"This is a picture of Empress Hyo Kang-kyung playing in the snow when she was young, and it looks like the background is about to the south, because there is a fallen feather cedar in the lower left corner of the back. Just look at this painting, the snow scene is majestic, but look closely at her clothes, the lines are delicate and soft, but there is a slight rigidity that violates the harmony, Empress Xiaokangjing tried very hard to be exactly the same as the original when she copied it, but the woman's strength lost a few points, and you can still see a slight difference if you look closely. Zhu Youzhu rarely said so much, and his tone was soft and lingering, full of nostalgia. The old man looked at the young man curiously, surprised by the certainty in his words. Even historians rarely express an ancient event with such certainty, most of them guess the scene at that time, imagine the scene at that time, and this young man, as if telling a scene he has seen with his own eyes, his words are moving.

"Young man, why haven't I seen you, which unit are you from?" the old man thought that he was a colleague, a junior of the Institute of History.

"I'm ...... Actor. Zhu Youzhu positioned himself like this.

The old man had a regretful expression on his face: "It's a pity, you are interested in this, and you know so much, do you want me to recommend you to our institute?"

Zhu Youzhu shook his head without hesitation and politely rejected the old man's suggestion, he was not interested in other people's history.

The old man looked at the painting with a look of pity, and looked at the young man still fixedly, and asked: "How do you know a lot, do you often come to see this painting?" I often come to see it, every time I look at it, I feel uncomfortable once, thinking about how happy Xiaozong should be when he paints this painting, why I will always be depressed for a while after I see it, as soon as you say it, I will understand, when Empress Xiaokangjing copied Xiaozong's painting, Xiaozong must have passed away. Speaking of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, it is really the only one in history, he only married the wife of Empress Xiaokangjing in his life, there are no concubines in the harem, and the husband and wife respect each other like guests. Xiaozong himself is diligent and loves the people, generous and benevolent, and frugal, but unfortunately God is jealous of talents, and Xiaozong died early ......"

Zhu Youzhu listened to the old man's evaluation of himself, and he had mixed tastes. According to modern thinking, the emperor is his own profession, and doing his job well is nothing to show off. Are you jealous of talent?...... , no, I have lived for more than 30 years as a sick body, and it is God's mercy.

The old man talked for a long time, and when he saw that the young man was listening carefully, he was quite happy in his heart. Many young people do not have such patience and will dislike the nagging of the elderly. At that moment, the old man invited Zhu Youzhu to his home as a guest, and said mysteriously: "I have a lot of good things in my collection, young man, do you want to come and see it?"

Zhu Youzhu pointed to the painting in the frame and asked directly, "If I want to collect this, what should I do?"

The old man was so frightened that he waved his hand again and again, "Young man, this is the Museum of City B, you can't take anything with you, let alone this painting, don't worry about it, it's also a blind thought." ”

Zhu Youzhu was noncommittal, staring at the painting and muttering, "What if I have to?"

The old man said patiently: "It's all said that it's impossible." ”

"What if...... I exchange things with them?" Zhu Youzhu turned his head and looked at the old man seriously.

The old man raised his eyes to look at this young man with a serious face, and saw that he didn't seem to be talking big, so he asked, "Do you have any antiques that are more precious than this thing?"

I don't know if the jewels he brought are antiques, Zhu Youzhu still nodded, the old man became more and more excited, and stepped forward and asked, "Are you sure it's more precious than this?" If you really have it, I'll introduce you to the curator." ”

Zhu Youzhu took out his wallet from his pocket, there was a bead buried in the mezzanine of the wallet, Zhu Youzhu pinched the bead and put it in front of the old man's eyes, "This way, is it okay?" Li Zhuozhuo is going to school, which was originally intended to be given to her.

The beads are like a drop of bright red blood under the illumination of the light, gorgeous and thick, faintly fragrant with ink, this is a rare treasure! The old man knew at a glance that this thing was worth a lot of money, but he still shook his head and said: "One of these things is still not enough......

"Ten, twenty?" Zhu asked.

"How many do you have?!"

"How much does it take to get this?" Zhu Youzhu pointed to the painting, which really shocked the old man, "Come on, young man, I'll take you to see the curator now." ”

Zhu Youzhu nodded, put the beads in his pocket, and the old man glared and asked, "Such a good thing, why don't you find a handkerchief to wrap it." ”

Zhu Youzhu nodded and replied, "What the old gentleman said is that I remember." ”

The old gentleman shook his head regretfully, walked forward, looked back and saw that the young man had not followed, and urged: "Come on, what are you still in a daze, come with me to meet the curator." ”

Zhu Youzhu took a deep look at the snow map in the cover, and raised his heel on the old man to the second floor. The old man walked very slowly, and he was not in a hurry with his crutches, and Zhu Youzhi shrank his steps and followed. The old man found the director's office with ease, and after knocking on the door and entering, the old gentleman sitting inside had already stood up with a smile: "Brother Zhan, why do you have time to come to me?"

Zhan Lao smiled and poked the ground with his crutches, pretending to be dissatisfied: "Why, I can't come to sit with you if it's okay." ”

"How come, Brother Zhan, you're here, it's shining, sit down, sit down. The curator hurriedly beckoned Zhan Lao to sit down, pointed to the man behind Zhan Lao and asked, "Who is this? Is this Brother Zhan's grandson?"

