"Could it be..."

"It should be."

"...Mr. Ning, what's the mystery of the two of you fighting?"

"Dad, what's wrong with this painting? I'm getting more and more confused. Brother Nan, do you know?" Dong Zhen's curiosity also came.

Ning Nan approached the painting and looked carefully, shook his head and found nothing.

"Do you say it or not!" Ning Ruan was originally impatient. Seeing Zhao Can keep it in hiding, she was so anxious that she pinched Zhao Can's back again.

Zhao Can raised his hand to show Ning Liheng, "Old Ning, look at your good granddaughter pinched me. What did your granddaughter pinched a good hand after getting along with each other this day?"

Zhao Can's hands were also pitiful, all of them were pinched.

Old Ning glanced at Zhao Can's hand and smiled and said, "A man is fair and fair, as tender as a woman's hand, deserves it."

"Hahaha... Did you hear that? Grandpa said you deserve it, who told you to be so tender?"

"Oh... Forget it, I can't afford to offend your family." Zhao Can spread his hands and made a helpless expression.

Ning Nandao: "Come on, don't be poor. What is the mystery of this painting of Acan?"

Zhao Can walked up to touch Li Qingfeng's painting and looked at Ning Liheng.

"Old Ning, why don't you decipher it to everyone? Otherwise, my hand will be slaughtered by your granddaughter."

Ning Liheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Let me try it and see if there is a shocking secret hidden in Li Qingfeng's gourd. Xiao Dong handed me the small box next to you."

"Yes." Dong Zhen picked up the box the size of a pencil case next to her, "Dad, give it to it."

"Let's go."

Ning Liheng rolled up his sleeves, opened the box, picked up tweezers, looked at the few people, and smiled and said, "Hahaha... relax, otherwise if I fail, I will ruin the famous paintings."

After saying that, Ning Liheng bowed down and carefully peeled off the scroll with tweezers.

"Dad, are you going to take this painting off?" Dong Zhen said.

"I don't understand." Ning Ruan shook her head.

"I'll go! I'll go!" Fatty Wang said in surprise twice, "I understand, I understand."

"Fatty, just say what you know, the more mysterious it becomes."

"Maybe this is really the clip painting that is often mentioned, right, Mr. Ning?"

"Oh, you little fat fat understands quite well." Old Ning smiled and continued to gently peel off the framed scroll.

"I'll help you." Zhao Can put on gloves and carefully helped Ning Lao reveal the true body of the painting bit by bit. As he peeled off and opened it a little bit, another painting hidden under Li Qingfeng's painting finally appeared in front of everyone again.

"Treading the snow... picture?" Dong Zhen read the handwriting slowly and read it out, "It's really a snow picture? The snow picture that has been lost since the Tang Dynasty actually appeared in the world again? Hiss..."

Dong Zhen was so excited that his stomach hurt. Ning Nan quickly assisted Dong Zhen. Ning Ruan frowned and said, "Be careful, your stomach is still in your arms."

After Ning Ruan finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Can who was seriously stripping the picture. He liked Zhao Can when he was serious, and couldn't help but show a slight illusionate smile, which made Zhao Can look back and take a look. Ning Ruan quickly returned to his seriousness.

Zhao Can turned around and continued to cooperate with Ning Ruan to lift the above scroll bit by bit.

"Acan, lift it up."

"Um."

The two of them carefully held Li Qingfeng's landscape painting and raised it aside.

In this way, everyone stepped forward and surrounded the chopping board, and a light shone from above their heads. The thousand-year-old "Steping on the Snow" appeared in front of the world again.

The brush is smooth and delicate, and the beautiful scenery of Chang'an winter snow is swept with just a wolf's brush. The signature is Zhan Ziqian.

A poem is mentioned on the upper right, with the signature - Li Shimin.

"So beautiful, the squad leader is amazing! You can even get a flaw in this." Fatty Wang hugged Zhao Can's shoulder excitedly.

"Why did Li Qingfeng hide the painting like this?" Ning Ruan asked curiously.

Mr. Ning pointed to Li Qingfeng's paintings and said, "During the war, in order to protect precious calligraphy and paintings, there was an inconspicuous painting, or even fake paintings, and hiding the original paintings below. Unexpectedly, Li Qingfeng actually hid this painting secretly. It is probably to protect the paintings that he said, "It is to think of this nostalgia for Lord Lady. By the way, how did you see it?"

"Yes! How do you know there is another one hidden in the painting?"

"I am Zhao Can, can I fail?" Zhao Can smiled.

"Take! Zhao Can is amazing, forget it if you don't say it." Ning Ruan and Zhao Can continued to appreciate the painting.

Zhao Can prevented from buying fakes in the afternoon, so he turned on his golden eyes. At that time, he accidentally saw the heavy shadow of this painting. The landscape painting on the surface overlapped other strokes, so he looked deep and found that there was a vivid landscape painting hidden inside.

"Grandpa! Do you still like this painting chosen by A Can?" Ning Ruan hugged Ning Liheng's shoulder and asked with a smile.

"I like it, of course I like it. These two paintings are rare. "The Snow Picture" is really good..." When I said this, I looked at the unknown Li Qingfeng's signature. "Although I am a eunuch, I am still a well-protected cultural relics. Li Qingfeng is amazing. I still remember how he crawled on the street while he returned to the Forbidden City day and night to sort out cultural relics. Finally, he was about to fight. The cultural relics were about to move south. Li Qingfeng sorted out cultural relics one by one. After all, there were too many secrets in the Forbidden City. Li Qingfeng grew up in the palace and was very familiar with it. He served the Old Buddha, so he knew where the Snow Picture was, so he quietly took it out. Before his death, he painted this landscape painting forever sealing the Snow Picture, and then hanged himself."

"This painting should be valuable, right?" asked the fat man.

Zhao Can gave the fat man a blank look, "You just care about this."

Old Ning smiled and said, "It's indeed expensive, it starts at least tens of millions."

"I'll go, so many?" The fat man was surprised and asked after a moment: "Old Ning, do you think he has something similar? If there is really some, wouldn't Li Qingfeng's paintings be crazy? No, I'll go to Liulichang tomorrow to see if there are any paintings by Li Qingfeng. I'll take them all back and peel them off one by one. Maybe there are famous paintings by Tang Bohu and Wang Xizhi's Lanting Preface hidden below." The fat man became more and more excited as he spoke.

Ning Liheng said: "I don't know this. Maybe there is really. When you encounter Li Qingfeng's paintings in the future, everyone should pay attention. Acan, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Can put it together on the painting and stared at the red figure in the snow in the painting. Zhan Ziqian's snow-strawing picture describes the snowy scenery. Only on the small bridge below is a woman with a red outfit, with her long hair and red outfits ethereal with the cold wind, full of fairy spirit.

"Who is this painting?" Zhao Can asked.

Ning Liheng went up and looked at it, saying, "Zhan Ziqian was from the Sui Dynasty. The women's clothing in the painting should be phoenix crowns and robes, at least royal princesses, etc. This is not surprising. Zhan Ziqian is a great painter of the Sui Dynasty, so it is normal to paint the princesses."

"oh……"

Zhao Can nodded and continued to look, "I seem to have seen it."

"What?" Ning Ruan asked.
Chapter completed!