Myriad Realms Free Mercenaries

Chapter 420
Zhu Xiaomeng secretly observed Jessica's expression, but she knew how to measure it well, knowing that it was too late, so she pretended to be relaxed and said: "Okay, let's not talk about these unhappy things."

"It seems that Jessica has a lot of research on ancient Chinese paintings. I still have a few paintings from the Ming Dynasty here. I wonder if you are interested in appreciating them?"

From what happened just now, she could already see that Jessica actually had only a half-knowledge of ancient Huaxia paintings, and only a little bit of superficial understanding.

What's more, what he said was basically big and generalized. It is not an exaggeration to say that he endorsed it. It can be said that he "has nothing to say."

In fact, the two paintings on the table were copied by Zhu Xiaomeng herself, so the Ming court painter she was talking about was naturally herself.

But Jessica didn't see any problems at all, which proved that he only knew a lot of knowledge about ancient Chinese calligraphy and paintings, but he didn't have the ability to distinguish the authenticity of ancient Chinese calligraphy and paintings at all.

This is exactly when a full pot of water does not make a sound, but a half pot of water jingles, and if you pretend to understand what you don’t know, you will be a fool after all.

Moreover, he preconceived that she was a descendant of the royal family, and the things in her hands were naturally genuine, so her next plan could be carried out with confidence and boldness.

Zhu Xiaomeng took out several scrolls from the bookshelf and handed one of them to Jessica.

Jessica readily accepted it, opened it, and saw that the picture scroll depicts a scene of a group of celebrities having a feast at the West Lake in Hangzhou. The mutual configuration is very rhythmic.

"Oh, my God, this is a painting by Dai Jin, a famous painter in the Ming Dynasty. This is "Nanping Yaji Picture". I saw it in the Palace Museum Museum in Huaxia Capital. Why is it in your hand? What about the painting in the Palace Museum?" thing?"

Seeing Jessica's startled expression, Zhu Xiaomeng was secretly amused, yes, she copied this painting of course.

But Jessica couldn't tell the difference between the original and the copy at all, but Zhu Xiaomeng couldn't help laughing in this expert appearance. Do men always swell their faces like this in front of women to pretend to be fat?
"Hehe, this is indeed Dai Jin's "Nanping Collection". The one in the Palace Museum was copied by a painter in the early Qing Dynasty."

"When the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, he accidentally got Dai Jin's seal, so others thought it was the real one. In fact, that painting is just like the one on the table, just a superficial one."

After listening to Zhu Xiaomeng's explanation, Jessica exclaimed: "The value of this painting is already equal to Su Dongpo's "Ink Bamboo Picture"."

After speaking, he glanced at the other scrolls in Zhu Xiaomeng's hands. Seeing his impatient look, Zhu Xiaomeng smiled, and put all the paintings in his hand on the desk next to the bookshelf, allowing Jessica to watch at will.

Jessica opened the picture scrolls one by one, admiring one after another, "Oh my God... Oh, my God..."

These paintings are mainly from the Ming Dynasty or before the Ming Dynasty, and most of them are legendary masterpieces that have been lost.

After a long time, Jessica looked away reluctantly, and said, "I can't believe it. I suspect that I am dreaming. Haven't these been lost? Why are they in your hands?"

Zhu Xiaomeng was silent for a moment, and Jessica looked at her quietly without urging her. After a long time, Zhu Xiaomeng sighed softly: "You probably guessed a bit about the identities of our brothers and sisters, right?"

Jessica hesitated for a moment, then nodded quickly, and said: "Yes, I think you are probably descendants of the royal family, probably from the Ming Dynasty? But in China today, do people like you still exist? "

Hearing what Jessica said, Zhu Xiaomeng's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "So our identities cannot be known to outsiders."

"If there were not some accidents this time, my brother and I would never leave our hometown. I hope you will keep this matter a secret."

"I think if it wasn't for someone like you who knows Chinese culture like the back of your hand, it would be absolutely impossible to guess the identity of our brother and sister. Our brother and sister don't want our identities to be exposed."

Zhu Xiaomeng paused, then looked at Jessica, and said sincerely, "I think Jessica is a trustworthy friend, so I told you the truth, and I hope you can keep it a secret for us."

Jessica nodded heavily, and said, "Don't worry! I will not disappoint your trust in me."

Jessica felt extra excited when she thought that he had made friends with such a mysterious descendant of the royal family and gained their trust, "Is there anything you need my help for? As long as I can do it, I will try my best to do it." .”

Zhu Xiaomeng just shook his head slightly, and said gratefully: "Not yet, if there is really a need, I will ask for your help."

When Jessica wanted to say something more, she saw a trace of exhaustion on Zhu Xiaomeng's face, her heart ached, and she said apologetically, "I've been bothering you for too long, Xiaomeng, you should take a good rest! Be sure to take care of your body." , I’ll come to see you another day, and I’m leaving.”

"Well, go slowly, you are welcome to visit us anytime."

"my pleasure."

……

From the gap in the curtains, Zhang Chengkun saw Jessica happily walking towards home, jumping up and shaking her fists as she walked. A middle-aged man in his 40s was jumping like a child .

He walked back to the study and asked puzzledly: "Xiaoqian, why didn't you climb up the pole just now and ask him to borrow "The Painting of Ink Bamboo"? This way we can save a lot of trouble, maybe tomorrow night You can finish your mission and go home."

In front of Jessica, she is Zhu Xiaomeng, but in front of her own people, she is naturally Lin Xiaoqian, a mercenary and head chef of the Han Mang Corps.

"Old Zhang, don't rush into everything. After all, the "Ink Bamboo Picture" belongs to the British Museum, not Jessica. If it is too purposeful, I'm afraid he will become suspicious instead. When he left, he was not so happy. "

Ouyang Fei and Yuan Fang walked into the room, just in time to hear Zhang Chengkun's question, and explained casually.

Zhang Chengkun said depressedly: "Then how long will it take? You have to carry it every day here, and you have to enter the pretending mode when you go out or when there are outsiders present. It's really tiring, Nima, and let me call you son. I was so awkward that I wanted to vomit blood, but I didn't dare to show any flaws."

Ouyang Fei grinned, finally shrugged helplessly, and said, "So you are only suitable for combat missions. In the future, you should participate less in missions that require pretense and patience!"

Zhang Chengkun nodded approvingly, and said, "That's right."

Yuan Fang patted Zhang Chengkun on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Boy, do you think you don't need to use your brain in war? If you don't use your brain on the battlefield, you will die faster."

"Hey, I'm an assaulter. I just need to charge forward. Smart people will do things that use their brains." Zhang Chengkun spread his hands and said innocently.

"..."

The three of them shook their heads speechlessly, and Lin Qian said helplessly: "Don't worry, Brother Kun, I don't need to ask, Jessica will definitely show me the "Ink Bamboo Picture" by herself in the next few days, and then we will be the ones." It's time to act."

"Okay! Then I'll just wait and see!"

(End of this chapter)