As soon as I heard her say this, I immediately cheered up and gathered my ears attentively. Sister Su didn't hurry to speak, but sat back in the chair, picked up an artifact, and leisurely and skillfully hooked up the ornament. I think she should really love this craft and regard it as her life and sustenance, otherwise she would not have been able to support it for so long in this harsh environment of being coerced.

Sister Su quickly finished hooking another one, and asked slowly: "Do you know the "Qingming Riverside Map"? ”

This problem is too low-level, "Qingming Riverside Map" is a long scroll of Bianliang customs map drawn by Zhang Zeduan in the Northern Song Dynasty, which depicts the panorama of the capital Bianliang in the Qingming Dynasty one by one, with detailed details and extremely high literary and historical value, which is a major treasure of the country. Anyone who has been in middle school knows the value of this painting.

However, we are obviously in a porcelain factory, and we are obviously talking about the old court, why did Sister Su suddenly get involved in such a cross-border irrelevant issue?

"Do you know where the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is now?" Sister Su asked again.

I know the answer to this question. The original copy of "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" was originally collected in the Forbidden City, and was later brought to the puppet Manchukuo by Pu Yi. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, the situation was chaotic, and countless people rushed into the puppet Manchurian palace to steal things, and this famous painting also fell to the people. It was not until the liberation of Changchun that the People's Liberation Army searched everywhere that this painting was rediscovered, first collected in the Northeast Museum, and later transferred to the Forbidden City in Beijing, where it is still there. Among the twists and turns, it has become a legend in the circle, enough to make a movie.

Sister Su bowed her head slightly approvingly, and continued: "It is rumored that there have been many copies of this painting in the past, so after it was welcomed back to the Forbidden City, the superiors mobilized a group of experts to set up an appraisal team to conduct a comprehensive appraisal of this painting. In the 51st year, the painting entered the Forbidden City, and the appraisal team was divided into two factions and debated endlessly. In the end, a respected expert made a final decision and decided that this was true, and only then did he come to a conclusion-"Speaking of this, Sister Su raised her hand and slowed down her speech," - this person is the old courtier. ”

My eyes lit up. If Lao Chaofeng participated in the identification of "Qingming Riverside Map", then his identity would be easy to find out. But after thinking about it, a question arose: "How did the old Chaofeng participate in the appraisal of the "Qingming Riverside Map", and how did he turn it into a sharp weapon to stop his death?" ”

"What if I say there's something wrong with the painting?" Sister Su said lightly.

This sentence is said lightly and smokelessly, but it is like a thunderclap in my heart. The fame of "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is too great, and if there is a problem with the authenticity of this painting, the higher authorities will definitely go to check the appraisal records and lock down the person responsible. Regardless of whether the old courtier had lost his eyes or had ulterior motives at that time, he would be ruined and would no longer be able to hide in the dark.

However, it is not that simple.

You know, although calligraphy and painting are also antiques, they are different from other antiques and have their own style. Porcelain looks at the glaze composition, bronze looks at green rust, and jade looks at the refractive index, these are all objective indicators. However, there is no objective standard for which master a painting and calligraphy comes from, and it depends more on the discriminator's vision and experience, and it is all subjective to follow the feeling. The same bamboo, you said it was painted by Zheng Banqiao, I said it didn't look like it, then it can only depend on which of us is old. Therefore, the appraisal of calligraphy and painting is sometimes a competition for qualifications and fame.

The painting "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is so important that it is difficult to overturn the initial appraisal conclusion without strong evidence. Since Sister Su is so sure that there is something wrong with this painting, then in her hand, what secret can she hold to seal her throat with a sword?

"What's wrong with this painting?" I craned my neck in anticipation.

Sister Su said, "I'm not sure. ”

I almost flashed my neck, and I waited for a long time, why did I wait for a sentence of uncertainty?

