Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 36
There were many people outside the door, and the air inside was dull.

Song Zhong put his hands down and stood aside, patiently listening to his second uncle Song Yijiang talking about Shen Yunfeng's various problems.

Taking advantage of the time when his second uncle Song Yijiang was drinking tea, Song Zhong frowned and asked, "Second uncle, I understand everything else you said, but there is only one sentence that my nephew can't figure out. What does it mean that Shen Yunfeng found someone?" The dead will take the blame for him?"

After asking this sentence, Song Zhong took two or three steps back in a sensible way, avoiding his second uncle Song Yijiang by using the pretext of getting a thermos bottle.

Ever since he was a child, he has been kicked by his second uncle a lot. Even now that he is an apprentice in Hengxing, when there is no one in the shop, he will be kicked just because he said a wrong sentence or made a certain action.

What's more, Song Zhong saw the truth, and the second uncle Song Yijiang was obviously in a bad mood today.

Song Yijiang put down his teacup, didn't look at Song Zhong who was avoiding him, and said with a cold face: "After confirming that there is indeed a painting hidden in Leng Mei's posthumous work, Dong Qichang and that curator Jin asked Shen Yunfeng, what did you do?" It is certain that the universe in the painting must be Chen Hongshou's authentic work, guess how Shen Yunfeng answered?"

Song Zhong didn't care if his second uncle Song Yijiang looked at him or not, he immediately shook his head.

Xin said, it's unnecessary for you to ask, if I can guess my nephew, would I still be willing to ask you at the risk of being kicked?
"Shen Yunfeng just said it, but he also guessed it." Song Yijiang "slapped" "slapped" "slapped" and "slapped" the sawdust on the table, "Song Zhong, you must not have imagined that the atmosphere at that time was as embarrassing as it was." How embarrassing, in front of Dong Qichang and Director Jin, he actually gave such an answer with a bad face."

"It has to be Miss Binru. She asked Shen Yunfeng with a smile and a joke, you didn't say that on purpose because you were afraid that we would know your little secret, right?"

"Guess what, Shen Yunfeng's face turned red when Miss Bin Ru said that."

On the side, Song Zhong looked up at his second uncle Song Yijiang who was very angry, and muttered: "Asking me to guess again, second uncle, are we playing a guessing game?"

"Then, Shen Yunfeng explained that when he was in college, he was not interested in a required course, so he often skipped classes and wandered to a bookstore outside the school to read some miscellaneous old books."

Song Yijiang didn't notice the expression on Song Zhong's face either, and continued along his own train of thought, "He said he saw it from a book of unofficial history, saying that after Hong Zhou saw his second elder brother Hong Shi was slaughtered by his father, he did it for himself. Bao also wanted to show that he had no intention of competing with Prince Bao for the throne, so he started doing all kinds of things, as long as he didn't break the taboo, he did it all over again."

"Hong Zhou's work lasted from the Yongzheng Dynasty to the Qianlong Dynasty, until he was burped by himself."

"Leng Mei, who was highly appreciated by Emperor Kangxi, became less popular with the new emperor after Yongzheng ascended the throne. For a while, he was even removed from the ranks of court painters."

"It wasn't until Yongzheng Hippi Hongli succeeded to the throne that Leng Mei re-entered the Imperial Academy of Painting and was entrusted with important tasks by Emperor Qianlong. He was also taken care of by Emperor Qianlong in his later years."

"Hong Zhou is so clever. Seeing that the third brother of the emperor likes Leng Mei so much, he thought about 'confronting' the third brother of the emperor, wandering into the palace from time to time, and taking Leng Mei's hard work from the painting academy. "Borrowed" the painting, or deliberately tore it up, or found an excuse to say that it was lost, anyway, they did not return it."

Song Zhong raised his brows, and said in his heart, this Hongzhou played tricks to the extreme in order to save his life.

