Successfully infiltrated into this unsightly underground ghost market in Black Dragon Pond, facing the dazzling array of rare treasures flowing out of the palace, Chen Muwu didn't know where to put his eyes.

A pair of vases placed in the middle of the long table were undoubtedly the most dazzling treasures in the whole room, and the Westerners kept circling around this pair of vases.

Chen Muwu also knew that this vase was good-looking, but he didn't know what dynasty this vase was, what style, and what theme was painted on it.

really responds to the saying, called "But the eldest brother is uneducated, and he goes to the world in a slot", Chen Muwu should now be the embodiment of the eldest brother in this sentence.

In addition to this pair of vases, there are also several small utensils made of bronze on the table, which also make foreigners stop and linger frequently.

Compared with vases, Chen Muwu has more knowledge of bronzes, and he at least knows that these are the products of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

As for the patterns and inscriptions on the bronzes, his eyes were still black.

There were a large number of scrolls in the corner of the table, which became the most unnoticed place in the whole room.

Chen Muwu had no choice but to focus on these calligraphy and paintings, he also did not know how to appreciate Chinese paintings, but thought that if he could recognize the name of whose name was written on the inscription, through the popularity of this author, he could also roughly judge the value of calligraphy and painting.

So Chen Muwu walked to the corner and casually unfolded a calligraphy and painting.

Seeing this, the eunuchs behind the table only glanced at him, and then continued to show courtesy to a few foreigners around the vase and bronzes.

It seems that the value of those utensils is much more valuable than these calligraphy and paintings in their hearts.

The ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, and with his equally shallow knowledge of ancient art, Chen Muwu wants to recognize who the author of these paintings is, and it is also difficult to climb to the sky.

The first scroll he unfolded was a wild grass, which was like a book from heaven to him without cursive skills, and he could only roll it up as it was.

In the second, he could make out the handwriting, but he didn't know who the author was.

In the third picture, the nephew plays a lantern, as usual.

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In this way, Chen Muwu unfolded and closed seven or eight calligraphy and paintings in a row, each of which could be seen from the yellowed paper, but none of them could recognize the author of the work.

He only hates now that the artistic influence he received at the beginning is not enough, and he is really willing to use the book when it is time.

Chen Muwu's heart had already sprouted a retreat, but he still subconsciously unfolded the ninth painting.

This time, he first saw a clump of branches, and the branches were blooming with small white flowers, and without common sense in this regard, he couldn't even figure out what kind of flowers this kind was.

Then on one of the branches, a small bird with a red cheek stood.

On a screen a few feet square, there is only so much content as above.

Chen Muwu didn't know whether the artistic level of this painting was high or low, so he could only follow the stupid method he had been using to find the author's inscription.

The emperor lived up to his wishes, looked through nearly ten paintings, and finally gave him a surprise in the inscription of this one.

Although he didn't find the author's name, Chen Muwu couldn't be more familiar with his handwriting.

In the 5,000 years of China, among the hundreds of emperors, there are many who have high artistic attainments.

But the only one who can write the brush characters can be self-contained, and only Emperor Daojun is alone.

This beautiful thin gold body made Chen Muwu immediately think of Song Huizong Zhao Ji.

He carefully studied the content of the inscription, and saw words such as "forbidden to pay" and "come to tribute" to show the royal status, which made Chen Muwu further confirm that his guess was correct.

He can't be sure of the origin and value of other calligraphy and paintings, but the one in front of him, Chen Muwu can be sure that it comes from the imperial palace in Bianliang, Tokyo, nearly a thousand years ago.

He suppressed his excitement and tried to relax his facial muscles, trying not to let others, especially the eunuchs, see his abnormality as much as possible.

Chen Muwu carefully re-rolled up the painting and put it back into the pile of calligraphy and painting scrolls, but he firmly remembered the appearance characteristics of the painting in his heart.

He pretended to be here for a while, during which a few foreigners came to the pile of calligraphy and painting to look for treasures, and every time he saw someone's fingers come to the vicinity of the painting, Chen Muwu would always raise his heart to his throat.

Estimating that the time was almost up, he pulled out the painting steadily, and in order to cover it up, he took another scroll casually and held it to his chest together.

"This gentleman, I love these two calligraphy and paintings very much, I think they are very close to me, I can't appreciate them carefully in a hurry, I want to take them home to have a good time, I don't know if I can cut my love?"

Chen Muwu walked up to the eunuch who had interrogated him before, and deliberately said it in a screeching manner.

This is the usual problem of Wa himself nowadays, and he always likes to mix some things in his words, and he loves to drag the text more than the Chinese.

He simulated many scenes in business wars in his mind, thinking that today's bargaining with these eunuchs would be a bloody battle of wits and courage.

As a result, he never expected that the burly eunuch didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and gave Chen Muwu a sentence that he couldn't think of no matter how hard he racked his brains: "A thin one hundred oceans is a roll, and a thick one hundred and five." ”

Dare to love This is not about artistic value at all, but about the length of the painting?

When I thought about it, I was relieved.

If these eunuchs would take the painting, explain to themselves what is good and how wonderful it is, and then keep raising the price, then it is not normal.

He, a doctoral student who received twenty years of high-quality education in later generations, could not distinguish the merits of his calligraphy and painting works, so how could those eunuchs distinguish which one was valuable and which was not?

In fact, there is only one point in their hearts, that is, there is nothing wrong with the things in the palace, and they can make a windfall by stealing a few of them and selling them.

The performance of the eunuchs made Chen Muwu believe that these treasures on the table were the real ones flowing out of the palace!

He quickly calculated all the money on his body, five small yellow croakers were worth one hundred and fifty yuan in the ocean (in the era when silver yuan and silver taels were still used as the main circulating currency, gold was far less valuable in China than it was later, and a small yellow croaker could probably be exchanged for about thirty oceans), and two hundred yuan of paper bills from the Jiang Industrial Bank could be folded into one hundred and eighty yuan.

In other words, in addition to the two calligraphy and paintings in his arms, he could even go back and pick another one.

At this time, several Westerners also ended the game of vases and bronzes.

The one with the highest price was paid, and a bearded foreigner finally took ownership of the vase, and several bronzes were returned to the new owner.

Then they rushed to the pile of calligraphy and paintings, not even opening them, not even looking at them, just like in winter, the old ladies in the city of Shaojing City surrounded the cart to grab cabbage, and they were about to divide up more than a dozen calligraphy and paintings.