I broke out of the grave and was broadcast live by Yearning

Ye Xuan just glanced lightly.

It is easy to see the flaws in this painting.

"This painting is too fake."

Ye Xuan shook his head slightly, and immediately stretched out his fingers.

"call out!"

A burst of energy shot towards the scroll.

With a bang, the scroll in Xu Ao's hand was directly destroyed.

into shattered fragments,

They fell down one after another.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

"Grandpa Ye, what is the purpose of this move?"

Xu Ao didn't know why, so he couldn't help asking.

"Look carefully, what is the material of this painting?"

Ye Xuan said lightly.

Chapter 28

After listening to Ye Xuan's words.

Xu Ao quickly picked up a fragment on the ground.

After watching it for a while, Xu Ao said in a daze, "I know, it's nylon!"

"Yes, this is indeed nylon."

Ye Xuan said lightly: "The Picture of Rising the River during the Qingming Festival was painted by Song Dynasty painter Zhang Zeduan."

"However, the production year of nylon should not exceed 200 years at most."

"Then I want to ask you, how can Zhang Zeduan use more than 800-year-old nylon drawings to paint?"

Ye Xuan's analysis.

Like clearing the clouds to see the fog,

Let everyone suddenly realize.

"It turns out that this Qingming painting in the Forbidden City is so outrageously fake."

"This kind of fake has been collected by the Palace Museum for more than 50 years?"

"The person who made this fake painting should really be arrested and shot!"

The audience in the live broadcast room were filled with righteous indignation.

If it wasn't for Ye Xuan.

They don't yet know how long they will be fooled by the fake painting.

At this time, Xu Ao also regained his composure.

No wonder I couldn't see the flaws in the portrait.

It turned out that the problem was not on the screen.

Instead, it appeared on the drawings for painting!

"Grandpa Ye, I... I have been taught!"

Xu Ao resisted the urge to kneel down for Ye Xuan.

He said with a very humble look.

Ye Xuan smiled faintly: "It's not your fault, because this painting was imitated by Wang Lin."

Wang Lin?

Another familiar name,

Appeared in everyone's mind.

"The most talented painter in the Republic of China, Wang Lin?"

Xu Ao blurted out.

"Yes, that's the kid."

Ye Xuan said lightly: "This kid's painting style is learned from me, so I saw the painting in your hand just now, as if it was drawn by me."

"I see."

Xu Ao nodded.

Originally, he still felt ashamed.

A fake painting has been hidden in the Forbidden City for more than 50 years, but he has not found it.

But after knowing that the fake painting was made by Wang Lin.

The guilt in his heart suddenly eased a lot.

After all, the other party was the number one painter in the Republic of China!

It's not too shameful to spread the word.

"Grandpa Ye, actually I still have a wish..."

Xu Ao said in a weak voice.

"Do you still want to take a look at the pile of bronze statues in my hand?"

Ye Xuan said lightly.

"It seems that no matter how careful you are, you can't hide it from your old man..."

Xu Ao smiled awkwardly.