The Peerless God of War of the Female President

Peng Shuang interjected angrily, causing everyone to point their cameras at him again.Peng Shuang tidied up his hairstyle, and proudly said to the camera: "This Mr. Yang is the 'inner ghost' of our Peng family. After he was found stealing paintings, he lied that he had lent them to his friends. In order to prove His crime, that's why we decided to live broadcast Jianbao. If the painting is real after the appraisal, we father and son will apologize to his friend who borrowed the painting in public. If the painting is fake, then today will be a capture The thief's live broadcast!"

Yang Chen just smiled slightly, looked at Peng Shuang calmly and said, "If Mr. Peng insists on fulfilling the bet, then I have nothing to say, just bet."

After finishing speaking, Yang Chen walked directly to the desk and opened the five calligraphy and paintings one by one, "Experts, please!"

The atmosphere in the study suddenly became tense at this moment. The anchors who were still chattering just now stopped talking, and pointed their cameras at the five experts in unison.

Several experts took out professional tools such as gloves and a magnifying glass from their bags, and leaned down before the desk to inspect them carefully.

Peng Yin's heart also rose to her throat at this moment, because she knew exactly how these paintings came about.She sneaked a glance at Yang Chen, but saw that he still had the usual calm expression on his face, as if everything that happened in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Huh? Strange..."

Situ Zhiyuan, who was inspecting the painting with his head down, let out a little hey, and Ma Yunlong beside him immediately leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Teacher Sima, what's the matter?"

"I've seen this painting "Dwelling in the Cloudy Mountains" before at Mr. Shen's place. The ink is light and elegant, the landscape is properly arranged, and the ink color is mixed with dry and wet. It is very varied, and the signature and seal are all right. Something feels wrong!"

Ma Yunlong didn't speak, and took a closer look with his magnifying glass, but his face also showed the same expression as Situ Zhiyuan.

"Mr. Situ, please come and take a look at this "Suzhou Chongyang Fu"." Sun Wenshan, who was appraising the calligraphy works, greeted Situ Zhiyuan softly.

Situ Zhiyuan used a magnifying glass to carefully read the entire text, and then he gave out a sincere admiration, and said with emotion: "The "Suzhou Chongyang Fu" is said to be made by Mu Zhenren and the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River on the Double Ninth Festival. , with 56 characters in the full text, the calligraphy is ups and downs throughout, radiant and unrestrained, without a stroke of sloppy strokes. This calligraphy was imitated in the Qing and Ming dynasties, but no one can imitate the original one. Between the heaven and the earth, whose momentum is mine."

"Mr. Situ, do you mean this copybook is real?" The voice of the talkative host sounded again.

Just as Situ Zhiyuan was about to speak, Ma Yunlong pulled his sleeves and whispered something in his ear.He frowned suddenly, picked up the magnifying glass and walked to another work.

"The Picture of First Snow in Emei is 33 centimeters in length and 636.9 centimeters in width, ink and wash on paper. The beautiful scenery of Mount Emei in this picture is emerald, pines and rocks, clouds and trees, sandy cottages, and the layout is dense and varied. The pen and ink are clear but the artistic conception is simple and far-reaching, it is really a masterpiece through the ages!"

While Situ Zhiyuan talked about the details of the painting, he expressed sincere admiration, but just as he was about to stand up, his brows that had just been stretched out suddenly frowned, "Huh? This is... this is ..."

Situ Zhiyuan's old face suddenly turned cloudy. After getting up, he pushed aside the expert who was leaning over another painting and calligraphy. He took a magnifying glass to look carefully, and his body trembled slightly.

The weird behavior of this authoritative appraiser made everyone on the scene tense up. For a moment, the whole study room became audible, and everyone focused on Situ Zhiyuan.

It took a full 10 minutes for Situ Zhiyuan to straighten up. His face turned pale and he looked at the other four experts. Only then did everyone realize that his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Mr. Situ, can you tell us whether these calligraphy and paintings are authentic?" It was that talkative female anchorwoman again.

"These... these..."

