Shun Yu returned to Shaoqing Hall to enter the second room, Jiang Hai also followed with his hind feet, and asked how the mounting of "You Chun Tu" was going.

Shun Yu didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he untied the cotton towel on the bookcase, and carefully flattened the scroll.

The dirt on the core of the painting had been removed little by little with the camera last night, and by the clear daylight outside the window, she carefully inspected whether there were any omissions that had not been removed.

Jiang Hai covered his nose with his sleeve, frowned and asked what the smell was in the room, the smell was as bad as a toilet. Shun Yu didn't raise his head and said: "This ancient painting has been full of dirt in the past ten years, and it was washed several times with boiling water yesterday, and then filtered with cold water, probably the smell of dirty water that has not been poured in the corner of the wall." ”

Yesterday she poured back and forth several times by herself, and then she was really exhausted. Jiang Hai looked back, and sure enough, the barrels were dark and dark.

Busy ordering the guards to carry it and pour it out, Shun Yu beckoned to him to come closer, and said with a smile: "Lord Jiang, please see, this is the ink color of Zhan Ziqian's first painting." ”

Jiang Hai looked at the green of the landscape, the mud gold at the foot of the mountain, the ochre of the trunk and other hues, it was really clear and vivid, the color was rich, and it was hundreds of times better than what he had seen in the past.

Instantly overjoyed, and then look at the hole rat bite and bloody palm prints, etc., and worried about how to repair, Shun Yu smiled: "The former good worker has a skillful hand to mend the sky, through the eyes of lice, is to make up the hole to support the painting is much simpler, after discarding the old mounting of the painting, sprinkle water and moisture with a new support paper, take a row of pens dipped in the paste brush core on the back, and then use a brown brush to ....... the supporting paper." “

"After being framed like this, how much silver does Feng Sheng think this painting is worth?" Jiang Hai interrupted her with great interest.

Shun Yu paused, his heart was cold, how could Jiang Hai love to listen to what he said, a turbid man who was vassally elegant and greedy, the ancient paintings fell into his hands, they were like pearls covered in dust, even if they were perfect, they still lost their smart spirit.

Let's talk about what Jiang Hai likes to hear! Shun Yu pursed his lips, pointed to the cluster of new white silk on the shelf and said: "The painting core needs to be lined with supporting paper, "You Chun Tu" originally used monofilament silk, I heard that Xuande silk is heard in the world, the price is naturally not expensive, and only Li Ji silk is paved into this only one, I bought it all barely enough." A total of one hundred taels of silver, the account is on credit first, and in two days the shop guy will go to the adult's house to ask for it, I hope you are a prophet. “

"One ..... One hundred taels of silver? Jiang Hai's eyes suddenly darkened, and his voice trembled a little: "I'll give you a hundred taels of silver framed, how can you ..... Why do you want me a hundred taels, you are angry with me ....... Rubbing his chest and shouting pain, the guards hurriedly brought the official hat chair and waited for him to sit down, and then handed over the boiling ginseng tea.

Shun Yu's face was as usual: "My lord's words are wrong. This one hundred taels is the degree used to repair the "Spring Tour", the painting is yours, and the silver taels are still yours. ”

Jiang Hai took two sips of tea to ease up, and when he heard this, he was stunned again, and said angrily: "You are clever and tongue-in-cheek, I won't argue with you, you can return this monofilament silk and buy ten taels of soap silk." ”

Shun Yu's fingers slowly swiped the white silk: "If you want to use soap silk, then use it." But for the sake of five hundred silver, I have to remind you that soap is not durable, easy to perish, and now it is the season of snow and rain. At that time, you will come to me again to frame it and give you a thousand taels of silver, and you will not be able to help. “

When Jiang Hai heard this, he was really sad and had a thousand tastes.

He slapped his thigh hard, gritting his teeth and creaking: "Forget it, just use this white silk to make a painting!" “

Shun Yu smiled and curled his lips: "My lord is wise, how can you do the thing of picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelons." If you want to be consistent with the color of the original painting, the pigments on the market are inferior and rough, and the artists in the painting workshop need to sift through the ....... “

"Feng Sheng doesn't need to say anything more.........." Jiang Hai waved his hand and stood up, he really couldn't stay here, so he walked out of the door and muttered, "Let them go to my house to get the money." ”

When the scarlet felt curtain was in a trance, there were no idlers in the room, Shun Yu gradually smiled, and turned to the front of the case to stare at the bloody palm print.

After washing with water, the bloody palm print became more and more distinct, and with all his strength, he pressed it on, and even the "vortex spinning" and "flow pattern" on the five fingers were clearly visible.

It is the palm print of the eldest brother Tian Shunji. Shun Yu closed his eyes and opened them again, the sadness and pain in his eyes were indescribable.

She stood silently for a while, wiping her eyes with her sleeve, and there was faint black handwriting under the palm prints, but she couldn't see it because of the blood.

Shun Yu on the table surface flat auxiliary layer of thin silk, the painting core turned back on the silk, took the wet cotton towel cover, waiting for the painting core and the old paper between the slurry peel off, she stood in front of the window and looked out, in fact, there is no scenery, the snow water is dripping along the eaves is melting, a few old trees are bare, two or three miscellaneous officials shrank their heads in the snow to open the way, but she looked at it for a long time.

Half an hour later, Shun Yu returned to the table, and tried the painting core with her fingertips, which was already wet and stuffy, and it was the most suitable time to uncover the frame, so she used her index finger to rub the paper unhurriedly, and rubbed out small pieces of stubble and feces.

Her hand had been injured by repairing the horse and Feiyan, although it had been carefully recuperated with medicine, but at this time, she had to rub it a little longer, and her fingertips were itchy and painful.

Shun Yu remembered that when her father taught her to frame paintings when she was a child, she once said that the life of calligraphy and painting is all about revealing and doing good work.

After a pause, her eyes were a little red, and she bit out the tooth marks on her lower lip flap, at this time, she should have no distractions, but she couldn't control herself.

The palm print has been uncovered to the palm of the hand, and Shun Yu changed his middle finger to continue rubbing.

But seeing that the red blood mark gradually faded, revealing a deeply hidden word.

The name of the word brand "Shouyang Song", twenty-seven characters, the pen marks were not finished in a hurry, and it was Tian Shunji's ink.

Shun Yu stared at it wrongly, and read it in her heart, she actually remembered it firmly the first time, but she still read it again and again.

Sadness, anger, and hatred grew in his eyes, and everything finally calmed down.

She stroked the words, and then rubbed them, and the words turned into paper foam, and no one could know the deep meaning between the lines.

Only engraved Shunyu's heart.

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The official sedan chair of one by three grades of the big man stopped in front of the Dali Temple, the ink black between the heaven and the earth became a ball, the stars were desolate, and the cold was killed.

Qin Yanzhao knew that Shun Yu was still inside, so he waited, full of patience.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the latch of the west corner door, accompanied by a creaking sound, and a thin figure walked out, walking very slowly, and it was a lonely person.

Qin Yanzhao's anger suddenly dispersed cleanly.

This is a girl who needs to be pampered, you look at her appearance at this time, pale and pitiful, making people soft-hearted, unable to say a word of evil.

He wanted to get out of the sedan chair to meet her, but suddenly heard a shout: "My little master, why did you come out, let me wait." “

It was Qin Xing who was talking, and Mason put on a cloak for her, and waited into the carriage, rolling over the unmelted snow, and disappeared into the night rather heavyly.

"Do you want to keep up with them?" The guard leaned over and asked.

Qin Yanzhao shook his head and lowered the curtain.

"Go home!"