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After two hours, the treatment ended.

Zhou Fangqing put on her pants and found that Qin Chuan was sweating profusely, and his lips were a little pale, and he seemed to be very tired.

"Qin Chuan, are you okay?" The woman asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm a little tired these days".

Qin Chuan smiled reluctantly, he had just suffered an internal injury, and he violently used his true qi to treat the woman, it was really a big injury!

Zhou Fangqing was very guilty and moved, and her eyes were moist.

"It's all my fault, I didn't think about your body, treating me like this, it should hurt your body, right? If you take a break and come back, I've been waiting for more than ten years anyway, and I don't care about a month or two," Zhou Fangqing said softly.

Qin Chuan reached out and touched the woman's forehead, "Don't be stupid, how can it be so serious, it will be fine in a few days." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Chuan realized that he seemed to be acting too intimately.

Sure enough, Zhou Fangqing shrank like a frightened rabbit, her face crimson.

Speaking of which, Zhou Fangqing is several years older than Qin Chuan, and she can be regarded as a light mature woman regardless of her appearance or figure.

But because the woman is in a wheelchair, she doesn't go out much, and she is taken care of all the year round, but she is like a little sister, which is pitiful.

Qin Chuan coughed dryly twice, realizing that the atmosphere was a little ambiguous, Shanshan smiled and said, "Fangqing, let's go out, I'm hungry."

"Hmm......" Zhou Fangqing felt her heart beat faster, and replied like a mosquito.

Unconsciously, she had already listened to Qin Chuan's words, her mind was confused, and she didn't know what to think.

When the two came to the living room, Zhou Yunfeng hurriedly stepped forward to inquire about the treatment.

"Mr. Qin, is there still one round of treatment, and Qing'er will recover?"

"Next, I can start doing rehabilitation training, and next week I will do another radical treatment course, and I will be able to return to a normal state within a month," Qin Chuan said.

Zhou Yunfeng excitedly bowed to the heavens with both hands, "It's really the blessing of the ancestors, if it weren't for Mr. Qin, Qing'er would be in danger."

Sun Wei looked at Qin Chuan coldly from the side, and when he thought that this stinky boy still had to watch Zhou Fangqing's **, he hated it so much.

But he also knew that Zhou Fangqing's recovery still needed Qin Chuan, so he had to endure it first.

"Qing'er, look at the gift I brought back to you from England", Sun Wei showed a princely sunny smile and sent the calligraphy to Zhou Fangqing.

The woman just glanced at it, and her beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, and she recognized the handwriting, "Is this Mi Fu's 'Hongxian Poetry Scroll'!?" ”

"Qing'er, you are really a good eye, I know you like the grass of the calligraphy, this Mi Fu's large-character calligraphy is very rare.

I also managed to spend two million pounds from an old collector to buy this poster for you, and I wish you a speedy recovery! Sun Wei's face was full of sincerity.

Zhou Fangqing is an associate professor of archaeology, very interested in ancient culture, see this Mi Fu calligraphy, immediately observed seriously, no mood to eat.

After Qin Chuan glanced at the calligraphy, he pursed his lips and ran directly to the dining table, eating and drinking.

Zhou Fangqing suddenly remembered that the pen words written by Qin Chuan that day were full of charm, and couldn't help asking: "Qin Chuan, why don't you come and take a look, Mi Fu's calligraphy works are very rare."

"Qing'er, I guess Doctor Qin can't understand this kind of calligraphy art, this is an elegant art that only a talented woman like you can understand."

Sun Wei chuckled, belittled Qin Chuan, and praised Zhou Fangqing by the way.

Qin Chuan turned his head, holding a chicken leg in one hand and a glass of Coke in the other, and shook his head gently.

"Originally, I didn't plan to expose you, since you said so, then let me ask you, what kind of elegance is it for you to show Fang Qing a fake?"

"Fakes?" Zhou Yunfeng and Zhou Fangqing were both surprised.

Sun Wei frowned, and said angrily: "Doctor Qin, this is what I spent more than two million pounds to ask an expert to identify, and you are disrespecting me and Qing'er by talking nonsense like this!" ”

"Come on, if you didn't do it on purpose, then you were killed by someone, and the expert and the seller will pit you together", Qin Chuan bit the chicken leg again.

Sun Wei snorted coldly, "Doctor Qin, your medical skills are very clever, but this antique calligraphy and painting, I believe Qing'er has more insights." Qing'er, take a closer look, this word is not Mi Fu's! ”

Zhou Fangqing hesitated and analyzed it carefully......

"Chang'an is here again, when will the old man be restored to the east.

The title pillar Bian Zhou is really old, and he has no career to play the skin.

These lines of poetry are indeed the words of the Hongxian poetry scroll, and they will never be wrong.

And this copybook, the priority of each word is properly grasped, the sense of rhythm is very strong, and the ink is dry and wet, which is natural. With Mi Fu's style, "the pen is dry but not scattered", completely consistent. ”

Zhou Fangqing looked at Qin Chuan suspiciously, "Whether the paper material is good or ink, in my experience, it is indeed a calligraphy work in the Northern Song Dynasty, and I can't see that it is a fake."

Sun Wei clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Or Qing'er, you have insight, of course this is the real thing, how can I fool Qing'er with an axe."

"Hey......" Qin Chuan sighed, took the chicken leg and pointed to the payment of the notebook, "Then don't you think it's strange when you look at the time of this payment?"

"When?"

Zhou Fangqing read it, "Huizong Chongning has not been in the second year...... Is there a problem with this timing? Mi Fu was indeed an official when he was in Huizong. ”

Sun Wei nodded again and again, "Yes, Qing'er, I see that Doctor Qin has nothing to do at all, you don't have to pay attention to it."

"Hmph", Qin Chuan laughed, bit a chicken leg, and drank two sips of Coke before he spoke: "Huizong Chongning two years of Guiwei, is 1103 AD, when Mi Fu was fifty-three years old, serving as a doctor of calligraphy.

And Hongxian poems, is Mi Fu in Bianjing to take up a doctorate in painting and calligraphy, through Hongxian County written. This poem describes the scenery along the coast and his state of mind at that time.

At that time, it was the fifth year of Huizong Chongning, that is, in 1106 AD, when Mi Fu was fifty-six years old......"

Qin Chuan said one by one with precise time and historical materials lightly, and he came easily.

Speaking of this, Zhou Fangqing and Zhou Yunfeng finally showed a sudden look, while Sun Wei was blue and his eyes were a little flustered.

"I see!" Zhou Yunfeng said happily: "The time of this payment is three years earlier than the time when the poem came out, so it is absolutely impossible to be true!" ”

Qin Chuan nodded, "These years and historical materials are all well documented, you can compare them if you don't believe it."

I guess that it was a calligraphy master who worshiped Mi Fu at that time, a high imitation of a work, but there were some flaws in the payment, but it is also an antique fake.

"It's really an eye-opener, although my family Qing'er knows how to identify the age and style of Mobao, but she ignores the historical materials, or Mr. Qin is very knowledgeable", Zhou Yunfeng slapped a sycophant again.

Zhou Fangqing looked at the man with sparkling eyes, pursed her lips and asked with a smile: "Qin Chuan, I didn't expect you to have such a set of appreciation of ancient calligraphy and paintings, have you studied it before?" ”

"I'm not interested in learning, I learned a little bit about it," Qin Chuan said truthfully.

He was asked by the old man to read a lot of classical works since he was a child, and with his strong memory, many books that even he didn't like to read were imprinted in his mind.

Although I am not proficient in everything, I do have a wide range of knowledge.