Chapter 756: The Heavenly King Sending Sons (Part 1)
Since this space is warm and dry, the damage to calligraphy and paintings is not great, so there is still a big gap between the technology of calligraphy and painting restoration and the outside world.
Qin Bing has a high level of appreciation of calligraphy and painting, but if he were asked to dissect this authentic work of Zhao Mengfu, there would be nothing Qin Bing could do unless he destroyed the painting.
"Third brother, help me find a brush." Qin Feng said to Qin Shan after the rice soup was cooked and left to cool in the yard.
"Qin Feng, what do you need a brush for?" Qin Jun asked with some confusion. He was wondering how Qin Feng, who had lived in the mountains since childhood, knew these things.
"You'll know later." Qin Feng smiled and waved his hand, but when he saw the brush Qin Shan brought, his face suddenly showed a look of dumbfounding.
"My third brother, can you get a brush made of boar bristles? Can this be used?" Looking at the bristles on the brush, Qin Feng said: "You need a soft-bristled brush, the softer the better."
"Oh? I'll go find him right away..." Qin Shan agreed, turned around and walked out again.
"Brother Qin Bing, do you have any glue here?" Qin Feng turned to Qin Bing and asked.
"Glue? Is it something that can bond objects?" Qin Bing thought for a moment and said, "There is glue used by carpenters. I wonder if it is suitable for you?"
"Okay, bring it too!" Qin Feng nodded. Although the rice soup is sticky enough, glue still needs to be applied on the back, otherwise it will not be easy to peel off.
"Okay, second brother, help me spread out the painting..."
After everything was ready, Qin Feng had two long tables moved and put together. The length of the painting was more than three meters, and the two tables could just be spread out when put together.
With the help of Qin Jun, this splash-ink landscape was spread on the table with the front side facing the table and the back side upward.
"Qin Feng, is this okay?" Qin Bing looked at Qin Bing with some suspicion, holding a bowl of rice soup in his left hand and a brush in his right hand.
"Even if there is no painting inside, the damage to the painting will not be great."
Qin Feng smiled and said: "Even if Brother Qin Bing identifies this painting as the authentic work of Zhao Mengfu, no one will believe it, which means this painting is worthless. Use it to make something." The experiment is nothing."
Qin Feng firmly believed that the painting that Zhao Mengfu spent so much effort to cover up was definitely not a simple work, and its value was definitely far higher than this painting.
"All right!"
Qin Bing nodded. Zhao Mengfu's paintings were not considered top-notch here, but if Qin Feng wanted to do this with Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Lanting Collection", Qin Bing would definitely not agree.
"First, apply a layer of rice soup..."
Qin Feng dipped a brush into some rice soup in the bowl and applied it evenly on the back of the painting. After waiting for about half an hour, he applied a layer of glue on top of the rice soup.
After waiting for about half an hour, Qin Feng tried the glue with his hands, and then carefully opened a thin slit from the top of the scroll.
Rolling the uncovered glue rice soup and a layer of Yuan Shu paper into a tube shape, Qin Feng peeled it off very gently. It took Qin Feng an entire hour to peel off the first layer of the three-meter-long scroll.
"Is this good? There's nothing..." Seeing Qin Feng's actions, Qin Jun asked in surprise.
"It's still early. Yuan Shu paper is thicker than ordinary paper. I'm afraid it will have to be peeled off more than ten times..."
Some highly skilled craftsmen can even peel off four or five layers of rice paper, let alone Yuan Shu paper. According to Qin Feng's method, it may take more than ten times to peel off a piece of Yuan Shu paper. Completely broken down.
Qin Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead. This job seemed very simple, but it was very labor-intensive, because a slightly larger movement might damage the paintings in the mezzanine.
"Qin Feng, why don't I come next!" With Qin Bing's understanding of calligraphy and painting, he naturally understood after seeing Qin Feng do this.
"I'll do it myself!" Qin Feng shook his head and said: "This thing is not very professional. It requires relatively high strength, and I'm afraid of hurting the things inside."
"Is there really something inside?" Qin Bing said dubiously.
"There is a rice paper painting, but I don't know what it is..."
Qin Feng nodded. After peeling off the first layer of Yuan Shu paper, he could vaguely see that the painting was made of two Yuan Shu papers pasted together, with a few corners exposed in the middle that were different from the Yuan Shu paper.
"It would be incredible if Zhao Mengfu could fake the collection of paintings!"
When Qin Feng pointed out that it was different from the Yuan Shu paper, Qin Bing's face suddenly showed an excited look, and he kept rubbing his hands, eager to uncover the painting all at once.
As the saying goes, slow work makes the most of the work, which corresponds to the scene at this time. Qin Feng slowly peeled off the layers of Yuan calligraphy paper. When he reached the eleventh layer, the light was already on in the side room.
"How's it going? Is the painting about to come out?"
After uncovering eleven layers in a row, the Yuan Shu paper was already as thin as cicada wings. Under the light, through the last layer of Yuan Shu paper, one could clearly see the outline of a painting inside.
