latelenovela Chapter 391 What is this
Chapter 391 What is this
Chen Changan looked at Lu Fengsheng with a smile.
These two grandsons, Prince Jing'an and Lu Fengsheng, are determined to kill me.
Although he knew that they had joined forces to frame him, Chen Changan could not refute them on the spot. There had to be evidence for everything.
"Prince Jing'an, Lu Fengsheng, you are really powerful. Do you want to kill me?"
Prince Jing'an snorted coldly, and all the ministers behind him knelt down.
"Your Majesty, I can also testify!"
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes that day. He did enter the room with Luo Zhuyu!"
"I am willing to guarantee it with my life and property!"
Xiao Zhennan's heart rose to his throat again. What else could Chen Changan say this time?
The emperor was also very angry.
Chen Changan, you already have my sister, why are you still entangled with Luo Zhuyu?
Speak clearly, or I will kill you.
Chen Changan shook his head and smiled bitterly, raised his eyebrows and said: "Your Majesty, I want to ask Lord Lu, it seems that you have never met Luo Zhuyu?"
"How can you be sure that it is Luozhuyu?"
Lu Fengsheng had already made sufficient preparations, and said proudly: "I have wanted to serve the country since I was a child. When I was a child, about five or six years old, I began to look at Luo Zhuyu's portrait."
"I'm thinking that if I meet her one day, I will tear her into pieces and restore order to the world!"
"Beautiful!" Chen Changan laughed.
"At the age of five or six, other children are peeing and playing in the mud, but you have such ambitions. It's amazing, really amazing!"
"By the way, where is the portrait? Did you run out of toilet paper and wipe your butt?"
"Humph, vulgar!"
Lu Fengsheng was obviously prepared. He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and unfolded it: "I carry it with me!"
On the paper was a portrait of Luo Zhuyu. Her eyebrows were like distant black ink, slightly furrowed as if filled with sorrow, her eyes were like stars, with endless charm, and her nose was like a piece of jade, straight, slender and delicate, adding to her beauty.
Her cheeks are like pink peaches, with a hint of rosy red as if intoxicated by the spring breeze, her skin is whiter than snow, her icy complexion is as clear and elegant as ice, and she has a variety of manners and a natural and graceful demeanor.
When he saw Luo Zhuyu, Chen Changan's heart couldn't help but tremble.
Aunt Luo, Aunt Luo, did you die in the explosion?
No, you can't die!
If one day I find out that you are dead, I will ride my horse to Tokyo!
Chen Changan sighed heavily, turned around and said to Lu Fengsheng: "Master Lu, is this painting really from when you were five years old? It has not been changed in the middle, right?"
"No!" Lu Fengsheng guaranteed frankly.
Chen Changan shook his head: "How old is Lord Lu this year?"
"Why are you asking this? This has nothing to do with your collusion with the demons of the Red Flower Cult!"
"Okay, okay, okay. Even if you are the same age as me, this painting must be at least twelve or thirteen years old, right?"
Chen Changan handed the scroll to Lord Xiao: "Lord Xiao, come and take a look, what is the mystery in this painting?"
When Xiao Zhennan heard Chen Changan talking about twelve or thirteen years, he recalled that he had asked Lu Fengsheng before whether the picture had been changed in the middle, and Lu Fengsheng always answered no.
Xiao Zhennan understood immediately and looked it up with a big laugh.
Lu Fengsheng wished he could slap himself hard twice!
Xiao Zhennan has been with the scroll for many years, so how could he not see the clues of this painting?
It’s over, it’s over!
Xiao Zhennan laughed loudly: "I understand, I understand! Lord Lu, let me ask you a question, is this painting really from more than ten years ago?"
"Think carefully, the emperor is here, and you are not a criminal who is bullying the emperor!"
When Lu Fengsheng heard that the criminal was deceiving the emperor, he was so shocked that he almost fainted on the spot.
How to do how to do?
Do you want to tell the truth?