Sister Su said: "I just happen to know a little bit of the question of "Qingming Riverside Map", whether this question is true or not, it depends on you to verify." I was so disappointed that I sat back on the floor and listened for a long time, but it was just a guess, and I thought it was a big secret. When Sister Su heard me sigh, her brows furrowed, and her calm face showed anger for the first time: "Xu family boy, if you think it's useless, just treat me as if you haven't said it." Go back and wait for pie to fall. ”

I saw that Sister Su was really angry, and quickly apologized. This time I did a bad job, Lao Chaofeng is such a cunning person, it is impossible to leave a great opportunity for someone to come to the door to arrest him, if you want to deal with him, you can only seize every possibility. My expectations were a little too high, and I lost my temper for a while. I hurriedly apologized sincerely to Sister Su, and Sister Su sighed: "You kid, you are so impatient when you mention the old court, how can you deal with him like this?" I reluctantly suppressed my anxiety and urged: "Sister Su, I know it's wrong, you say it, I'll listen carefully." "I moved a few times, like a cat that saw fish on a plate but couldn't reach the table.

"If I didn't have no other choice, I wouldn't want to look for you......" Sister Su snorted coldly, and then continued, "When the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" was sent back to the Forbidden City for appraisal in 51 years, I was studying Chinese painting at that time, and the teacher who taught me almost entered the expert group. Although he could not see the real thing, he could get a little bit of information. After the appraisal results came out, he had questions, but he had a lot of concerns, and he didn't dare to say it, so he dared to confide in me. In my teacher's life, I never had the opportunity to verify this question. Now, it seems, I don't have a chance. Now I'm telling you about it, and I hope you don't let us down. ”

I didn't dare to speak rashly anymore, straightened my chest, and listened quietly with bated breath.

Sister Su put down the pen and said slowly: "If you want to explain this matter, you have to start with the inheritance of "Qingming Riverside Map". Don't you want to seek revenge on the old court? You might as well listen to it patiently. Behind this calligraphy and painting, there is also a tragic revenge story, which has a lot to do with today. ”

"Hmm." I nodded busily.

Sister Su said unhurriedly: "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival was painted by a court painter named Zhang Zeduan in the Huizong Dynasty of the Northern Song Dynasty, you know this. After Zhang Zeduan completed it, he dedicated it to Song Huizong. Song Huizong personally inscribed the five characters of "Qingming Shanghe Tu", and put a double dragon small seal on the plate, which was included in the palace. It's a pity that within a few years, Jingkang changed, and this painting fell into the hands of Jin Renzhang. Fortunately, "Qingming Riverside Map" is a supreme masterpiece, the collectors are all carefully cared for, it is between the Jin, Southern Song Dynasty, Yuan Dynasty dozens of hands, not destroyed in the war. In the Ming Dynasty, the painting first belonged to Zhu Hepo, then passed on to Xu Pu and Li Dongyang, and then fell into the hands of Lu Wan, a military secretary of the Jiajing Dynasty. Lu Wan loves "Qingming Riverside Picture" very much, and he has to enjoy it every day. Before he died, he told his wife that this painting was a family heirloom and must be collected. He didn't expect that this advice would involve a major event. ”

Sister Su's tone was flat, but when she came here, she suddenly raised her head, like telling a story. I suddenly remembered that Sister Su just said that she was studying painting in the fifth year, and it seems that before studying porcelain decoration, she was originally a Danqing saint, and calligraphy and painting were the profession. She has been imprisoned here all the year round, and she has nowhere to express her belly, so she finally caught someone who was willing to listen, and simply said it at a time.

Sister Su glanced at me and continued: "After Lu Wan's death, Mrs. Lu strictly followed her will and sewed the "Qingming Riverside Map" into the pillow, and did not leave her body for a moment, and even her own son was not allowed to touch it. This Mrs. Lu has a nephew, surnamed Wang, who is usually extremely obsessed with Danqing. He had heard that the Lu family had a collection of "Qingming Riverside Map", and he had coveted it for a long time, but because Lu Wan was too strict with it, he didn't dare to open his mouth to borrow it. finally waited until Lu Wan died, and then he went to Mrs. Lu and begged to take a look. Mrs. Lu was so entangled that she couldn't help it, so she said to him that you can only enjoy it in the attic, you are not allowed to take it, you are not allowed to bring paper and pencils, and you are not allowed to tell others. The nephew surnamed Wang agreed, went up to the attic empty-handed, looked at it dozens of times, two or three months before and after, and then, with his amazing memory, he was stunned and copied an identical one. ”

I gasped. Other landscape paintings and figure paintings are just that, "Qingming Riverside Picture" paints a panoramic view of Bianliang, with houses, boats and bridges, utensils, cattle and horses, flags and battles, and hundreds of Bianliang citizens who are not the same. This nephew can silently transcribe a picture, and his memory is really extraordinary.

