Myriad Realms Free Mercenaries

Chapter 419
For three days in a row, Jessica wanted to visit Zhu's house, but she felt that the contact with others was too frequent and a bit abrupt. Every morning he would go to Fenglin, just to "encounter" Zhu Xiaomeng there, but she didn't do it these three days. Go for a walk in the maple forest.

This made Jessica worried. What happened to her?are you sick?Or is there some other reason, why don't you go for a walk in the maple forest?
After three days of patience, his patience finally reached its limit and he headed to Zhu's house. When he arrived in front of Zhu's house, he saw Zhu Mingjie's bodyguard walking back from outside. He remembered that Zhu Xiaomeng had introduced him to him. This bodyguard seemed to be His name is Zhang Chengkun.

Jessica was about to say hello, but she saw a crystal box in his hand at a glance. He knew this box, and it was a special box for the British royal family to award knighthoods.

Jessica asked in surprise: "Mr. Zhang, are you the Sir of our British Empire?"

Zhang Chengkun shrugged and said, "No, this belongs to my son. Someone called just now and asked to go to the entrance of the village and give this to me, saying thank you to my son for donating a sum of money to the British Museum."

Jessica was shocked when she heard the words, her eyes widened, but Zhang Chengkun obviously didn't care, and said to Jessica, "Mr. Jessica is here to find my young lady?"

"Uh... yes."

"Then please!" Zhang Chengkun took out the key, opened the door, and invited Jessica in. He saw Zhu Mingjie sitting at the coffee table in the living room, reading a book and drinking tea.

"My lord, this is from the British Royal Family. Mr. Jessica is here to visit you and Miss."

Zhang Chengkun put the box on the tea table, but Zhu Mingjie didn't even look at it. Instead, he stood up and extended his hand to Jessica, "Welcome, Mr. Jessica, please sit down."

Jessica sat on the single sofa beside the coffee table, looked at the crystal box, and said a little excitedly: "Mr. Zhu, you donated the 100 million US dollars to us last time? Do you know how much you helped us?" Are you busy? Do you know how many world treasures you have saved?"

Zhu Mingjie smiled lightly and said: "The money is for spending. Most of the Oriental Pavilion are treasures of China. I don't want them to be damaged due to improper protection."

"Mr. Zhu, you really don't mind, do you... country's things, put them in our UK?" Jessica originally wanted to say "your family's things", but it was inappropriate after thinking about it. After all, Zhu Mingjie never admitted that he was Royal descendants.

Hearing Jessica's question, Zhu Mingjie's face darkened, showing a forced smile, and said, "Although I'm not reconciled, I have to admit one thing."

"It's safer to keep these things in the British Museum than in China. In China, too many things are damaged every year due to improper protection."

"You have the best facilities, the top restorers of ancient paintings, stored here with you, these treasures may last longer."

Although Zhu Mingjie finished speaking with a smile, Jessica still found that his smile was extremely bitter, it was a complex smile mixed with helplessness and anger.

"My lord..." Zhang Chengkun whispered at the right time, Zhu Mingjie seemed to wake up suddenly, smiled apologetically at Jessica, and said, "I'm sorry, I was rude."

Jessica sighed: "It's okay, I understand Mr. Zhu's feelings very well. When I saw those treasures damaged due to lack of funds and not getting the best protection, I felt the same as you."

Zhu Mingjie leaned back on the back of the sofa and let out a long sigh, but Zhang Chengkun who was on the side complained frantically in his heart, "Mom, did he sigh because of this? He sighed because of these things, not because they were placed in his own museum." Sigh, okay?"

Jessica sat for a while, seeing that Zhu Mingjie didn't speak anymore, and he didn't know what to say. The scene couldn't help being a little awkward, so Jessica took the initiative to ask, "Mr. Zhu, isn't Xiaomeng at home?"

Zhu Mingjie sat up straight again, and said: "She is not in a good mood these days, maybe you, a like-minded friend, go to see her, and she will feel better! She is in the study on the second floor, Akun, you take Jie Mr. Sika is going up to see Miss."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Jessica please."

Jessica followed Zhang Chengkun to the second floor, the door was gently pushed open, Zhu Xiaomeng sat with his back to the door, in front of a carved dragon sandalwood desk, as if writing something.

Zhang Chengkun said softly, "Miss, Mr. Jessica is here."

"Oh! Please come in, please come in." Zhu Xiaomeng said without turning her head: "Mr. Jessica, please sit down wherever you want, I will finish the painting here."

Zhang Chengkun made a gesture of invitation to Jessica, then turned and went downstairs.

Jessica walked into the room and turned her head to look around. There was a tall bookshelf on the right side of the room against the wall, but the books inside seemed to be thread-bound books, which is the binding method of ancient Chinese books.

On the left side of the room is the guzheng that day, and there is an embroidery frame next to it. I walked over and took a look, and the brocade that was stuck on the embroidery frame was embroidered with a mighty tiger descending the mountain.

Looking up at the wall, I saw a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, there are meticulous paintings of ladies, there are freehand landscapes, there are small seal characters on silk, and there are wild cursive scripts. There are not many calligraphy and paintings, but each of them is enough to show the author's skills. Looking at the signature, it turned out to be Zhu Xiaomeng.

When he was immersed in the world of calligraphy and painting, Zhu Xiaomeng let out a soft sigh into Jessica's ears. He was pulled out of the world of calligraphy and painting, and he turned his head to look at Zhu Xiaomeng's back, "Xiaomeng, why are you unhappy? something?"

Zhu Xiaomeng turned around and said apologetically, "Jessica, I'm sorry, I'm neglecting you."

Only then did Jessica realize that after not seeing Zhu Xiaomeng for a few days, her face became haggard, and she couldn't help but feel pained, so she took a few steps forward and said, "Xiaomeng, what's wrong with you?"

He walked to the table and immediately saw the painting on the table. It was a copy of "Withered Trees and Strange Rocks" by Su Dongpo, one of the eight great masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties.

The original of this painting was lost during the Anti-Japanese War in China. It is said that it was collected by Japanese collectors, and the existing ones are all copies.

In fact, Zhu Xiaomeng's painting is already quite good, and it is eighty-nine times similar to the copy. The problem does not lie with her, but with the copy she made.

The painting she brought is also a silk book, it is also very old, and the painting is not bad, but unfortunately, there is a kind of charm missing in the painting.

You must know that the most important thing in Su Dongpo's paintings is the spirit. If there is no spirit in his paintings, it will naturally fail.

Seeing Zhu Xiaomeng's exhausted and disappointed expression, Jessica couldn't help comforting her softly: "Xiaomeng, you don't have to be too sad, in fact, you have already drawn pretty well."

"It's not your fault that this painting failed, nor is it because you are not good enough. Look at the paintings you painted on the wall. Which one is not a master's level?"

"Have confidence in yourself. The reason why your painting failed is that your copy was too failed. This painter only paid attention to the shape, but forgot the essence of Su Dongpo's painting."

Zhu Xiaomeng sighed: "I also know that this copy is flawed, but this is the best copy I can find."

"This copy was copied by one of the most outstanding painters in the Ming Dynasty palace, but he still can't reach Su Dongpo's level. He can only resemble it in appearance but not in spirit. I thought I could surpass this painting with my level, but it's a pity. ..."

Speaking of this, Zhu Xiaomeng couldn't hide the disappointment on her face. Jessica couldn't help but her heart twitched, and the next moment, her eyes suddenly lit up. There is a "Ink Bamboo Picture" in the British Museum, which is the real original of Su Dongpo's work, then... …

(End of this chapter)