

Right now, there are stacks of paper notes stacked on the beautifully shaped cloud head case.

Regardless of whether it is morning or night, practice writing is only a matter of time.

No matter how outstanding a calligrapher is, no matter how accomplished a literati and ink artist, he will never relax his practice of calligraphy at any time.

Yan Xiaojiu has to practice more than a dozen characters every night before going to bed, and Yan Ziheng, the third master, is still practicing blindly.

So it's not surprising that Yan Zike often practices calligraphy.

It's just that Yan Qi never cared about his calligraphy practice.

Yan Qi didn't plan to go through those notes, Yan Zike's desk would always have a stack of papers, just put it in such a fair place, and Banyuanju never locked the door, anyone could come and go.

He didn't mind being found out that he had such an amazing specialty.

Liangzhi is good at imitating other people's handwriting, but the words he writes can't be placed on Yan Zike's desk.

So this is Yan Zike's specialty, just like Young Master Yan Jiu's unforgettable, just like Cui Xi's skillful skills, this is their unique talent, although it is jaw-dropping, but it is not bizarre.

Yan Zike does have an unusual sensitivity and understanding of "characters", he can judge a person's age, gender, personality, physical characteristics, and even family environment and life experience by handwriting, and has solved many cases, such as the murder of the school doctor when Yan Qicai first entered Jinxiu, and for example, Zheng Xianren's judgment when he framed her and Xiao Chen with a note.

But what does this mean?

"I'll take the hidden slip back and ask my ancestor to identify it," Min Xuewei said, "The conclusion given by my ancestor is that it is flawless." That is to say, even if it is brought to the owner of the original work, it cannot be distinguished, and this character is the same as what the original owner wrote, without the slightest difference.

"The ancestor was also quite surprised by this, so one day he took me to visit in person, and the ancestor thought that the person who had this ability should be Mr. Jingxu, and met to ask if it was not, and then he knew that the person who wrote this word turned out to be Lord Yan.

"When Mr. Jingxu led the ancestor and me to the Xuan Pavilion in the back garden, it happened that Lord Yan was there, but he seemed to have just drunk wine, and he was full of wine.

And just as he was writing, I accidentally saw the stack of practice notes piled on his desk, and the one on the top, the handwriting was beautiful, obviously a woman's handwriting, and then looking at the ink, it was damp, and it was obvious that he was copying this woman's words before I arrived with my ancestor.

"It's not strange to imitate other people's words, but to my great surprise, I am very familiar with this woman's words, because I often correspond with her, and discuss poetry and songs in my letters, she is a member of the Poetry Society of the Splendid Academy, and a member of the self-established poetry society of the official concubines in Beijing, and I am also a member, so I often exchange letters with her on poetry and books.

"Her handwriting can only be called Juan Xiu at best, and it is not even superior in the circle of ladies and girls, so I extremely don't understand why her handwriting is imitated by Lord Yan, and why her handwriting is obtained by Lord Yan.

"Then something happened, although I was surprised, but I didn't think much about it, until one day I saw Lord Yan again, and his attitude made me suspicious.

"That incident was on the twenty-sixth day of the first month of that year, and the woman with whom I often corresponded murdered a fellow member of the Poetry Society in Chiba Temple, and this woman was named Li Taoman.

"Later, at the Purple Yang Immortal Pavilion on the Imperial Island, I saw Lord Yan again, and from the way he looked at me, I noticed the 'strangeness' in his eyes, I didn't believe that a character like him would have such a poor memory, and it had been less than seven months since the last face-to-face conversation.

"I also thought, maybe he was drunk at that time, so he didn't remember, and then watched the process of his case, and suddenly thought of Li Taoman's case, and through inquiry, I learned that the case was also the case he solved at the scene, I don't know how this has to do with his imitation of Li Taoman's handwriting.

"Later, a certain adult invited a birthday banquet, the host of the banquet asked Lord Yan to give a word, Lord Yan wrote a pair of birthday wishes, I was present at the time, and saw the thin gold body used by Lord Yan, not imitating the handwriting of any celebrity, but this is not the point, the point is that he holds the pen posture, and the ancestor took me to visit the time to ask for words, completely different.

"Even if the posture of holding the pen is slightly different because of the different fonts written, there are always similarities, but the posture of holding the pen twice is completely different, judging the two of them.

"If I don't think about whether it is reasonable or not, I even feel that the Yan I met for the first time is not the same person as the Yan I saw later. ”

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