Sister Su changed the topic at this time: "There is a big traitor in the Jiajing Dynasty, named Yan Song, and he has a son named Yan Shifan. Yan Shifan is a vicious person, and he likes to collect these rare paintings and calligraphy, especially the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival". Wang Chen, the emperor of the imperial history, happened to have something to ask the Yan family, so he spent 800 taels of silver to buy this facsimile from the nephew surnamed Wang, and presented it to Yan Shifan as a genuine product. Yan Shifan was very happy and asked a framer named Tomson in the mansion to frame it. As a result, Tomson saw through at a glance that this was a fake, so he used it to extort Wang Yuan for a lot of money. Wang Chen ignored him, and in a fit of anger, Tomson told Yan Shifan that the painting was a fake, and there was a huge flaw in it——"

Speaking of this, Sister Su deliberately dragged her tongue for a long time, until I eagerly stretched my neck and coughed, and then she continued: "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival depicts the Bianliang market, in which all restaurants, wine shops, houses, carriage shops, and grocery stores are all depicted very finely. One of the paintings is a gambling house, with four gamblers throwing dice around a table. There were six dice, five of which were six points up, and one was still spinning, and gamblers were screaming. Tomson told Yan Shifan that according to common sense, these gamblers should shout 'six, six, six'. In the Bianliang accent of the Song Dynasty, the 'six' is an accent, and the mouth should be rolled into a circle, but these gamblers all open their mouths and use Min pronunciation. From the sound of this word, it can be seen that this is a fake. ”

"Didn't you say that it was exactly the same?" I raised my hand in the darkness and asked stupidly.

"In ancient times, there were no photocopiers or cameras, and the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival was known for its massive amount of detail. The nephew surnamed Wang only relied on his memory to copy, and it was inevitable that there would be some deviations, and these details were taken for granted without having time to think deeply. Sister Su explained briefly and continued, "Knowing that Wang Chenjin's offering was actually a fake, Yan Shifan was furious and repaid Yan Song. Yan Song held a grudge and killed Wang Chen on individual charges. At this time, Tomson told Yan Shifan that this fake was so realistic, and the writer must have seen the real book with his own eyes. Yan Shifan searched for Ji according to the map, found Wang, and then found the Lu family. After inquiring, it was found that Mrs. Lu was dead, and the real book had been sold by the Lu family to the Gu family in Kunshan. Yan Shifan used his means to snatch the real book from the Gu family and put it in the mansion for collection. But what he didn't expect was that Wang Chen had a son who had been gritting his teeth and holding a grudge against him. His name is Wang Shizhen - you know this person, right? ”

I nodded busily. I have heard the name of this person, he is a very famous literary and historical master in the Wanli period, among the writers of the Ming Dynasty, he can be ranked in the top five, but I didn't expect his father to be Wang Chen in this story.

"Wang Shizhen was young and famous in the capital for his literary name. In addition to poetry, he is also good at writing novels and operas. After Wang Chen's death, once he went to Yan's mansion, Yan Shifan asked him if he had any new works to see recently. Wang Shizhen hated the murderer of her father very much, but she had no power or power, so she had to answer euphemistically that she didn't. Yan Shifan didn't believe it, and repeatedly forced it, Wang Shizhen saw a golden bottle on the table, and a plum blossom was inserted in the bottle, so he was in a hurry and replied that he had only written a novel recently, called "Golden Bottle Plum". ”

""Plum in the Golden Vase"? Isn't the author of "Golden Vase Plum" Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng? "I'm getting more and more confused, why did I go from "Qingming Riverside Picture" to "Golden Vase Plum"?

