He parted his lips slightly and slowly said, "Fifth Brother's sentiments are even more heartwarming than the pre-Qingming Longjing tea on the imperial desk."
"Since you have brought this treasure, I feel that today, with the sunlight slanting through the west window, it is the perfect time to appreciate it. Please present it to me so that we may view it together."
Upon hearing the Emperor's words, Ning Chenxing lowered his head slightly, like a delicate orchid nodding in a gentle breeze.
His gaze, like a deep, dark pool, slowly slid down to his sleeve, his eyes seemingly captivated by what was inside, lingering there for a long time.
At the same time, the corners of her lips curved upwards like a crescent moon, forming a very faint arc.
The arc was as subtle as a shooting star twinkling in the night sky, fleeting yet containing complex emotions that were difficult for others to perceive.
That smile held an air of certainty, like a chess player watching a checkmate about to be completed on the board.
It also harbored a secret smugness at the impending success of its conspiracy, like a sinister phantom in the darkness about to pounce.
Then, his movements were elegant and composed, each action as if rehearsed countless times.
He moved with the grace and rhythm of a skilled dancer, slowly and gently taking out the scroll known as a calligraphy treasure from his sleeve.
The posture suggested that what he held in his hands was not an ordinary scroll, but a sacred object containing the most precious secrets in the world.
He walked with seemingly steady yet subtly mysterious steps, slowly and deliberately, toward the imperial desk.
Each step seemed to carry an invisible rhythm, the sound of footsteps echoing like muffled drumbeats in the almost solemn silence of the imperial study.
The sound, steady and unhurried, tapped through the air, echoing in the tranquil space, as if setting the stage for something to happen.
Upon arriving at the imperial desk, Ning Chenxing instantly adopted a perfectly timed smile, a smile as warm as the spring sunshine filtering through the thin mist on a clear morning.
At first glance, it appears friendly and gentle, making people feel as if they are bathed in a spring breeze and warm their hearts.
However, if someone could look closely beyond this appearance, they would discover a subtle, indescribable anomaly.
The anomaly was like a hidden reef beneath a calm lake surface; the surface appeared placid, but in reality, it concealed dangers that could cause any approaching ship to run aground and sink at any moment.
He steadily and respectfully presented the scroll to the emperor with both hands, his posture displaying the utmost obedience of a subject to his monarch. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes revealing humility and reverence.
However, his slightly trembling fingertips seemed to inadvertently reveal the unknown tension and excitement deep within him, as if he were about to unveil a thrilling drama.
As Ning Chenyi looked at the scroll handed to him by his fifth brother, a strange feeling, like ripples spreading across his heart, a complex and intertwined sensation, arose within him.
He clearly remembered that his fifth brother had just declared with absolute certainty that this was a piece of calligraphy from the previous dynasty.
However, the appearance of the scroll before him, no matter how closely he examined it from any angle, was completely different from the ancient artifacts he had in mind that had weathered the vicissitudes of time and were full of historical weight.
Its craftsmanship is so exquisite that it is almost luxurious; every texture and every decoration showcases the ultimate level of craftsmanship.
The material is so new that it seems to still exude the fresh scent of something that was just made, like a flower blooming in the morning, fresh and dewy.
Its delicate texture and smooth surface.
All of these make one feel that they are more like new works by a contemporary master craftsman than relics from a previous dynasty that have been weathered by time.
However, despite the thick fog of doubt surrounding the scroll's design, Ning Chenyi did not harbor any further suspicions.
In his mind, his younger brother's love for calligraphy and painting had reached the point of obsession, almost to the point of madness.
Even if the calligraphy is slightly damaged, the younger brother will cherish it as if it were his most precious treasure.
They spared no expense in spending a great deal of time, energy, and money to try every possible way to repair it.
For him, re-editing and rebinding was as commonplace as eating a meal.
He seemed to have poured his soul into those paintings and calligraphy, regarding them as an indispensable part of his life.
After some thought, Ning Chenyi gradually felt relieved, and the doubts in his heart dissipated like morning mist under the sunlight.
The emperor's expression was calm and composed, and his every move exuded the composure and grandeur of an emperor.
He reached out and steadily took the scroll, his movements calm and natural, as if he were taking something completely ordinary.
However, deep down, he was filled with anticipation for the unfolding story.
He slowly unrolled the scroll, his focused expression revealing his heartfelt love and anticipation for calligraphy and painting, as if he were about to unveil a mysterious scroll that concealed endless secrets and surprises.
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