Tripod wedding

Chapter 1170 Condolences to Qu Yuan ([-])

Lin Qi frowned: "In that case, how did you recognize it? And how do you know that this is a copied post, not the original post?"

Xu Qingru explained: "As I said just now, there are problems with the paper, seal, and brushwork of the copybook, so of course it is not genuine."

"I don't understand, what's the problem? I obviously chose high-quality rice paper. As for the brushwork, I think it is the same as the original." Lin Qi finally admitted that it was his copy at that time.

Xu Qingru thought for a while and said, "You did use high-quality rice paper, special skin paper, but the rice paper you use is made of green sandalwood bark and straw."

"What's wrong with this?" Lin Qi still didn't understand why.

"I have appraised a copybook of Huai Su's "42 Chapters" before, including the inscriptions, calligraphy, and seals. There is no problem. The only problem is the paper used for writing. It is also a special paper."

"Let me simply tell you that the rice paper in the Tang Dynasty was not made of green sandalwood skin. The production of rice paper from green sandalwood skin only appeared in the Song and Yuan dynasties. The seal on your copybook, It is clearly engraved with the tenth year of Taiyuan, that should be the year name of Emperor Xiaowu of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, if you think about it, you will know it is wrong."

When Xu Qingru said this, she remembered the "Cursive Calligraphy of Huai Su's "42 Chapters"" that was appraised in front of Zhao Wencheng at that time. Now that she thinks about it, she can easily see the loopholes in the paper.

But at that time, she had no self-confidence, was timid, and dared not speak loudly in front of Zhao Wencheng, and even sweated nervously after the appraisal.

If Fu Tianze hadn't been by her side, she thought she wouldn't be able to say many things.

But now, it's different.

What's there to be nervous about?What is there to be afraid of?

She was no longer afraid.

But he wasn't with her anymore.

Xu Qingru's eyes were a little sad.

Lin Qi was in a daze as he listened to Xu Qingru explain why his copybooks were copies.

He now understands that Xu Qingru is not an ordinary person.

His tone sank, and he asked, "What about the brushwork? What's wrong with the brushwork?"

This is something that Lin Qi has never been able to accept.

Xu Qingru came back to her senses, raised her eyes and said: "The fortune is not right. Although I haven't read the original post, but in your copybook, some words have good luck, and some are soft. It is probably when copying, and it was not done in one go, so There is a gap between before and after.”

"But since the poem "Diao Qu Yuan Fu" is chosen, the writer's state of mind probably resonates with Qu Yuan, and he should not just want to practice calligraphy. If you only want to practice calligraphy, there are many better poems to choose from."

After Xu Qingru's words fell, Lin Qi was a little discouraged.

She was right.

When copying this copybook, he did not complete it in one go. In order to maximize the "similarity", he repeated and adjusted his state repeatedly.

He is indeed extremely "similar", almost exactly the same.

Unexpectedly, Xu Qingru saw that the fortune of calligraphy was wrong.

Lin Qi smiled sourly: "It's no wonder that I have always been anonymous. Even if my handwriting looks like those of everyone, what's the use?"

Xu Qingru didn't want to comfort him.

She has never been consoling.

Lin Qi felt sorry for himself for a while, then raised his head and asked Xu Qingru, "My copybook is worthless, so what do you want? Want the original copybook? Sorry, I don't have it."

(End of this chapter)