"It's white linen paper. This... this is a painting from the Tang Dynasty!"
When they reached the eleventh floor, the paper used for the paintings inside was clearly visible, and Qin Bing recognized it at a glance. It was on white linen paper.
Rice paper was only made in the Song Dynasty, and people in the Tang Dynasty mostly used white linen paper made from mulberry.
In the Tang Dynasty, white linen paper was used for all the edicts drafted by Hanlin scholars such as pardons, virtues, establishment of queens, establishment of princes, great punishments, and removal of generals. Therefore, white linen paper also represented the nature of edicts in the Tang Dynasty. mean.
"There is still the last level." Qin Feng drank a few sips of water this afternoon. His face was full of exhaustion, but his eyes shone with light and he was a little excited.
As for the ancient technique of hiding paintings within paintings, Qin Feng had only heard about it from his master in the past. Now that a painting within a painting was about to appear in front of him, he was naturally a little excited.
"Huh? It looks like a figure painting?" When Qin Feng took off the last layer of Yuan Shu paper, Qin Bing quickly took the lamp and looked at it carefully on the table.
"I can't see clearly." After a while, Qin Bing shook his head, because there was a layer of Yuan Shu paper on the back of the painting, and the light transmittance of the white linen paper was not very good, so it was not very clear. clear.
"Qin Feng, how do you separate the paintings in the end?"
Qin Jun was scratching his head and head anxiously beside him. Both his brothers were very fond of calligraphy and painting. As early as when Qin Feng was busy, he had been guessing who had written this painting.
"This is easy to handle." Qin Feng laughed when he heard the words and said: "Generally, the paintings in the cracks do not use adhesives, as long as the paintings are opened."
Qin Feng asked Zhang Hu to find the iron-wood stick he usually used, gently peeled off the top of the painting and attached it to the stick, then rolled it forward, and the white linen paper painting suddenly separated from the scroll.
"Easy, slow down..." The two Qin Bing brothers next to them were even more nervous than Qin Feng. They waited until Qin Feng rolled all the three-meter-long scrolls on the stick before they relaxed. tone.
"Qin Feng, I have a good shaft, let's put it on top!" Qin Bing ran to his study, took three or four calligraphy and painting shafts, and placed them on the table.
"Brother Qin Bing, do you want to see what kind of painting this is?"
I was too focused when I was picking up the painting just now. The few people around me only noticed that it was a figure painting. There were Buddhist figures and generals and ladies in it, but they still couldn't tell what kind of painting it was.
"Qin Feng, stop teasing us!"
Qin Bing spread a snow-white blanket on the long table and said: "Hurry up and spread it out, let us take a good look. Who does this painting hidden by Zhao Mengfu belong to?"
"Okay, the two eldest brothers are well-informed and I need you to appreciate them."
Qin Feng didn't waste any time. After asking Zhang Hu to wash his hands, he gently pinched both ends of the painting. Qin Feng rolled the wooden stick and slowly spread the painting on the long table blanket. .
"This...is this a character picture?"
"What a great image!"
When the tip of the iceberg was revealed in the painting, the brothers Qin Bing exclaimed at the same time. Ancient figure paintings emphasized meaning rather than form, but the figures just revealed were painted in blue. The painting is lifelike.
"This...this is..."
"Big...brother..."
When the painting reached one-third of the way, several red bell seals suddenly appeared on the corners. After seeing those seals clearly, Qin Bing and Qin Jun's throats rattled at the same time, but they could not say anything. Come in a complete sentence.
"It's... a painting by Wu Daozi?!" Finally, Qin Bing shouted loudly.
"What? Wu...Wu Daozi's paintings?"
Qin Feng, who was unfolding the painting, was stunned when he heard this, and the hand that was slowly rolling the wooden stick stopped. The reason why he stopped was that Qin Feng was afraid that the painting would be damaged if he got excited.
"That's right, this is Wu Daozi's "Picture of the King Delivering His Son"!!" Qin Bing nodded vigorously, his eyes almost touching the picture.
"Damn it, Wu Daozi's painting!" Qin Feng took several deep breaths before calming down, but his movements of spreading the painting became more and more gentle, for fear of damaging the painting. !
At this time, the Qin Bing brothers could not care about Qin Feng at all. One of them held a lamp and guarded the one-meter-square table, observing the paintings fascinatedly.
"Didn't the "Picture of the King of Heaven Delivering His Son" already appear? Why...why is there another one here?"
With the painting spread out, Qin Feng was confused for a moment and wished he could spread the painting out immediately and take a closer look.
"That's right, it's undoubtedly "The Picture of the King Sending His Son Off"..."
When Qin Feng spread out the entire painting, Qin Bing's half-crying, half-laughing voice came to his ears. At this time, he also completed the appraisal of the painting.
"Brother, you are right. The line drawing technique is indeed that of "The King of Heaven Sends Off His Son"..." It could be heard that Qin Jun was extremely excited at this moment and was trembling even as he spoke.
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