Song Yijiang took a sip of tea, signaled Song Zhong to come over for more water, and continued, "Shen Yunfeng said that he clearly remembered that it was written in the wild history that He Shuo and Prince Hongzhou knew that Emperor Qianlong appreciated Leng Mei, so they took Leng Mei on purpose. Among them, there is a precedent of hiding Chen Hongshou's masterpieces in Leng Mei's paintings."

"So, what this guy Shen Yunfeng means is that he has concluded that the ancient painting hidden in Leng Mei's posthumous work today belongs to Chen Hongshou?"

Song Zhong said in a low voice.

"Ok!"

Song Yijiang almost affirmed Song Zhong's statement with a nasal voice.

Pushing away the chair and standing up, he walked slowly in the store with his hands behind his back. After walking around for two times, he suddenly stopped, and then he sneered, looked at Song Zhong and said, "Just Shen Yunfeng's nonsense, catch the dead Dong Qichang, Curator Jin, and Boss Liang, the three well-known figures in the Guanzhong antique circle, all believed in Hong Zhoulai’s 300-year-old practice.”

Song Zhong looked up at his second uncle Song Yijiang and looked very angry.

In my heart, I actually tend to believe Shen Yunfeng's words.

Otherwise, how else can Shen Yunfeng confess with leniency and honesty?
"Oh, I never thought that I would lose to this kid over and over again." Song Yijiang shook his head and sighed, staring at the sun shining into the store in a daze.

Song Zhong stood aside very wisely, not daring to make any noise.

After a while, Song Yijiang looked up at the time, and murmured: "I guess this kid won't come to work this afternoon, and Boss Liang's father and daughter will definitely not come again. Song Zhong, you stay here. I'll go out to relax. Call me if you need something."

After speaking, he took the windbreaker and left sullenly.

Song Zhong sent it to the door, watching his second uncle Song Yijiang walking towards the distant gate face building while wearing a windbreaker.

He could vaguely imagine that his second uncle Song Yijiang went to find someone to "relax".

It's already four o'clock in the afternoon.

The store door opened, and Shen Yunfeng helped Yuan Dongliang, who was unconscious from drinking, to stop a taxi and went to Yunding Mansion.

After more than ten minutes, the taxi stopped steadily outside the gate of a magnificent single-family villa. Shen Yunfeng got out of the car first, rang the doorbell a few times, and a middle-aged woman in plain clothes came out of the villa. Behind Yuan Dongliang in the back seat, he shouted a few times into the house, and hurriedly opened the door.

After leaving his contact information, Shen Yunfeng got back into the taxi and left soon after watching the drunken Yuan Dongliang being helped into the villa by the housekeeper and maid.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, looking at the excited Yuan Dongliang, Shen Yunfeng had already called Liang Jinyan to ask for leave.

He knew that for today's drink, if one of them drank too much, they would definitely not be able to leave.

Shen Yunfeng took a taxi out of Yunding Mansion, got off at a bus stop, went to the self-service teller machine next to him, and transferred the remaining money to his family, then got on the bus and walked towards the "Xu Family Courtyard".

After more than 20 minutes, Shen Yunfeng sat cross-legged on the bed in the rental house, and closed his eyes to carefully perceive the reaction of the ancient book.

In the morning, after touching the authentic Leng Mei paintings brought by the strange man, the ancient book has already absorbed the simple aura in the two paintings.

Now, Shen Yunfeng wants to try, after absorbing the aura of the two ancient paintings, is it possible to reappear the intermittent perspective ability.

After a dozen or so breaths, Shen Yunfeng felt a tingling warm energy in his body slowly swimming towards his eyes on the top of his head.

When this warm energy began to fill the eye sockets, Shen Yunfeng clearly felt that his entire eyes, including the eyeballs, felt an extremely strong sense of comfort.

He opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the thick book placed aside, while silently reciting the word "perspective" in his mind.

After a thin layer of mist flashed across the bottom of his eyes, Shen Yunfeng's eyes stayed on the book for more than ten seconds and then closed.

From the corner of his eyes, two lines of light golden tears trickled down slowly.

(End of this chapter)