In other words, this painting is extremely old.
"Master, can you help me take a look at this painting? Why does it feel so strange?"
Qingyue walked over, probably just took a glance, and was about to raise her sleeves to wave over.
"How dare you deceive me with such a clumsy trick!"
But just as his sleeves swung past, they stopped.
If he dealt with it here, he didn't know whether the things that had been touched by his breath would be repelled and swallowed by time, so it was better for him not to move.
Of course, he also said that this was a very crude trick and not worth mentioning.
"Go back and get some salt, add some cinnabar, and then mix it with some juice from soaked chrysanthemum grass. Then rub it over the scroll."
"Thank you, Master."
Liu Liang rolled up the painting again and put it back into her ring.
When she came, the ring was filled with snacks, but when she left, it was filled with a pile of angelica powder and the painting by Gu Kaizhi that had been kept in the ring.
She opened her eyes and it was already daybreak outside. Every time Liu Liang woke up in such a situation, she felt a little uncomfortable, as if she had had a very long dream, and when she woke up, she was here again. If there were no extra or missing things in the ring, she might really think that it was just a dream.
She was about to get up, but she felt lazy and turned over and continued to sleep.
It was not until she felt something slapping her face that she opened her eyes and was met with a pair of big round eyes, a pair of beautiful big round eyes, and a small bald head.
"Stinky Dabao, why are you here?"
Liu Liang sat up and held Dabao in her arms.
Others may not be able to tell the two little ones apart, who is the older brother and who is the younger brother? But Liu Jing will never make a mistake. There are stars in the eyes of the eldest child, while the youngest child is full of tears.
The two are completely different.
"Sister, eat your balls."
Dabao pouts his little mouth and asks for food from everyone he sees.
"How hungry are you?"
Liu Jing pinched his chubby face and said, "See, you've gained weight again. If you keep getting fatter, in the end, only a sister like you who is born with supernatural powers will be able to hold you."
Dabao certainly didn't know that his sister disliked his fatness, and he was very happy and asked for eggs to eat from time to time. At this time, Zhou Lanping walked in and picked up Dabao directly.
"He got up today and insisted on looking for you. He made a big fuss."
Zhou Lanping touched Dabao's little forehead. There was some wind outside today. He didn't know if it had touched the little kid's head. Fortunately, the little guy was in good health. Such a small wind obviously couldn't blow his little head.
"Mom, Egg."
Dading opened his big eyes, and his little appearance was both pitiful and cute. What Zhou Lanping couldn't stand the most was this expression of Dabao and Xiaobao. Obviously, Dabao and Xiaobao also knew how to make their mother soften her heart, so they performed even harder.
"knew."
Zhou Lanping pinched his chubby face and said, "Mom is taking you to eat eggs. Xiaobao has eaten the eggs. It's your fault for being disobedient. You are a disobedient child and you have no eggs to eat."
"Eat the balls."
Dabao doesn’t have that many words yet, so he couldn’t hear anything else. He could only understand the two words “dandan” that Zhou Lanping said.
"I'll take him to eat something first."
Zhou Lanping pressed his son's little face into his arms. "We've all eaten, and we thought you might not have recovered yet, so we didn't wake you up."
"Your uncle Cheng has kept the food warm in the pot. Come and eat it later."
"I see."
Liu Liang pulled the quilt again and wanted to sleep for a while. It was only a little after nine o'clock, so it wasn't too late.
After Zhou Lanping brought Dabao back, Liu Jing got up.
"I've really been a hard worker."
Liu Liang pouted.
How do people manage to sleep until the sun is high in the sky every day?
She thought that she might really not be able to do it. When she was at the Liu family, she had never slept well for a single day. This time she came back to study again. She had to get up early every day. At her master's place, she had to get up even earlier. The sunflower grass that was wet with dew would be better. Not to mention the dew, even a little bit of moisture had an extraordinary effect.
When Liu Jing arrived there, the nanny said that Cheng Bin and Zhou Lanping took Dabao and Xiaobao to the small lake outside to enjoy the scenery. This was a habit developed by the two younger ones.
Liu Liang walked into the kitchen and opened the pot. There were a lot of things in the pot, including steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and millet porridge.
Liu Liang took out her breakfast and sat at the stone table, smelling the sweet fragrance of osmanthus flowers and eating the refreshing and appetizing side dishes. She felt in a good mood every day.
After dinner, Liu Jing still did not go out. She still had a lot of things to do, and she also had to take out the fairy sunflower grass powder. She had accumulated a lot this time, and if she didn't take it out, there would be no room for other things in the ring.
After placing the herb powder in the small warehouse, Liu Liang took out the scroll.
The scroll was still the same, not changed at all. It seemed that the things she took with her would be fine.
She opened the scroll and spread it flat on a large table. To be honest, after looking at it for a long time, she still didn't feel any difference, and it was definitely a fake.
She fetched a basin of water, put some herb in it, then found some cinnabar and salt, and mixed the three together as Qingyue said.
Then she soaked a clean cloth and wiped it carefully. She wiped very carefully because she knew that there was water in it. If she was not careful, she might wipe off the color on the painting.
She wiped it off carefully, bit by bit. At first, nothing happened. It was still the same fake, the same color. Liu Jing felt a little disappointed, but also a little relieved. At least, she really didn't wipe off the paint.
Is it because there is not enough water, or not enough salt, or even not enough cinnabar?
Liu Liang leaned against the table, thinking about this from time to time. She couldn't help but sigh. It was all her fault. How could she forget to ask the master what the exact proportions of these things were?
She must have put something in the wrong place, otherwise, there would be no way it would have no effect at all.
She really believed what Qingyue said. Qingyue would not lie to her out of boredom. It was just that she did not ask clearly.
She turned around and prepared to roll up the painting, but her hand suddenly froze there, and even her pupils shrank slightly.
At this point, she quickly picked up the painting and placed it in front of her eyes.
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