Sister Su said: "That's a pen name - you listen to me." It is said that Wang Shizhen returned home, thought about it carefully, and couldn't help but think about it. Based on the Water Margin, he stayed awake for several days and drove out the manuscript of "Golden Vase Plum". Wang Shizhen knew that Yan Shifan was ** by nature, and deliberately mixed a lot of men and women in the book, and named the protagonist's name Ximen Qing, because Yan Shifan was called the East Building. Wang Shizhen soaked these key pages in poison, and deliberately glued them together without cutting, and sent them to Yan's mansion after binding. Yan Shifan liked this book very much, and he couldn't put it down. When he read the key plot and found that the pages were glued together, he dipped his fingers in saliva and twisted them, and the poison on the pages was delivered to his mouth. Within a few days, Yan Shifan died of poison, and before he died, he told him to leave and right, and only his relatives were allowed to approach when he stopped his spirit. On the day of the funeral, a scholar in white suddenly came, crying loudly. The people of the Yan Mansion felt that he was crying sincerely, so they forgot Yan Shifan's advice and let him enter the mourning hall. The white-clothed scholar threw himself on the coffin that had not yet closed the lid and cried again, and when he left, Yan Fu found that Yan Shifan's arm was missing, which was taken away by the scholar. Later, the Yan Mansion counted and found that the "Qingming Riverside Map" was gone. However, they didn't care about tracking down, because not long after Yan Shifan's death, Yan Song fell under the attack of his political enemies. When the imperial court raided the Yan Mansion, it found that there was actually a "Qingming Riverside Map", so it was directly included in the Inner Mansion. ”

"Wait a minute...... I interrupted Sister Su, "are you wrong?" Didn't you say that "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" was stolen by the scholar in white? Why did the imperial court confiscate a copy in the Yan Mansion? Sister Su said: "It's because you don't listen to the story carefully." Let me ask you, how many copies of "Qingming Riverside Map" are there in Yanfu? ”

"One, uh, no, two. Zhang Zeduan's genuine copy and Wang's counterfeit copy. I reacted immediately.

"That's right. The scholar in white took one copy, and the court copied one. The two books are almost identical, which one is real and which one is fake, except for professionals like Tomson, no one can figure it out. Sister Su's tone was very calm, but I heard her subtext: "The copy copied into the inner mansion by the Ming Palace may not be true." ”

"But what does this revenge story of the Ming Dynasty have to do with the old court?" I brought the conversation back to reality. Wang Shizhen's story is very tortuous, yes, but after all, it was a matter of the Ming Dynasty, and for me, reality is the most important thing.

Sister Su said, "You listen to me." The version of "Qingming Riverside Map" included in the inner government was collected by the great eunuch Feng Bao during the Wanli period. After the handover of the Ming and Qing dynasties, it changed hands several times, and finally flowed into the Manchu royal family, and was compiled into the "Shiqu Baoji Three Editions" by the Jiaqing Emperor, and kept well. Then, he was taken to Changchun by Pu Yi, exiled to the people, and sent back to the Forbidden City after liberation......

My heart trembled: "Are you saying that the existing "Qingming Riverside Map" in the Forbidden City is actually a fake of the Wang family, which was mistaken for the real by the old dynasty?" ”

Sister Su shook her head slightly: "I'm not sure, my teacher is not sure, everything is a legend, that's why you need to verify." It stands to reason that Wang Shizhen's story has been widely circulated, and there are many mentions in the notes of the time, and there is even an adapted drama "A Handful of Snow", which is not a secret at all. Those veteran experts who participated in the appraisal will not be unaware of this story, and the probability of ignoring this flaw is very small. But my teacher found more than that......

Sister Su raised her hand and beckoned me to come over, and then whispered a few words in her ear. I was first startled, then nodded repeatedly, and finally said I remembered everything. Sister Su asked me to repeat it correctly, and I was relieved: "My freedom is small, but "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is a big thing. If you can dig up the old courtoon from the roots, it will be worth my hardships in the past few years. ”

After saying that, she couldn't help but sigh, her figure in the darkness seemed so thin and weak. I looked at the blind master, full of respect, patted my chest and said: "Don't worry, I will call the police as soon as I leave Chengji Village, and then immediately go back to the capital to go to the Forbidden City to verify, without delay." ”

Sister Su held up a finger and said, "I suggest that you don't alarm the five veins first." Those old people have their own thoughts, you told them, who knows what kind of turmoil will happen. ”

I let out an "um" and thought so. When I came to Zhengzhou this time, I originally came with the five veins on my back, and I definitely can't tell them. Besides, I can't see through the Liu family's thoughts. If he goes back and talks about this matter this time, Liu Yiming may find some excuse to prevaricate, and maybe he will be yellow. When I find out everything clearly, it's not too late to take it out to show my merits, I want to see what Liu Yiming's expression will be at that time.