"Haha, no, no, this is a little friend of mine, he is here, he has something to discuss with you. Before Zhan Lao's words fell, Zhu Youzhu stepped forward and stared at the curator and said seriously: "I want the painting of Xiaozong, you make a price." ”

The curator's smile froze on his face, and he turned his head and asked Zhan Lao: "Old brother, you little friend......

Zhan Lao smiled and explained: "He likes Xiaozong's painting very much and wants to keep it private, so I took him to ask." ”

"Brother, you know, this is a national museum, and it's not up to me to decide what is displayed in it, especially for a collector like him, if he sees something, he can take away something, and I, the curator, don't have to do it. The curator looked at Zhu Youzhu with a displeased face, and educated: "Young people, if you like to watch, come and walk more, the museum has the rules of the museum, you can take what you want, it's naïve!"

Zhu Youzhu didn't want to greet the ink, whether it was governing the country or fighting, he was always decisive and had a clear goal. He took out the blood-dripping bead from his pocket and spread it in the palm of his hand, put it in front of the curator's eyes and said, "Use this to exchange with you, if it's not enough, there are others." ”

The curator's pupils dilated in surprise, staring at the beads in front of him with some disbelief, he found a magnifying glass from the table and looked at Zhu Youji's palm.

"I also know that it is not easy to get something from the museum, but if he doesn't have something better, I don't dare to bring it to you. There is also the painting of Xiaozong, my little friend is very sure that it was not painted by Xiaozong, but actually painted by Empress Xiaokangjing, and it is really inappropriate to put it in the position of Xiaozong. Zhan Lao explained with a smile that if he could see Dong Shouyao like this, the matter would be half the success.

"Where did you get this thing?" the curator put on gloves very professionally, carefully pinching the small beads and looking through them.

Zhu Youzhu put the beads into the curator's hand and replied: "The ancestors handed down some at home, and there are still some at home, and they are exchanged for the paintings of Empress Xiao Kangjing." ”

The curator praised while observing the beads, nodded and said: "Good things, good things, good things, good things, good things, but the weight of this bead is still not enough, like this, at least five can be exchanged for Xiaozong's paintings." And also...... You said that the painting was not made by Xiaozong, I still need to find another expert to see, if it is really painted by Empress Xiaokangjing......"

Zhu Youzhu nodded, knowing what the curator meant by the words hidden, since the curator was relieved, then he had to take out something that could be exchanged for the painting of Zhen Zhen, not too much...... , not too bizarre.

"I'll go back and get my stuff and come back tomorrow. Zhu Youzhu wanted to say goodbye and go back to S City, but Zhan Lao called him: "Young man, I don't know what your name is?"

"Zhu Zhen. Zhu Youzhu replied, nodded at Zhan Lao, and turned to leave.

The curator said to Zhan Lao with a heartache: "Brother, have you seen it, that person just put the beads in his pocket casually, that's a baby, a real baby, why don't you know how to cherish it." ”

"It means that he doesn't care about this thing yet, let's take the painting to the research institute now, and find a few guys to look at it again." Zhan Lao urged.

"Yes, yes, let's go now, if it is really painted by Xiaozong himself, he will have to exchange ten beads. The curator's little eyes were full of calculating brilliance.

............

Zhu Youji's trip to City B ended in a hurry, and after leaving the museum, he went straight to the train station, and took the fastest train back to City S at 11 o'clock in the evening. The house was pitch black, and the old man had already fallen asleep, so Zhu Youzhu went upstairs lightly and took out the wooden box containing those jewels and jade from the safe that the old man bought for him. Golden silk fragrant wood inlaid cicada jade bead hairpin, one-color palace makeup thousand leaves gold peony jewelry, exquisite point emerald grass head insect inlaid with beads silver hairpin, tired silk bead hairpin, royal blue point emerald beads, exquisite point emerald grass head insect inlaid beads, purple jade gold, tired silk silver phoenix...... These are all jewelry that Zhen Zhen has worn and cannot be given to the museum. Sheep fat jade, purple cloud beads, jasper beads...... There were also these blood droplets with him, thinking of Zhan Lao's regretful expression at that time, Zhu Youzhu still went to dig out a small wooden box, put a thick layer of Ling Xue jokes underneath, and put twenty beads of all sizes in it.

On the second day, Old Man Ling was very surprised to find that the godgrandson who went to City B actually appeared on the breakfast table, rubbed his eyes and asked in disbelief: "You just went for a day and came back?"

Zhu Youzhu nodded and replied, "Come back and get something, I have to go there after eating." ”

Old Man Ling sat across the dining table and asked, "What's wrong, is something wrong?"

Zhu Youzhu shook his head, "It's nothing", he couldn't say it clearly for a while, and there was no need to tell the old man, the old man had told him not to mess around with those things.

Old Man Ling sighed: "You, you, I don't want to say anything...... , But you just threw Zihan's girl at home the day before yesterday, and when I came back, she was still crying, Ah Ji, can you ...... "Be a little nicer to others?"