Because this space is warm and dry, the damage to calligraphy and painting is not very large, so there is still a big gap between the techniques of calligraphy and painting restoration and the outside world.

Qin Bing's appreciation of calligraphy and painting is very high, but if he is asked to decompose this authentic painting of Zhao Mengfu, unless he destroys this painting, Qin Bing is powerless.

"Third brother, help me find a brush." After the rice soup was boiled and put in the courtyard to cool, Qin Feng said to Qin Shan.

"Qin Feng, what do you want a brush for?" Qin Jun asked with some puzzlement on the side, he was wondering in his heart, how Qin Feng, who had lived in the mountains since he was a child, understood these things.

"You'll know when you turn around." Qin Feng smiled and waved his hand, but when he saw the brush that Qin Shan brought, his face suddenly showed a look of crying and laughing.

"My third brother, you take a brush made of bristles, can this work?" Looking at the bristles on the brush, Qin Feng said, "You want a soft brush, the softer the better." ”

"Oh? I'm going to look for ......" Qin Shan agreed, turned his head and walked out again.

"Brother Qin Bing, do you have glue here?" Qin Feng turned his face and asked Qin Bing.

"Glue? Is it something that can glue things together? Qin Bing thought for a moment and said, "There is a carpenter's glue, I don't know if you are suitable for it?" ”

"Yes, bring it too!" Qin Feng nodded, although the viscosity of this rice soup is enough, the back still has to be coated with glue, otherwise it will not be so easy to uncover.

"Okay, second brother, you can help me spread out the painting......"

After everything was ready, Qin Feng asked people to move two long tables together, the length of this painting was more than three meters, and the two tables were just enough to spread out together.

With the help of Qin Jun, this ink-splashed landscape was spread on the table with its front facing and its back facing the table.

"Qin Feng. Is this okay? Qin Bing looked at Qin Bing with some suspicion holding a bowl of rice soup in his left hand and a brush in his right hand.

"Even if there is no painting in it, the damage to the painting will not be great."

Qin Feng smiled and said, "Even if Brother Qin Bing identifies this painting as Zhao Mengfu's authentic work, no one will believe it if you say it, which means that this painting is worthless." It's nothing to experiment with. ”

Qin Feng firmly believes that the painting that can make Zhao Mengfu spend so much effort to cover it up is definitely not a simple work, and its value is definitely far more than this painting.

"Okay!"

Qin Bing nodded, Zhao Mengfu's painting is not considered the top here, but if Qin Feng wants to do this with Wang Xizhi's "Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface", Qin Bing will definitely not agree.

"First of all, you need to brush up on a layer of rice soup......"

Qin Feng dipped some rice soup in the bowl with a brush, brushed it evenly on the back of the painting, and waited for about half an hour. Another layer of glue was brushed on top of the rice soup.

After waiting for about half an hour, Qin Feng tried it on the glue with his hand, and then carefully uncovered a thin slit from the top of the scroll.

The uncovered glue rice soup and a layer of yuan book paper were rolled into a cylinder, Qin Feng moved very gently to remove it, and it took Qin Feng an hour to remove a layer of more than three meters long picture scroll.

"That's good? Nothing......" Seeing Qin Feng's actions, Qin Jun asked in some surprise.

"It's still early. The yuan book paper is thicker than ordinary paper, and I am afraid that it will take more than ten ...... to uncover."

Some highly skilled craftsmen. On the rice paper, you can still uncover four or five layers, not to mention the yuan book paper, according to Qin Feng's method, I am afraid that it will really take more than ten times to completely decompose a piece of yuan book paper.

Qin Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, this job seemed to be very simple. But it's very draining, because a little bit of movement can damage the painting in the mezzanine.

"Qin Feng, why don't you come next!" With Qin Bing's comprehension in calligraphy and painting, he naturally understood when he saw Qin Feng doing this again.

"I'd better do it myself!" Qin Feng shook his head and said, "This thing is not too professional. The requirements for strength are relatively high, and I am afraid of hurting the things inside. ”

"What's really in there?" Qin Bing said in disbelief.

"There is a painting on rice paper, but I don't know what it is......

Qin Feng nodded, and after uncovering the first layer of Yuan Shu paper, he could already vaguely see that this painting was made of two Yuan Shu paper pasted together, revealing a little corner in the middle that was different from the Yuan Shu paper.

"A painting that can make Zhao Mengfu a fake collection, that must be amazing!"

When Qin Feng pointed out that it was different from the Yuan Shu paper, Qin Bing's face suddenly showed an excited look, and he kept rubbing his hands, eager to uncover the painting at once.

As the saying goes, slow work makes meticulous work, which is in response to the scene at this time, Qin Feng did not hurry to remove the layers of yuan book paper, and when he reached the eleventh floor, there was already a lamp in the wing.

"How? The painting is coming out, right? ”

Eleven layers in a row, the yuan book paper is already as thin as cicada wings, under the illumination of the light, through the most thin layer of yuan book paper, you can already clearly see the outline of a painting inside.