Situ Zhiyuan said two 'these' in a row, but he didn't seem to have the strength to say any more. He staggered and was about to fall.

Just when Situ Zhiyuan was about to fall, Ma Yunlong who was beside him gave him a hand, and helped him to sit on the grand master's chair behind the desk.

"Teacher Situ, are you okay?"

Situ Zhiyuan quickly said to Ma Yunlong in a very small voice: "Call them over, we must not let others know about this!"

After Ma Yunlong understood, he turned around and winked at the other three companions, and they immediately approached Situ Zhiyuan knowingly.

At this time, Peng Guowei felt ecstasy, because he had heard that Situ Zhiyuan was an upright expert. Judging from his current state, he probably already saw that these calligraphy and paintings were fake!

"Teacher Situ, are you alright?" Peng Guowei asked with a concerned expression, but several shrewd experts have already heard the implication, and this is the result of the appraisal.

"I'm fine, it's just that I'm getting old and I'm feeling unwell." Situ Zhiyuan wiped off the fine sweat from his forehead, calmed down and said, "As for the results of the appraisal, I still need to exchange opinions with these few, it will take a few minutes .”

"Oh, no rush, I know this is the practice in the appraisal community, we will wait."

Situ Zhiyuan quickly exchanged glances with a few people, and asked in a low voice: "Everyone sees something is wrong, right?"

Ma Yunlong nodded slightly, "Yes, I remember chatting with Mr. Peng a few years ago and heard him talk about these calligraphy and paintings. He said that "Dwelling in Yunli Mountain" was almost destroyed by war during the war. Later, his father I found the master craftsman of Rongbaozhai in the capital and re-framed it. The earth axis and the sky pole are made of small-leaf golden silk sandalwood, but in this painting, the pole and axis are made of Italian mahogany, which is really confusing. .”

Ma Yunlong's words were extremely tactful and raised his doubts, but he did not confirm that the painting was fake, which was extremely ambiguous.

"What do you guys think?"

Sun Wenshan thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "I'm not very good at painting, but I heard a senior teacher mention the "Suzhou Chongyang Fu", and he said that this poster was once collected by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty. , and Emperor Qianlong especially liked to affix his own seal on the calligraphy and paintings in his collection. The seal on this copybook indeed belonged to Emperor Qianlong, but I always feel that the ink pad used for this seal smells wrong, and it seems to have an indescribable strange smell. "

"You mean this copybook is fake?"

Sun Wenshan shook his head, "To be honest, I really can't tell the difference. I have studied calligraphy all my life. Some people can make it difficult to distinguish the authenticity of Wang Xizhi's imitation, but Mu Zhenren's calligraphy is absolutely rare in the world. It's just... "

"Just what?"

"I just feel that the whole copybook lacks a sense of vicissitudes, as if I just wrote it not long ago."

As soon as Sun Wenshan spoke, the eyes of several people met each other, and then nodded in unison, but no one was willing to continue talking.

After being silent for a while, Ma Yunlong took a careful look at Situ Zhiyuan, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Situ, you are the Taishan Beidou in the domestic appraisal circle. We will listen to your appraisal results."

Situ Zhiyuan sighed softly, "If we misread it this time, the reputation of the first life may be ruined in one go. Do you understand?"

Ma Yunlong's voice was lowered even lower, "There are a total of six handed down works of Murenren, five of which are here now, and domestic experts who study Murenren are also here today, so I think we should not be mistaken, you What do you think?"

Situ Zhiyuan heaved a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll make today's appraisal conclusion. If you really miss it, I, the old man, will bear the scolding!"

A look of shame appeared on Ma Yunlong's face, and he lowered his head slightly.

After standing up, Situ Zhiyuan's face recovered a little, and he walked slowly in front of the cameras of the anchors, and said in a loud voice: "After the appraisal of me and four other experts, it is believed that these five calligraphy and paintings are The brushwork, painting skills, paper, and ink are indeed from the hands of the hermit Muzhenren of the Qing Dynasty, and although they have been mounted several times in later generations, they are also extremely sophisticated, so our conclusion is-authentic!"