Chapter 557 Appraiser (Part 1)

"Old Qian, this is an animal skin, not a good rice paper." Wang Sheng reminded with a smile. The animal skin fan is mainly to consider the needs of toughness and formations. The paper is not enough to reach the level of a fan.

"I know!" Mr. Qian was walking and holding a folding fan, and couldn't let go of it. When he heard Wang Sheng's reminder, he quickly replied: "You can write animal skins, but at most you can rewrite and re-paint them every few years, and it won't be broken anyway!"

Wang Sheng was speechless, and he just used animal skin as wiping paper. What could you do?

When I came to another independent courtyard again, there were more than a dozen scroll of calligraphy and paintings in the room. There was a large table in the center of the main hall, and an extremely exquisite spring scenery was spread out on it.

"Old Qian, please!" Wang Sheng said to Old Qian.

Mr. Qian did not refuse, and walked directly to the center of the table and began to carefully observe the picture.

"The paper is a jade version of the dried life, so I won't say it." Mr. Qian just saw it and recognized the paper of the spring scenery picture, but added: "It was two years ago."

"Mo is Li Mo, and the taste is still very new. It took him almost a year to draw." Mr. Qian smelled how long he had been drawing through the smell of ink.

To be honest, Wang Sheng's nose is more flexible than Mr. Qian, and he can also smell the difference in the ink fragrance above, but if Wang Sheng wants to tell how long it will take for this fragrance, Wang Sheng does not have the ability to do this.

"Spring scenery, tender willows, green silk, freehand paintings of mountains and rivers, and the thickness is suitable for each other." After Qian shook his head and evaluated it, he slowly made a judgment: "Looking at this stroke, looking at this a bit exaggerated ink willow, this must be the work of the Grand Secretary Qin in the capital. Only he would paint the weeping willows by the river so turbulently, that is, an old and beautiful person who is immortal in spring."

There is a seal in the corner of the painting, but the seal is now covered with several pieces of paper and has not been shown, and Mr. Qian has not opened it to see it. After reaching the conclusion, he reached out and slowly lifted the seal and signed it.

Sure enough, the square seal and signature were shown, which was the work of Grand Secretary Qin.

Wang Sheng directly gave Mr. Qian a thumbs up. Awesome! Mr. Tie next to him was not interested in these calligraphy and paintings, but he could also know from the communication between Mr. Wang Sheng and Mr. Qian that Qian's judgment was correct again this time.

Qiangwei smiled and unfolded another scroll, but she left some of the signatures, so she still asked Mr. Qian to appraise it.

This time, Mr. Qian still explained the characteristics, techniques and brand of the picture clearly as in the previous volume, and then said the author's name. Finally, he opened the seal signature part and saw that it was indeed the one.

The three paintings in a row were all the same result. Mr. Qian had a clear understanding of the characteristics of these scholars in the capital. He had to say that this guy was really a freak. You must know that when there was no jade version before, who would care about the characteristics of the things he drew?

It can be said that Mr. Qian is born to be an appraiser.

After seeing the three paintings, Qiang Wei smiled and unfolded it. It was a large character. What surprised Wang Sheng was that it was actually a large character in regular script.

Kaiyi has only been popular for a few years. Now, all those who are studying in the world like this square regular calligraphy. Everyone uses their own characters as a model. In a few years, a group of calligraphy masters have emerged.

"Yeah, these words are a bit interesting." Mr. Qian looked at the four characters that were unfolded, and began to appreciate them. He commented while admiring: "The pattern structure is still very neat, and the characters are also in style. Unfortunately, I am a little unfamiliar! The final stroke was a bit not so complete, but overall it was already written by the master."

"This should be the word "Sir Han!" Mr. Qian said his judgment: "That is, he dares to write an inscription on the Changsheng Gong Mansion in the event of a failure, which is a joke!"

"The Grand Secretary wrote by himself, which is a good thing that cannot be asked for." Qiangwei explained with a smile, then opened the seal behind it, and it was indeed Grand Secretary Han.

After putting away the character, Rose opened another one in a blink of an eye. This is a square scroll with only one character on it, which is the word "jing".

"Yeah! This word is quite interesting." Old Qian looked at the word "jing" and praised it. He directly used the method of holding a pen to hold a fan, and then set it up in the air. After writing the word "jing" in the air, he let out a long sigh.

It was only then that Qiangwei noticed that when Qian Laoxukong wrote this word just now, he held his breath and did not breathe until he finished writing it.

"It was done in one go, it was done in one go. Calm your mind and calm, but it also implies the general trend of the world." Mr. Qian finally saw a word that was very happy and comfortable: "It is absolutely impossible for this word to be done without three years of hard work. As far as I know, this word is probably only one person can write it, and only the Changsheng Gong Mansion can leave this word."

After shaking his head and judging for a long time, Mr. Qian said, "This is the word "The Emperor, is that right?"

Qiang Wei looked at Mr. Qian and couldn't help but imitate Wang Sheng and gave him a thumbs up. This look was simply no one else.

The word "Jing" was really written by the emperor. I don't know when it was plundered back by Mei'er, and Wang Sheng didn't know.

But Mr. Qian can actually see from the word "quiet" that the world is hidden. This is the ability, and everyone cannot be admired.

Immediately afterwards, Qiangwei took out another character and spread it out for Mr. Qian to appreciate it. This character is also a character, with no signature on it, only a single character, a neatly crafted word "Yong".

Looking at this word, Mr. Qian's eyes suddenly became extremely serious, and light seemed to appear in his eyes. He almost lay on the table, and he could be said to be looking inch by inch.

Qiangwei noticed that when Mr. Qian started to look at the first stroke, he never breathed again. He kept holding his breath while holding his breath, pressing his fingers on the top of the font, moving one by one.

Finally, Mr. Qian saw the end from the beginning and exclaimed. In one breath, Qian almost vomited for half a minute, then closed his eyes, as if he was aftertaste, holding a folding fan in his hand, and began to copy it in the air. The feeling was as if he was drinking a large bottle of cold beer on a hot day, and it felt good from the inside to the outside.

"This is a model word!" After a long time, Mr. Qian opened his eyes and looked at the word Yong, as if he could not pull it out in his eyes.
Chapter completed!