"By the way, I have a personal matter to trust." Sister Su said. Then I heard her footsteps walk away, squeak open a cabinet on the other side of the room, and walk back again. My palm was stuffed with something, not big, the porcelain surface was undulating, and I touched the shape, it should be a lotus petal porcelain water bowl.

"If you have the opportunity, give this to Huang Kewu." Sister Su's voice tried to remain calm, but I could still hear the slightest twist. I secretly thought, Huang Kewu came to Zhengzhou back then, and when I count my age, Sister Su is twenty-eight years old, and her love has just begun, maybe the two of them have had such a ...... Belch...... Things, it's not easy for us to guess as juniors.

I didn't dare to express these messy thoughts, and obediently took the little water bowl into my arms. Sister Su picked up the enamel tea jar on the workbench and took a big sip of herbal tea: "Everything that should be explained has been explained, and the next thing is to see how to send you out." ”

I patted my head and forgot that there was such a real problem. There was such a fuss last night, I'm afraid that today's guards will be more vigilant, and it will be very difficult to escape. Sister Su thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Xiao Xu, are you afraid of being dirty?" ”

I was stunned for a moment and said I wasn't afraid. Sister Su nodded and said yes, grabbed a few plastic bags from the ground and gave them to me, and before I could understand what was going on, she picked up another thing.

Although the shape of the thing is not clear in the dark, it will light up a small green light and make a sizzling noise.

"Whether you can escape or not depends on it." Sister Su said.

What Sister Su was holding in her hand was actually a low-power handheld walkie-talkie.

I have played with this kind of low-power handheld walkie-talkie, and the range of action is only a few hundred meters. The scope of this workshop is not large, and it is not worth setting up a telephone line, and it is really convenient to have this kind of thing. However, they actually equipped a special one for Sister Su, which shows that they really attach great importance to her.

Sister Su picked up the walkie-talkie, skillfully adjusted the knob, and then said, "It's done, come and pick up the goods." ”

She repeated it three times in a row before there was a response from the other side, and her voice obviously hadn't woken up yet: "Sister Su, it's not dawn yet." Isn't it usually eight o'clock? The glazers didn't even get up. Sister Su said coldly: "You must come and pick it up immediately." Otherwise, the ornament will be out of shape due to moisture, don't blame me. A few words on the walkie-talkie finally agreed.

Sister Su told me that she always works at night, so the workers usually come to this room in the morning, take the well-decorated tire blanks, carry them to the next workshop to glaze, and then go into the kiln to burn. So now she told these people to come a little earlier, so as not to arouse suspicion. Then Sister Su gave me a face-to-face lecture, and after listening to it, I pulled the corners of my mouth in embarrassment, and reluctantly agreed.

After a short time, the glazers arrived at the door, and about seven or eight people came, yawning loudly. Sister Su opened the door to let them in, but she was not allowed to turn on the lights. These glazers are estimated to have been accustomed to Sister Su's quirks, and they don't argue, and they all go to move in the dark. While moving, the glazers complained that the brothers had caught the thief for half the night last night and had not slept well. Sister Su asked if the thief was caught, and they said no. When I heard that Zhong Aihua was safe and sound, I felt more relieved.

The glazers each hugged the blanks and lined up in a long line, walking out three steps apart from each other. Sister Su suddenly grabbed the last person in the dark and said Big bolt, wait a minute, I have something to ask you. The big bolt was stunned for a moment, and turned around.

And I had already held a large vase to cover my face, and I stood at the end of the line with an arrow to take his place. These people were sleepy-eyed, and the room was dark, and no one noticed that the person with the tail had been replaced.

I couldn't say goodbye to Sister Su, so I had to silently bless in my heart and follow the team out of the house. Sister Su has a good grasp of the time, this is the darkest hour before dawn, and no one will notice this team. We walked about 20 meters to a larger, flat-roofed workshop. This is supposed to be the place to glaze the tire blank, and there is a large pile of white glaze powder that has not been slurred at the door. I walked to the pile of powder, sighed lightly, and slipped hard under my feet, and the whole person and the vase were planted in the glaze powder pile, and suddenly my whole body was covered with glaze, and my face was full of **, like a clown in a circus.

The people in front of them turned around one after another, unable to see my face clearly, thinking that I was the big bolt, and they all laughed, and laughed and said that if you drag it into the furnace now, you can directly burn a porcelain doll. I deliberately vaguely said to wash, you go into the house, and then turned and ran towards the creek near the workshop. The security guards along the way saw a person running towards the river in embarrassment, and they all laughed and did not have any suspicions.

