The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 49 Test (No.12)
Li Changan stood beside Shen Mengxun, feeling the charm of this beautiful woman up close.It was almost close to the body, it was a bit too much, but Shen Mengxun only cared about the painting and didn't care about it at all.

After looking at it for a long time, Shen Mengxun put down the magnifying glass, turned his head because the movement was too fast, and almost had lip-to-mouth with Li Changan.She was so scared that her neck was thrown back, and her face flushed with embarrassment.Li Changan took a small step back with a smile, deliberately pretending to be stupid and said, "I'm too tired from looking at it, how about we take a rest and enjoy the painting again?"

Shen Mengxun concealed her embarrassment by lowering her head and coughing. Shen Bingyue didn't notice this episode at all, but kept asking: "Little aunt, are you satisfied with this gift?"

Shen Mengxun glared at her: "I haven't said I want to accept it yet."

Shen Bingyue pursed her lips in displeasure, but Li Changan knew that Shen Mengxun was already fascinated by this painting when she saw that Shen Mengxun was still holding the scroll carefully, with a look of reluctance to let go.

Sure enough, Shen Mengxun admired it for a while before sitting down reluctantly, and suddenly remembered Gu Ziming who was left hanging aside, and waved: "Ziming, don't stand still, sit down too, I like your words very much, just sit down." Accepted."

Gu Ziming sat down in disgrace, unable to even speak at this moment.

Li Changan picked up the teacup, looked at this funny scene, and laughed in his heart: "This Shen Mengxun is so obsessed with Song Huizong's paintings, she almost forgot Zhang Daqian's words, it's interesting."

Shen Mengxun took a sip of tea, but her mind was still on the painting, and she couldn't help looking at Li Changan again: "Mr. Li, there is something about this painting that I don't understand, and I would like to ask for advice."

Li Changan heard the meaning of her words, not only to ask for advice, but also to test his appreciation level, so he smiled and said, "Yes, no problem."

Shen Mengxun coughed: "As far as I know, Song Huizong cherishes his paintings very much. After all, he is a generation of emperors, and every work handed down from generation to generation is signed. Not only signed, but also stamped with a seal, and painted with red ink Mark it with the words 'Royal Pen'."

Li Changan nodded: "That's right, Song Huizong himself is a great expert in engraving seals. As long as it is his painting, it will definitely leave a mark."

Shen Mengxun smiled slightly: "Then why is there no Huizong's signature, let alone his seal, on the "Winter Snow Appreciation of Plum Blossoms"? Isn't this too strange?"

Gu Ziming who was on the side was refreshed and regained his vitality when he heard it. He couldn't wait to say: "That must be fake."

Li Changan pursed his lips and smiled, stood up and pointed to the scroll, "That's because Huizong was ashamed to sign his name, so he didn't even leave his own seal on it."

Shen Mengxun also stood up: "Ashamed to sign? How is this possible."

Li Changan sighed: "Because this painting is his work after he was captured in his later years!"

Shen Mengxun let out a cry: "The work after being captured?"

Li Chang'an nodded: "After the shame of Jingkang, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty was destroyed, Huizong's country was destroyed, and his family was destroyed. He was taken captive by Jin soldiers to the city of the Five Kingdoms in the north, and became a prisoner in the freezing weather. It was against this background that he He drew this picture of appreciating plum blossoms. He was the king of subjugation at that time, so how could he have the nerve to sign it after making a painting."

Shen Mengxun was dazzled by hearing it: "No wonder, no wonder this painting is full of chilling Xiao Han."

Li Chang'an smiled faintly: "From this painting, we can also see Huizong's downcast situation at that time. The falling snow in the northern winter should be like flying goose feathers, but in his pen, there are only two or three pieces, which are to express his despondency." What a lonely mood. And under the cold plum blossoms, there are dead branches, which further highlights Huizong's desolate situation."

(End of this chapter)