"It's white linen paper, this ...... This is a painting from the Tang Dynasty! ”

When he reached the eleventh layer, the paper used for the painting inside was already clearly visible, and Qin Bing recognized it at a glance, this was on the white linen paper of the painting.

Xuan paper was only made in the Song Dynasty, and in the Tang Dynasty, everyone painted on white linen paper made of hemp.

In the Tang Dynasty, the edicts drafted by the Hanlin scholars were all written on white linen paper, so the white linen paper also represented the meaning of the edict in the Tang Dynasty.

"There's the last layer." Qin Feng had only taken a few sips of water in the afternoon, his face was full of tiredness, but there was a light in his eyes, but he was a little excited.

As for the technique of hiding paintings in the paintings of the ancients, Qin Feng had only heard about it from his master in the past, and at this moment, a picture-in-picture was about to appear in front of him, and he was naturally a little excited in his heart.

"Huh? It seems to be a figure drawing? When Qin Feng removed the last layer of Yuan Shu paper, Qin Bing hurriedly slapped the lamp over and carefully checked it on the desktop.

"I can't see clearly." After a while, Qin Bing shook his head, because there was still a layer of Yuan calligraphy paper on the back of the painting, and the light transmission of the white linen paper was not very good, so it was not very clear to see.

"Qin Feng, how can you separate the paintings from the most difficult ones?"

Qin Jun was also scratching his ears and cheeks in a hurry, his two brothers were both people who loved calligraphy and painting, and as early as when Qin Feng was busy with work, he was guessing whose painting came from.

"It's easy to do." Qin Feng laughed when he heard this, and said: "The paintings in the cracks generally don't use adhesive objects, as long as the painting is opened. ”

Qin Feng asked Zhang Hu to find the iron and wooden stick he used on weekdays, gently uncovered the top of the painting and pasted it on the stick, and then rolled it forward, and the white linen paper painting suddenly broke away from the scroll.

"Light, slow down......" The Qin Bing brothers next to them were even more nervous than Qin Feng, and they didn't let out a long sigh of relief until Qin Feng rolled all the more than three-meter-long scrolls on the stick.

"Qin Feng, I have a good shaft rod here, let's put it on this!" Qin Bing also ran to his study, took three or four calligraphy and painting shafts, and placed them on the table.

"Brother Qin Bing, do you want to see what kind of painting this is?"

When I was taking the painting just now, I was too focused, and the few people around me only found that it was a figure painting, and there were Buddhist figures and generals and ladies in it, but it was still impossible to tell what the painting was.

"Qin Feng, don't tease us!"

Qin Bing spread a snow-white blanket on the long table and said, "Hurry up and spread it out, let's take a good look, who is this painting hidden by Zhao Mengfu?" ”

"Okay, the two eldest brothers are well-informed, and they just need you to appreciate it."

Qin Feng didn't talk nonsense, after letting Zhang Hu wash his hands, he gently pinched the two ends of the painting, while Qin Feng rolled the wooden stick and slowly spread the painting on the long table blanket.

"This ...... Is this a figure figure? ”

"What a picture!"

When the tip of the iceberg was revealed, the Qin soldiers and brothers exclaimed at the same time, the ancient figure paintings paid attention to the emphasis on meaning rather than form, but the characters that were revealed just now were painted vividly in the technique of blue drawing.

"This ...... It's ......"

"Big ...... Big Brother ......"

When the painting was one-third of the way through, several red bell marks appeared on the corners, and when they saw the seals clearly, Qin Bing and Qin Jun's throats gurgled at the same time, but they couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Yes...... Is it Wu Daozi's painting?! Finally, Qin Bing shouted loudly.

"What? Wu...... Wu Daozi's paintings? ”

Qin Feng, who was unfolding the painting, was stunned when he heard this, and the hand that was originally slowly rolling the wooden stick also stopped, the reason why it stopped was because Qin Feng was afraid that he would damage the scroll in a state of excitement.

"That's right, this is Wu Daozi's "Heavenly King Sending His Son"!!" Qin Bing nodded vigorously, his eyes almost touching the painting.

"Damn, Wu Daozi's painting!" Qin Feng took a few deep breaths before calming down his mood, but the movement of the painting became more and more gentle, for fear of hurting the painting!

And the Qin Bing brothers didn't care about Qin Feng at all at this time, one of them carried a lamp, guarded the one-meter-square desktop, and observed the painting with fascination.

"Isn't "The Heavenly King Sending His Son" already appeared? This...... Why is there another one here? ”

While spreading out the painting, Qin Feng was in a state of confusion for a while, and he couldn't wait to spread out the painting immediately and take a good look at it.

"That's right, it's undoubtedly ...... "The Heavenly King Sends His Son"

When Qin Feng spread out the entire painting, the sound of Qin Bing's half-crying and half-laughing voice came from his ears, and he also completed the appraisal of the painting at this time.

"Big brother, you're right, the line drawing technique is indeed the ...... of "The Heavenly King Sends His Son" can be heard, Qin Jun is also very excited at the moment, and he trembles when he speaks-

PS: The first update, ask for recommendation votes! (To be continued......)