When I got to the river, I packed Zhong Aihua's camera, my big brother and my money into a plastic bag, held it high, and swam across the river. The river is not deep, and I am a good swimmer, so I reached the opposite bank in a few clicks. **It was washed all over, and of course it was soaked. I ran across the riverbank as fast as I could, several fields in one go, before stopping to catch my breath by a hidden aqueduct.

From here on, I was officially out of the control of the Shunzhou Ru Porcelain Research Institute. I made the right direction and walked for more than two hours east along the fields and woodlands to the county road. I stopped a short-distance bus that ran 10 miles and 8 miles and boarded the bus under the surprised gaze of the passengers and driver. The car took me to a nearby town, where I bought a few clothes, found a hostel in the town to pack up, and then hitchhiked back to Zhengzhou.

As soon as I arrived in Zhengzhou, I didn't go anywhere, and went straight to Liu Ji mutton stewed noodles, which was the joint location that Zhong Aihua and I agreed on. When I asked my boss, he gave me a note with a phone number on it. I hurriedly dialed over, and Zhong Aihua's excited voice soon came from the other side, and we talked a little bit, and he asked me to wait for a while, and then hung up. Within ten minutes, Zhong Aihua ran into the store in a huffing breath. As soon as I saw that his hair was messy and his clothes still smelled of water, I knew that he hadn't bothered to clean up after he came back, and I was moved and sorry in my heart.

Zhong Aihua was very happy to see me, looking left and right, to make sure that I was not missing arms and legs, so I was relieved, ordered two large bowls of braised noodles, put more garlic, and said that it was to drive away the cold.

The two of us were eating noodles and exchanging experiences after the breakup. It turned out that after Zhong Aihua broke up with me, he also went straight to the river. He was very good at water, and he floated along the river for more than ten miles before he came ashore. After returning to Zhengzhou, Zhong Aihua called my big brother, but the phone was turned off. So he left the phone to Liu Ji's boss, planning to call the police immediately to save people if there was no news for 24 hours. Of course, during this period, he was not idle, and used his connections to check Chengji Village - this village belongs to Shunzhou County, between Zhengzhou and Luoyang, known as the national antique handicraft base. The registrant of Zhenyuan Transportation is the village chief of Chengji Village.

Zhong Aihua and I are already friends in trouble, and I will no longer hide anything this time, and tell him about Sister Su and Lao Chaofeng from beginning to end. Zhong Aihua listened as he choked on the stewed noodles. He originally thought it was just a fake, but now it is actually involved in illegal imprisonment.

Zhong Aihua suddenly slapped the table and said excitedly: "This is a good thing!" Didn't Chengji Village use antique handicrafts as a shield? Then we can use the name of illegally imprisoning Sister Su to let the police investigate them. When the time comes, only Sister Gui is willing to testify, and the crime of forging cultural relics in Chengji Village is conclusive! ”

"Well, that's a good idea." I nodded. Kill two birds with one stone, not only can rescue Sister Su, but also dismantle a counterfeiting gang.

"Leave this matter to me, what about you, Mr. Xu?"

I waved my hand and looked out the window: "I have more important things, I have to rush back to Beijing, I can't let Sister Su down." Zhong Aihua said: "Understood." I also have a few journalism classmates in Beijing, would you like to introduce you to each other? Sometimes, it is important to properly grasp the power of public opinion. ”

Zhong Aihua's words reminded me. If Sister Su's suspicions are true, and there is really something wrong with "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", then after I find out the truth, I must rely on the power of public opinion to make this matter bigger, so as to form enough momentum. I don't have any journalist friends, and I don't want to use the power of the five pulses, so his advice is really a blessing in disguise.

I asked for the contact information of his friends in Beijing, and then estimated the time for exposing the special report of cultural relics fraud with Zhong Aihua.

According to my thoughts, it is best for the "Qingming Riverside Map" and the incident in Chengji Village to break out at the same time, forming pressure on multiple fronts, confirming each other, and ensuring that the old court is completely finished. Zhong Aihua applauded this plan repeatedly, his eyes lit up, and he was gearing up, obviously this style of play was very much in line with his appetite. News material such as "catching the mastermind behind the national fake cultural relics industry" is extremely attractive to any reporter.

