Chapter 2019: Gathering of Heroes 3

After coming out of Professor Xie's house, the first thing Feng Qingxue did when she got home was to put the antique calligraphy and paintings she brought back from outside into the collection room on the third floor.

She has been doing this often recently. In fact, she is taking things out of the space and then taking them back under the pretext of something else.

Most of the antiques will be left to the children, and a small part of the cultural relics will probably be donated to the country. They cannot be kept in the space forever.

Therefore, after passing the clear road, there are more and more things on the third floor.

In particular, Lu's father did not stop collecting, and he and Cheng Baoguo often appeared with their children near second-hand markets such as Liulichang.

The chengni inkstone that Feng Qingxue is using to practice calligraphy now was the one that Lu's father had just brought back for her. It was a tribute from the early Qing Dynasty, but there was Qianlong's seal on the bottom, so it was obviously something that Qianlong had used.

Qianlong had no other hobbies. His first hobby was writing poetry. He wrote more than 40,000 poems during his lifetime, but none of them has been passed down through the ages. His second hobby was collecting poems. He stamped his seal on famous paintings and calligraphy, and he stamped them so densely that the beauty of the blank space was completely lost.

Feng Qingxue laughed so hard that her stomach hurt, and said maliciously: "Don't underestimate them. Who knows, in a few decades, Qianlong's paintings, calligraphy and porcelain may be worth hundreds of millions!" She can testify to this.

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Both are celestial globe vases, but the one from the Yongzheng period is comfortable to look at, while the one from the Qianlong period is so dazzling.

Among the calligraphy and paintings that Ouyang Lan sold to Feng Qingxue was an ancient painting that had been collected and appreciated by Emperor Qianlong. It was a detailed painting of flowers and birds, with a large seal on the bird's butt.

"How about we make a bet?"

Tang Song put down the painting he was looking at and said casually, "I just don't like Qianlong's stuff."

Tang Song asked what the bet was, Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "If I win, you and Mr. Ouyang will paint a picture for me together."

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "The styles of the porcelain used by Emperor Yongzheng and Emperor Qianlong are also completely different. The former has a sparse and orderly layout and light colors, while the latter has a cluster of flowers and is dense and gorgeous."

Tang Song didn't believe it, "With that level, hundreds of millions? You're kidding."

When Feng Qingxue sent it to Tang Song and Ouyang Lan, Ouyang Lan couldn't help but say, "When Old Tang received this calligraphy, he almost scolded Qianlong to death, saying that this guy was a prodigal son, and compared with his father, he had no aesthetic sense at all. Look, look, how can you just randomly stamp without considering the layout of the calligraphy and painting, but he can do it!"

There is also a piece of calligraphy with more than a dozen cinnabar red seals of Emperor Qianlong printed on it, large and small, which can make people suffer from claustrophobia.

She had already remembered that Ouyang Lan and Tang Song were a famous couple in the painting world, who were good at detailed figures and pictures of pleasure. Although they were not as famous as Wen Ruyu, their joint works were later auctioned for tens of millions of yuan.

Tang Song agreed immediately, "Let's finish the painting first and leave it for posterity. If we lose, we'll give the painting to you!"

They are old and don't think they can live for more than a few decades.

Feng Qingxue then noticed the age of the two elders and said with a smile: "Don't say that. I hope you two will live to be over a hundred years old. Let's see who wins and who loses seriously."

"No wonder Old Xie likes you, you're so sweet." Ouyang Lan said, and stuffed the two small boxes that Feng Qingxue brought with the calligraphy and painting back into her hands. "Calligraphy and painting are our lifeblood. You gave them to us with such earnestness, so we accepted them with shameless face. These two things are given to you. It's amazing that you have preserved the calligraphy and painting so well for more than ten years without changing."

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(End of this chapter)