The sky began to get brighter and brighter, and taking advantage of the remaining night, Chen Da hurried back to Chen's mansion.

Prepare to wait until dawn and tell Tang Yun'er what she saw and heard tonight. It has only been two days since he came to this era, and so many things have happened, Chen Daju did not expect.

People are wondering, will the mission before he crossed over also be a conspiracy? …… Five days ago,

In the "Guangu" private art museum, an art exhibition of calligraphy and painting collections of the Ming and Qing dynasties is underway. The nearly 1,000-square-meter art exhibition hall does not seem particularly lively, but makes visitors feel a little deserted.

This private calligraphy and painting art exhibition exhibits all the treasures of paintings from the Ming and Qing dynasties. Bada Shanren Zhu Qi's "Lonely Bird", "Sleeping Duck" and "Cat Stone Miscellaneous Flowers" were hung in a rather eye-catching place in the exhibition hall, attracting many people to stop.

Especially in the picture of "Mandarin Ducks in Bamboo and Stone", seven or eight people gathered in front of the painting, and after nodding their heads to each other, they began to express their opinions on the painting and comment on it.

"Bada Shanren was a famous painter in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and was the ninth grandson of Zhu Quan, the king of Ningxian, and was also famous in the early Qing Dynasty at that time

One of the "Four Monks in the Painting World". The other three are:

"I have my own law, I have my own I" admirer, and there is a masterpiece "Banana Chrysanthemum Bamboo Stone Picture Axis" handed down Shi Tao,

"The first person to sketch in Huangshan" - Hongren,

"The remnants of poetry and painting". An old man who looked like a scholar was pinching his gray goatee, squinting his eyes, and shaking his head from time to time and talking eloquently.

Around the rest of the people around him, they were also very cooperative, no one interrupted, and nodded and smiled from time to time, listening to the old man tell a story.

"Yes, the ink flowers and birds of the Bada Shanren are condensed with pen and ink, the image is exaggerated, and the artistic conception is cold and lonely." A thin young man with glasses, pausing when he looked at the old man, with a deep glint in his eyes, looked around at the reactions of everyone present, and saw that there was an announcement

A great opportunity to "see high" and brush up on the sense of existence, when the old man paused again, he seized the opportunity to take over the conversation.

"Contemptible people also think that in Zhu Qi's paintings, every fish and bird must be

"White eyes to people", very lonely. A handsome middle-aged man waved a fan, pointed to one of the pictures of fish and birds, and said leisurely.

"Not only that, in many of his famous paintings, there are inscriptions with obscure meanings, and the pain of losing the country is about to come out." A voice like a silver bell said.

Everyone was attracted to it, and a playful woman in an ink-style tulle shawl was walking towards this side with a smile.

It is integrated with the calligraphy and painting in the style of Ming Qing and Qing ink in the art exhibition hall, as if it has just come out of the painting.

"Grandpa, if there is such a meaningful exhibition, I won't say anything to my granddaughter." The playful woman walked coquettishly, came to the old man's side, leaned back, and leaned up.

Playfully stood on tiptoe, hooked his left ankle, held the old man's left arm with both hands and shook it, and said pretending to be angry.

"Hahaha, Mei'er, what can grandpa hide from you, you little clever ghost. But with so many uncles and elders, you can't lose your etiquette. The old man looked down at the playful girl dotingly, and winked at her.

Lan Meier understood in her heart, the uncle on the left was good, and the uncle on the right was auspicious, like a little butterfly, and shouted around everyone.

At the end, when I returned to my grandfather, I didn't forget to stick out my tongue and be naughty. The old man pinched his gray goatee and got down to business, pulling everyone's attention back from the little episode again.

said with a smile: "You are all connoisseurs, and my naughty little granddaughter is really a class with an axe, and she laughs." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, please see, although this "Swimming Fish" only takes fish as the only painting object, it is indeed the culmination of the painting style of the mountain people." The old man pointed to a lone painting of a cuttlefish on the wall and said happily.