"Teacher Xu, you are really amazing! There are both principles and means, as well as a passion that is not polluted by the world. If only the treasure world were like you. ”

Zhong Aihua blushed a little when he said it, and I waved my hand again and again: "Don't say that, this is what I should do." Removing the false and retaining the truth, this should be the foundation of the five veins. Zhong Aihua took out a notebook and wrote down this sentence: "This sentence is so good, I plan to use it as a news headline - hey, by the way, you don't mind if this report is sent out in the form of your dictation, right?" ”

"It's not appropriate......" I frowned.

"Journalism demands truth, and there is no shame in saying that you are doing the right thing. Only by vigorously propagating the right things can we promote healthy trends and purify the social atmosphere. Zhong Aihua said this, his chest straightened, revealing a proud smile, "Don't forget, Watson's mission is to record the heroic appearance of Sherlock Holmes." ”

Speaking of this kind of big truth, Zhong Aihua is obviously better than me, I was overwhelmed by his set of "editorials", and I thought that this was not a bad thing, so I agreed. Zhong Aihua took out a voice recorder and said that it was to be archived, and I told the experience from Zhengzhou to Chengji Village again.

After the braised noodles were eaten, we had almost finished talking. Zhong Aihua volunteered to buy me a ticket back to the capital, and I found a hotel to open an hourly room, took a hot shower, and then lay down in bed. I closed my eyes in a daze for a while, but I couldn't sleep, and suddenly remembered the small water bowl that Sister Su gave to Huang Kewu, so I took it out and pinched it in my hand to look back and forth. When Sister Su gave it to me, it was at night, and then I fled all the way, and I didn't bother to look closely.

This small bowl is milky white all over, and the top is rendered with green glaze into a circle of landscape patterns, there are clouds in the middle of the mountain, and there are boats on the water, the overall style is very demure, and the technique is very mature. I turned the bowl over, and there was a square inscription at the bottom, "Mei Su Lanxiang" - as for the meaning of this sentence, I don't know. I tossed and turned and admired the thing, and finally fell asleep.

When I woke up, Zhong Aihua also delivered the ticket. I gave him a few words of advice and boarded the train back to the capital. When I finally returned to Liulichang and entered the Four Regrets, I couldn't help but let out a long breath, which can be regarded as home. Yanyan hasn't come back yet, I called, but I haven't been able to get through, I guess I'm still busy; Fang Zhen is on the field; Liu Ju didn't come to harass him, the entire five veins seemed to revolve around the transformation, and a small role like me seemed to be forgotten in the busyness.

To be honest, it really left me feeling a little empty. When I thought of this, I secretly laughed at myself for being too hypocritical, it turned out that I was annoying, but now I am ignored by others, and I feel lost.

In fact, the current situation is in my hands, everyone's attention is not here, and I can concentrate on investigating the matter of "Qingming Riverside Map".

I took a break in the shop and called Professor Zheng. Professor Zheng is a teacher of medicine, married to someone in the Five Pulses, and is considered a peripheral member of the Five Pulses. The five veins are not purely passed down by blood, in addition to the five surnames Liu, Huang, Gu, Yao, and Xu, there are also relatives, masters and apprentices, friends, doormen, and brothers. In modern times, the Chinese Antiquities Research Association has connections with many universities and scientific research institutes, and its membership is even more complicated. Like Professor Zheng, according to ancient sayings, he was considered a guest, and now he has the title of an advisor to the research society.

After the rebellion, Professor Zheng blamed himself a lot, but he became very good with me. The old man often came to my small shop to sit down, drink some tea, teach me something, and sometimes when the mood came, he would help me sell a few goods. I've always suspected that he transferred all his feelings for medicine to me.

When Professor Zheng heard that it was my call, he was very happy and asked me what I was doing these days. I told him a few words that the goods had been purchased, and then asked him if there was any way to see the real thing of "Qingming Riverside Map". Professor Zheng was stunned for a moment, and said how did you change your career to study calligraphy and painting. I explained that I strengthened my own cultural cultivation, and I was in the make-up class, and when I saw this paragraph, I wanted to see it with my own eyes. Professor Zheng told me that this is unlikely. "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is a top national treasure, which is strictly kept in the Forbidden City painting library and is not open to ordinary people. Unless there is a major exhibition activity, the opening of the library must go through more than a dozen procedures and the approval of several departments, and there must be extremely good reasons.

