"Wait a minute!" Just as Zhang Xuanqing was about to enter the tunnel, Gong Qi suddenly stopped him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Turning around, I saw the little girl holding a strong flashlight in her hand, and while handing it to him, she said embarrassedly: "I brought a flashlight when I came out yesterday, but I forgot it when I ran away, and now I just remember." That one...... Ahem, it's black down there, you should be able to use it. ”

Okay, this can be forgotten!

And forget it for so long!

Zhang Xuanqing vomited in his heart, thanked them, told them to be careful on it, and walked into the tunnel.

The light pillar of the strong light flashlight is very concentrated, but the tunnel is narrow, only allowing one person to pass, the light pillar shines on the ground, and then through the reflection of the four walls, you can see that the steps of the tunnel are winding down, just like a staircase.

After turning two corners, the front suddenly opened up, and what appeared in front of me was a secret room, which was about the same size as an ordinary living room. In the center is a Taishi chair, and there is a desk, a wooden frame on the left and right, on which are some porcelain antiques, and behind it is an oil lamp stand.

Zhang Xuanqing looked slightly flustered and approached the table, but saw that there were pens, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table, but there were no other books. There was a painting tube next to it, which contained a few scrolls of paintings.

Take out one and open it, it's quite long, it's an ancient painting with landscapes and people, the whole painting is fine and simple with a brush, just like a spring silkworm spinning silk, even if you use a strong flashlight to shine a little discolored, you can also see that this painting must be from the arm of a famous artist.

But this scroll is upside down, and the first thing to see is the end of the scroll, and there is no painter nomination. It was not until the end that I saw the name of the work and the author's payment, which was actually - Luo Shenfu - Gu Kaizhi!

Gu Kaizhi, the word Changkang, the small character tiger head, Han nationality, Jin Ling Wuxi people, is a famous painter in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and Cao Buxing, Lu Tanwei, Zhang Seng Xuan together called the "Six Dynasties and Four Families", the people of the time called the three uniques: painting, literature, and obsession.

Zhang Xuanqing couldn't help but be shaken, and looked at the rest of the paintings again, but saw that the paintings of Cao Buxing, Lu Tanwei, and Zhang Seng Miao mentioned earlier were also listed, and there were a few unknown authors, but their brushwork was also exquisite, presumably after the Tang Dynasty.

Turning his head, he looked at the two wooden shelves, on which there were porcelain, jade, bronze, calligraphy and painting. Walking over and looking carefully, except for those who don't know, all of them have a prominent reputation - this is not a sick sentence, Zhang Xuanqing can be sure that those calligraphy and paintings that he doesn't know are probably the handwriting of famous artists after the Tang Dynasty, and many people in this world know it, but unfortunately he doesn't belong to the people in this world.

Just as he was in shock, Fan Renjian's shout suddenly came from above: "Brother Dao, Brother Dao, how is the inspection?" but because Zhang Xuanqing had been watching for too long, he couldn't wait to come down, of course, there was also some worry.

Zhang Xuanqing agreed, checked the room again, and felt that there was no danger, so he told them that they could come down.

Soon, Fan Renjian was in front, Fu Yuan was behind, and Gong Qi was sandwiched between the two and walked down the steps.

After seeing the layout in the secret room, Fan Renjian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he laughed: "Haha! It's really a treasure cave! It's gone, let's send it now!" As he spoke, he couldn't wait to rush to the wooden frame on the left, playing with the antique calligraphy and paintings on it.

Fu Yuan's eyes also had a different brilliance: "What age do you say these things are?"

"Really! It must be true! Look at this, Yan Zhenqing's 'Duobao Pagoda Tablet', I copied the calligraphy when I was a child, this must be true! There is also this, Yan Liben's 'step diagram'...... Mom, there are still these porcelain and jade, it must be real, we really sent it this time!" Fan Renjian, who was standing in front of the wooden frame and playing with all kinds of things on it, was full of excitement, and he couldn't see that he still knew some knowledge of appreciating antique calligraphy and painting.

When he said this, Fu Yuan and Gong Qi also went to the wooden frame curiously, but unfortunately the two really didn't know what Yan Zhenqing and Yan Liben were, so they could only watch the excitement. However, since these things are hidden in the secret room, even if they are not all genuine, they will definitely be real. Moreover, this kind of treasure exploration experience, they are all big girls on the sedan chair once, it is very novel, how can they care about any genuine fakes, they just hold things hehehe smirked, even Gong Qi forgot to be afraid that this is still in the village, and it is even underground.

Zhang Xuanqing was not as heartless as the three of them, and his brows were furrowed together: "Don't be busy being happy first, don't you think it's strange?"

"What's strange?" Fan Renjian asked suspiciously, and Gong Qi and Fu Yuan also put down the things in their hands.

Zhang Xuanqing looked at them and said, "Think about it yourself, how much movement did we have when we turned the three-legged tripod before? Do you think that behind the mechanism, it will be as simple as a secret room?"

"Yes......" Fu Yuan and Gong Qi came to their senses.

Fan Renjian said: "What's this, maybe people deliberately designed it like this." There is also a possibility that there is a secret under the two caves outside the house, and you are suspicious and suspicious of fraud, and brought us here. Maybe this secret room is the private storage room of the village chief...... Well, this is in the middle of the village, and even if the person who lives there is not the village chief, he must have an identity, that's it!" he nodded vigorously as if to increase his persuasiveness.

However, Zhang Xuanqing was not convinced by him, pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "I still think there is a problem here, Yuanyuan, husband, you help me find it, see if there is a mechanism ......"

"How is it possible, you think this is a city of organs!" Fan Renjian felt that his idea was very incredible, but Fu Yuan and Gong Qi had already begun to help Zhang Xuanqing look around the room.

Shaking his head helplessly, feeling that these three people must be crazy, Fan Renjian decided to ignore them.

continued to look at the antiques on the shelf, but because the flashlight was in Zhang Xuanqing's, he took care of this and that for a while, and he couldn't see things clearly, and he was still dazzling.

Fan Renjian sulked and suddenly caught a glimpse of the lampstand on the innermost wall. It was a hanging lamp, surrounded on all sides by a small oil lamp, guarding a large one in the middle. A serpentine pole is attached to the wall.

After two glances, he couldn't help but think to himself: I wonder if there is still lamp oil in the lamp? Running over in two or three steps, he looked at the small oil bowl around all sides, and there was no oil in it, but the big oil exhibition that was guarding it was too high to see.

I tried to jump twice, and every time I was just about to see clearly, I fell. Fan Renjian was stubborn, looking at the lamp pole, which was arm thick and had a texture like bronze, thinking that he should be able to hold back his weight, he snorted, spit in the palm of his hand, wiped back and forth with both hands, rolled up his sleeves, jumped hard, and grabbed the lamp pole with both hands.

Unexpectedly, there was a click sound, and the lamp pole was pulled by himself and suddenly sank, Fan Renjian suddenly panicked, and he was so frightened that he let go, poof, and fell to the ground.

"Ouch-" The heart-rending cry was very loud in the slightest click. (To be continued.) )