He glanced at Prince Jing'an and saw that his expression was solemn. Lu Fengsheng could only grit his teeth.
"Yes, this is the painting I have been observing since I was a child!"
"But I don't know whether it was replaced by the servants in the middle of the journey!"
Lu Fengsheng said this to save his life!
Chen Changan laughed out loud, and Xiao Zhennan shook his head: "If that's the case, then there's no need to judge. According to me, this painting was completed recently."
Lu Fengsheng took two steps back, and Prince Jing'an interrupted appropriately: "Recently? Sir Xiao, am I seeing things?"
"Absolutely not." Xiao Zhennan shook his head.
"If it is a painting from ten years ago, it pays attention to the meticulous and colorful painting method. Simply put, it is to use delicate lines to outline the shape of the object, and then use strong and bright colors to render it layer by layer."
"For example, when painting a woman, the painter would use neat lines to depict the outline of her clothing and the direction of her hair. Every detail would be meticulously crafted. For example, the patterns on her clothing would be slowly outlined with a very fine liner to make the texture clear."
"But the painting method that has become popular recently is different. They don't pay much attention to the shaping of the woman herself, but every detail of the background is also depicted truthfully."
“It pays great attention to the presentation of details, from the texture of objects, such as the luster of metal, the changes in the texture of wood, and so on.”
"So I said, this painting was completed recently, how can it have taken more than ten years?"
There were also many officials in the court who were knowledgeable about painting, and they all nodded when they heard this.
But Prince Jing'an didn't understand painting, or he didn't want to understand it: "Is it unfair to judge that this painting is less than ten years old just based on the painting technique?"
Xiao Zhennan shook his head and chuckled: "One point is not enough, and ink is also needed."
"Your Highness, please take a look. What is the difference between this use of ink and the Emperor's edict?"
"Forget it, I'll let the emperor make the judgment."
The scroll was taken to the emperor. Eunuch Jing opened a scroll of imperial edict, and the emperor compared them carefully.
Then he frowned: "There is no difference."
"That's it." Xiao Zhennan shook his head and said, "The calligraphy works brought to the palace for the emperor are all specially developed by a special person, and ordinary people are not allowed to use them."
"Then why did Lord Lu have it? And it was ten years ago?"
"Because, I have determined that there must be something fishy going on. Prince Jing'an, what do you think?"
Although Xiao Zhennan did not say it explicitly, not all people in the court are fools.
It is obvious that the emperor gave it as a reward to Prince Jing'an, who invited a painter to paint a portrait of Luo Zhuyu and then framed Chen Chang'an in the court!
It’s very clear!
The emperor looked at Prince Jing'an with a gloomy face. Prince Jing'an took a deep breath and said, "Sir Xiao, even if what you said makes sense, it is hard to convince the public!"
"Everything is accidental. How can you be sure that this painting was not made more than ten years ago?"
"If you want to help Chen Changan, you have to produce evidence!"
Prince Jing'an is really being a rogue. Now that the evidence is conclusive, why doesn't he admit it?
Xiao Zhennan had no choice but to shrug and say, "Since the prince does not agree, then... I have nothing to say. I can only ask Master Chen to produce evidence that you cannot refute."
Prince Jing'an raised his eyebrows and smiled, finally feeling relieved.
Even Xiao Zhennan couldn't do anything about it, so how could Chen Changan, who is still young, explain everything?
The emperor also looked at Chen Changan curiously: "My dear, do you also understand painting?"
"I don't understand." Chen Changan shook his head. This kind of high-end stuff is probably only understood by Lord Xiao. "Although I don't understand painting, I know how to do business."
"What does this have to do with business?"
Chen Changan shook his head and chuckled: "The reason why I know that this portrait was recently produced is that the Institute of Technology has improved the papermaking technique and added tree bark and grass roots to the pulp, creating a product that is cheap but of better quality."
"This kind of paper comes from my engineering school."
Chen Changan walked over, found the joint of the rice paper, and tore it apart with force.
"Your Majesty, please look, what is this?"