Bai Yuchang strode to Xu Ruqing and wanted to grab his little hand.
Zhao An, with quick eyes and quick hands, pushed him away and said angrily: "Brother, just keep talking and don't move your hands or feet?"
"Who are you?"
Bai Yuchang was a little dissatisfied. He couldn't remember when he had seen the bearded man in front of him.
"You don't change your name when you are down, and you don't change your surname when you are sitting down. This is the case for Zhou Huang."
"Zhou Huang..."
"You are Zhou Huang!"
Bai Yuchang stared with ecstasy on his face, then ignored Xu Ruqing, rushed forward and grabbed Zhao An's hand, and couldn't close his mouth with excitement.
Zhao An's goosebumps fell down in tons, and he threw him away in disgust, "Sister, my orientation is normal, stay away from me!"
"Hey, it turns out you are the famous Mr. Zhou."
Bai Yuchang excitedly picked up the sketch scroll on the table.
This is a portrait of Xu Ruqing that he copied from memory. He originally planned to give it to Xu Ruqing and ask her to get acquainted with Mr. Zhou.
Zhao Changchang took the scroll in a pretentious manner, "Sketch pays attention to light and dark details. Look at what you drew. It's really eye-catching."
In just a short while, Zhao An pointed out more than a dozen unreasonable shadows in the painting, and his words were dirty.
Bai Yuchang lowered his head in embarrassment.
Xu Ruqing didn't expect Zhao An to be so venomous, so she secretly tugged on her sleeves to indicate not to be too hasty, after all, she would have to ask for help next time.
Zhao An woke up from his dream, held Bai Yuchang's shoulders, and said earnestly: "Brother, although your painting skills are not very good, it shows that you are serious. As long as I give you personal guidance, I guarantee that you can understand."
"real?"
Bai Yuchang's suppressed mood immediately dissipated from the rebuke he had just received. He immediately invited several people to sit down and asked them to serve tea, and serve them good tea.
He is obsessed with painting, and his new painting skills have fascinated him. Unfortunately, he has never had a chance to meet his husband. Now that he has come to visit him, let alone ask for anything from him, he can just kneel down and become his teacher.
Zhao An took out the strange painting and asked where the paper material and the ink traces came from.
As we all know, drawing paper is different from ordinary writing paper and has special requirements, and sketching uses charcoal.
The overall use of charcoal in this painting is very professional, but in some places it is paired with ink. The ink used in professional paintings is definitely not ordinary.
Bai Yuchang turned the scroll over and over, his expression gradually showing a strange look.
"Sir, this painting has been around for a long time. The paper is made of a mixture of hemp and vines. It is a paper specially used by court painters. Judging from the color, it should be more than a hundred years old."
"More than a hundred years!"
Zhao An and Xu Ruqing were stunned on the spot.
Jiuyin frowned, "How is that possible? Are you sure you read it correctly?"
"I am sure that this painting was made a hundred years ago, but how could there be sketching techniques a hundred years ago? Otherwise, it would not be known."
Bai Yuchang made the promise very seriously, but at this point, he scratched his head blankly and fell into deep thought.
"The coffin and carriage in the painting don't match at all!"
Jiuyin kept shaking his head, his brain turning into a ball of mush.
Zhao An felt the same way.
The coffin depicted in the painting should be the one in the inn before, and the carriage is definitely the one they rode in that night.
If the painting appeared a hundred years ago, would the person who painted it be able to calculate it? Or maybe he is simply a god, which is illogical at all!
"The ink was also used by the palace, and it is typical azurite ink."
Bai Yuchang once again gave the answer, but it was a pity that the scroll did not have a mark or signature, otherwise it would have been difficult to identify.
He handed the scroll over and said seriously: "Sir, please tell me the truth, where did the new technique come from?"
Xu Ruqing opened her mouth, then looked at the silent Zhao An.
She does not believe that Zhao An is a person who deceives the world and steals his reputation, but if the painting really appeared a hundred years ago, it means that Zhao An stole other people's painting methods to make himself famous.
Zhao An ignored her and Bai Yuchang and walked around with his hands behind his back. His mind was stuck in a time paradox and he couldn't extricate himself. He waited until Xu Ruqing came in front of him before he suddenly came back to his senses. He frowned and said, "Can you have some brains? If so, The painting technique appeared a hundred years ago, why is it not known now?”
Bai Yuchang was speechless.
As a professional painter who has been committed to studying painting techniques, he can be sure that sketches do not exist in the long history of history. If they exist, they must be widely circulated and well-known. But what should be the explanation for this painting?
Zhao An was upset and said coldly: "Just think it was passed down from one generation to the next and finally passed into my hands."
"That's not right. Although it is a single lineage, such realistic painting skills should not leave traces." Bai Yuchang also asked for proof. Xu Ruqing shook her head at him and signaled him to stop talking, and the matter was dropped.
Zhao An collected the scroll and hurriedly left the Danqing Pavilion.
He wanted to return to the palace immediately to investigate. Since it was a palace object, it should have a provenance.
In the afternoon.
Zhao An returned to the imperial study and immediately placed the painting in front of the empress.
There was a look of joy on the empress's face, "Slave, I thought you were injured."
"I'm fine, look at what this is." Zhao An pointed at the scroll.
The empress picked it up and tasted it carefully, then frowned and said, "A man was collecting corpses in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, but he only brought one coffin. And he used your new painting skills, which are great and lifelike."
This painting is at least more than a hundred years old, and someone mastered the sketching technique a hundred years ago. "Zhao An said in a low voice.
The empress was dumbfounded and tasted it repeatedly, "If there is a sketch method, it cannot be passed down. If it is not passed down, it means it is fake. The year of this painting is also fake. Most people probably deliberately forged it."
"Why fake it?"
"How could I know?"
The empress put down the scroll and curiously asked what happened.
Zhao An weighed it again and again, and explained with a dull head.
The empress was stunned. She knew that Zhao An must have hidden the details of the battle, because the original plan was to use two great masters to kill the elites of the Chen family. It took a long time for Zhao An and Jiuyin to work together to achieve it.
You don't need to guess how dangerous it is. It's a blessing for the two of them to survive.
Thinking of this, the empress poured a cup of tea herself and handed it over, her warm cheeks full of bitterness.
This slave even risked his own life for her country.
Zhao An took the tea cup, looked at her perfect face, and said softly: "I will not die. The person who can kill me has not been born yet, but now I want to investigate the paper and azurite ink."
"These two things are indeed used by court painters, but you also know that the royal things are of high quality and will be discarded if they are too old. Don't forget, it has not been a hundred years since the founding of the late emperor."
The empress mentioned a key point, and Zhao An froze immediately. Thinking about it carefully, it was true.
Could it be the scrolls left behind by the previous dynasty? Later, the late emperor killed many painters, just like Qin Shihuang burned books and harassed Confucian scholars, resulting in the loss of sketching techniques.
"Impossible, my father is not a murderous person. If you don't believe me, you can go to the historian and see." The empress said with certainty.
Zhao Anzheng had this intention and went directly to the history museum.