"There is no background on the empty painting, only a lone fish. There was not a trace of water ripples or waves, but from its protruding dorsal fin, towering tail fin, and its penetrating body, it could be seen that it was twisting its body and marching forward. What is even more striking is that the eyes of the fish in the painting are intense, but the expression is complex. It is not leisurely at all, but rather gives people the feeling that while concentrating on moving forward, they are full of vigilance and even contempt for everything around them. The old man put down his hand, crossed his back behind him, and looked around at the crowd.

His gaze froze in the air for a second with the thin glasses young man, and he smiled and nodded to each other, which was considered a greeting.

The man with glasses was encouraged and even more interested, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose up, took another step towards the painting, and said confidently pointing to the painting.

"The mystery of the whole painting is in the self-titled poem in the Shanren painting." The man with glasses paused for a moment, sent a flattering look to Lan Mei'er, pretended to be Sven, and pretended to read out the self-titled poem on the painting:

"At this point, I pity the haggard people, why do I spend two or three sentences. Fixed ......"

"Dingkun Ming is in the fish, and the wood peony medicine is in Jinmachun." As soon as the man in glasses finished the last two sentences, he was interrupted by a youthful and magnetic voice in the crowd, with a bit of a lost voice.

Only then did everyone realize that once upon a time, there was such a young man in his twenties. Everyone who came was dressed in antique casual clothes, but this person was dressed in a sophisticated business suit.

Although he looks like he is only in his early twenties, he gives people a sense of elitism. The young man with glasses opened his mouth so embarrassed

"Ding" was there, and he closed it very reluctantly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Although the young man saw the unhappiness of the man in glasses, he did not pay much attention to it, and did not apologize.

shouted at the old man very casually

"Old man Blue", and super Lan Meier made a funny look. Lan Meier couldn't help but be happy, her face flushed, the last time they met was a year ago, at the military training of her college freshmen.

As a new freshman in the academy, this young man is the freshman military training instructor of their academy.

She screamed happily

"Brother Tianju", he never wanted to leave.

"Old man Lan, how can such a compelling art calligraphy and painting exhibition be missing the younger generations? It's not interesting, haha. The rhetoric is more of a joke and no blame.

The old man with a goatee, whose full name is Lan Guangu, is the organizer of this Ming and Qing Dynasty art exhibition and the founder of the Guangu Art Museum.

There is also an important identity - a professor of history in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and a senior research scholar and collector of calligraphy and painting antiques in the Ming and Qing dynasties.

The playful and lovely Lan Meier is the only granddaughter of Lan Guangu, and she is the pearl in her hand. Lan Ping, the only son of the Lan family, has no intention of calligraphy and painting, is lazy by nature, and has no enterprising heart when he is over forty years old, and has already emigrated overseas.

Therefore, Languangu has deliberately cultivated this palm pearl since he was a child, as the only heir of the Guangu Art Museum.

A hundred years later, his lifelong research and collection can be regarded as a legacy. Lan Meier has been smart and clever since she was a child, and she has never forgotten it, and under the careful cultivation of her grandfather, she has attained quite attainments in antique calligraphy and painting.

At the age of 16, he was admitted to the field of historical relics

"Whampoa Military Academy", specializing in the management of historical relics. The school is located in Jinzhou, an ancient city of civilization in the south of the Yangtze River.

Therefore, Lan Guan Gu can not only let this palm pearl inherit the mantle professionally in the future, but also see this playful granddaughter every day, no matter how you look at it, it is really a beautiful thing to kill two birds with one stone.

"Chen Daju is really you. I haven't seen you for more than a year, but today I became an uninvited guest here, and I remember that your name was not in the list of invitations sent out. Lan Guan Gu looked at this young man who had not appeared for a long time in surprise.

The two people who looked like security guards in the vicinity vigilantly touched the electric baton on their waists and came to life. Everyone present had thought that this young man was just one of the many invitees today, and they were preparing to hear about it.

Unexpectedly, the person who came was an uninvited guest, and he didn't know what was going on, he looked at each other, and he began to be vigilant, figuring out the young man's intention.

Especially the young man with thin glasses, he looked geared up, waiting to cooperate with the security guard to drive the nasty ghost out in front of him.

If it weren't for this uninvited guest, he would definitely be able to show his face in front of the pretty granddaughter of this old man blue, and brush up on his presence in front of everyone.