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Chapter 306: The Ultimate Romance, the Original Work of "Bibo Wanxiang

Chapter 306: Chapter 306: The Ultimate Romance, the Original Work of "Bibo Wanxiang

"Yes." Zhang Ye glanced at Jiang Lingxi with some surprise.

As the curator of the Nachu Museum, when a program is scheduled to be filmed, he naturally needs to know in advance which guests will be attending.

He is aware that Jiang Lingxi and Jing Huai are the only two actors among the guests.

However, in his impression, although young actors in the entertainment industry today do have good looks, very few have excellent acting skills, and even fewer possess cultural depth.

If those amateur guests could instantly read out Madam Nalan’s name, he wouldn’t be so surprised.

It happened to be Jiang Lingxi, whom he thought merely had good looks and popularity.

Upon closer inspection, he understood why the program team didn’t exclusively invite amateur guests but included two actors as well.

The young woman standing in front of the stone engraving, with her elegant eyebrows and hair lightly tied, complemented by her loose sky-blue robe, looked like a beautiful painting exuding ancient charm.

Truly pleasing to the eye.

Who wouldn’t want to take a few more glances?

Qian Yaya also approached the stone engraving and saw those four characters. She noticed the ancient character for ’Nachu Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum’ above, and her imagination sparked. She pointed at that character and looked at Zhang Ye, "Curator Zhang, this ’Na’ character, does it also refer to Madam Nalan?"

Zhang Ye confirmed her guess. Seeing everyone’s curiosity aroused by the topic, he began explaining on the spot: "Back then, Madam Nalan suggested that Mr. Zhang showcase both his and other contemporary masters’ works for more people to appreciate. However, although Mr. Zhang loved calligraphy and painting, he disliked handling trivial matters and found it too troublesome to manage these."

"But Madam Nalan never gave up on the idea. Since Mr. Zhang thought it was troublesome, she decided to do it herself. She first sought someone to renovate this courtyard to museum standards. Oh, this courtyard was part of her dowry. Later on, she personally wrote and commissioned the making of this stone engraving, and finally obtained Mr. Zhang’s consent to move his study’s works to this museum for younger generations interested in them to appreciate."

"One could say without Madam Nalan, there wouldn’t be the Nachu Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum today, nor would I be its curator."

Everyone listened engrossed, never expecting that this museum, well-known in their book and painting circle, had such an unknown history.

Qian Yaya was the most emotionally stirred, "Madam Nalan really loved Mr. Zhang."

A museum is not something you can just decide to build, especially one for preserving calligraphy and paintings, from planning to completion requires an enormous amount of energy.

Building a museum for the one you love, if that’s not ultimate romance, she can’t think of anything else that is.

Zhang Ye felt a bit moved seeing her reaction. "Though Madam Nalan has passed away, she left Mr. Zhang with a museum filled with their shared memories. The old gentleman cherishes it greatly and has become more willful with age, which is why the museum hasn’t been opened much in recent years."

Lu Sen had a somewhat complex expression; he had met Madam Nalan once.

He was quite young then, but the elderly lady, with her full head of white hair yet incomparable elegance, remains vividly in his memory.

Now he almost understands why Mr. Zhang has become increasingly temperamental.

Zhang Ye shook his little flag, "Alright, that’s all for the introduction at the entrance, please follow me inside."

Upon entering the courtyard, one is greeted with lush trees and vibrant flowers, even a sunflower not yet reaching knee height at the corner of the wall was well taken care of.

The spacious courtyard is surrounded by charming old-style buildings, with modern facilities cleverly concealed, showing attention to detail everywhere.

Qian Yaya consciously walked beside Jiang Lingxi, softly muttering while admiring the surroundings, "There was once a competition for the most beautiful museum in the country, and I saw a comment saying that the Nachu Private Painting and Calligraphy Museum should be on the list. Now that I see it, that comment was not exaggerated at all."

Jiang Lingxi agreed, "Madam Nalan truly was a person of wit and insight."

"It’s just a pity..." Qian Yaya’s tone carried some regret, "We can’t see her in person. I think her Yuanzhao Style calligraphy is even better than my aunt’s."

Jiang Lingxi: "..."

She suspected this girl might simply want an autograph!

A bonafide autograph collector.

Zhang Ye, while leading the way, did not forget his role as a tour guide, "The museum has three sections in total, but currently only two are open, one for a collection of historical renowned calligraphy and paintings, and the other for Zhang Nachuan and contemporary artists’ works. Which one would you like to visit first?"

Qian Yaya, by habit, raised her hand before speaking, "Curator Zhang, what is the section that is not open?"

Zhang Ye: "...It contains some of Madam Nalan’s works from her lifetime."

Qian Yaya immediately swallowed the words ’Can’t we open it today?’

After a simple vote, the majority chose to see the historical works first, as items collected by Mr. Zhang are undoubtedly genuine, of high reputation and quality, and are not available elsewhere.

Everyone soon gathered in the historical works exhibition hall.

The room with three walls and a glass panel was maintained at the optimal temperature and humidity for preserving calligraphy and paintings, with numerous works artfully arranged on the three walls.

Below each artwork was a simple introduction and description, written in elegant small regular script. Jiang Lingxi recognized at a glance that it was also in Madam Nalan’s handwriting.

Although a different style from the stone engraving at the entrance, the same person’s writing inevitably has similar habits and distinctive characteristics.

Jiang Lingxi focused on examining works from the Yuanzhao dynasty onward, finally pausing before a somewhat familiar ink landscape.

She studied it for a while before looking at the artwork’s introduction below.

Title: "Bibo Wanxiang".

Artist: Shen Qianshan.

Introduction: It is said that this painting was copied by Shen Qianshan, with the original done by an ancestor of the Shen Family. The style is serene and distant, yet full of fine details, an excellent piece. However, I privately feel that this work lacks a certain grandeur while possessing a mild tranquility, and it would be a great fortune to see the original if possible.

"Shen Qianshan!" Jiang Lingxi murmured, her gaze returning to the painting, her eyes revealing a distant look.

A somewhat blurry memory suddenly grew clearer.

"No wonder he’s a Shen Family descendant; to create such a magnificent painting at a young age!"

She initially found the painting slightly familiar because the original was incredibly majestic, while this version retained less than one-tenth of that.

"Do you also like Shen Qianshan’s works?"

Jiang Lingxi turned to see Shen Huchen, who had just walked up beside her, and shook her head, "I prefer the original ’Bibo Wanxiang’."