"Don't talk about you, even if Liu Yiming wants to see it, he may not be able to approve it. Don't fight this idea. Professor Zheng directly closed the door.

I wasn't particularly disappointed, I was to be expected. I held the microphone and asked, "Then when this painting was moved back to the Forbidden City, who were the people involved in the appraisal?" Professor Zheng asked suspiciously, "Why are you asking this?" ”

"I'm curious." I can only answer with this reason. Fortunately, Professor Zheng didn't ask, he thought about it and replied, "If I remember correctly, this list is confidential." ”

"What's there to keep secret?" I was puzzled.

"Have you heard the story of "Wen Ji Returns to Hantu"?" Professor Cheng asked. He knew that I must not know, so he didn't wait for me to answer, and continued to speak, "In the past, the Forbidden City once had a collection of "Wen Ji Returns to the Han Dynasty", the old title was the Southern Song Dynasty, and it was believed that it was written by Li Tang, one of the four masters of the Southern Song Dynasty. Later, this painting was exiled to the Northeast, and was accepted by the state and handed over to Guo Moruo and Guo Lao to take the lead in examining and approving it. Guo Lao found the words 'only Ying Si Zhang 〇 painting' on the painting, and the word 0 was blurred. After careful inspection, Guo Lao thought it was the word 'Yu'. As a result, the author of this painting was re-identified as painted by Zhang Yu of the Jin Dynasty. You know, the appraisal of calligraphy and painting is too subjective, so this conclusion has caused a lot of controversy, many people insist that it was painted by Li Tang, and even some people took a bag of materials to Beijing to Beijing to find Guo Lao to debate, every day there are people at the door to communicate, so that Guo Lao is overwhelmed and causes a lot of trouble. ”

"So it's also for this reason that the list of appraisal teams is kept secret by "Qingming Riverside Map"?"

"Yes, there will be no specific expert, but the collective conclusion of the appraisal team will be published. The only person whose name was revealed was Mr. Zheng Zhenduo, the director of the Cultural Relics Bureau at the time, who hung the name of the leader of an appraisal team. ”

"This list, even the people of the five veins, can't you see it?" There was a deep disappointment in my tone.

"It's hard to say...... Forget it, I'll help you ask. You wait at home and don't run around. Professor Zheng's tone is like that of an old man who spoils his children.

Putting down the phone, I thought about it and contacted a media friend of Zhong Aihua in Beijing. I called, he was very enthusiastic, it seems that Zhong Aihua has already said hello in advance, this little guy is really reliable. This person's name is Luo Tong, and he is the deputy editor-in-chief of a newspaper called the Capital Evening News, which has a large circulation and is quite influential. Luo Tong more or less knew the whole story of the Dian Buddha head case, and he was very interested in me, promising that as soon as I got the evidence to write an article, he would immediately arrange for the full text to be published.

After arranging these things, I decided to tidy up my house. This is my habit, whenever there is a big event, you need to be calm, tidying up the room can make people calm, and sorting the things in the room into categories can make the mind calm and organized, so that nothing is missing.

I'm only one step away from the old pilgrimage, and I don't want anything to go wrong.

I took out the antiques from the house, wiped them clean, rewrapped them, swept them clean, and threw my coat and pants into the washing machine. As soon as I threw it in, I heard a "bang", and then I remembered that I still had Sister Su's small water bowl in my coat. I quickly fished it out, thought about it for a while, and decided not to send it to Huang Kewu first. In case he and Sister Su really have any bad fate, they suddenly have a heart attack when they see the love token, and they have to hack me to death. It's better to wait until the big thing is decided, and after Yanyan comes back, it's better to let her hand it over. I casually put the bowl aside and went back to work.

It probably took me more than two hours to clean up. When I was done sitting on the bed to catch my breath, suddenly there was a knock at the door. I thought it was a guest, so I lazily shouted that the store would not be opened today, and shouted on the other side: "Okay, you make a wish!" Hurry out and get out! When I looked up, it turned out to be Professor Zheng who had come in person, carrying two bottles of beer and a bag of Sichuan spicy peanuts.

I hurriedly put down my broom and went out, smiling and taking the beer and peanuts.