After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows
Chapter 452 - 443: Yuan Hui’s suspicion, Jiang Runcheng injured

Chapter 452: Chapter 443: Yuan Hui’s suspicion, Jiang Runcheng injured

Upon seeing the copy of "Bibo Wanxiang" made by Jiang Lingxi, even Shen Chuyue, who was seeing the piece for the first time, gasped.

Though she hadn’t studied calligraphy and painting with their cousin like her brother did, she was, after all, from the deeply cultured Shen Family.

She could tell at a glance how profound the skills needed for this painting were.

Everyone else sitting in front of the TV was silent as well.

Especially those who had previously doubted Jiang Lingxi’s qualifications for being on the show.

If in the first episode everyone was learning about making brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones and couldn’t see anything remarkable, then in this episode, it was truly evident on paper.

Moreover, the high-definition cameras clearly showed everyone that there was absolutely no stand-in, no hand substitution!

When Zhang Nachuan, widely recognized as a contemporary master of calligraphy and painting, critiqued Jiang Lingxi’s work and straightforwardly said to the camera, "I’m not qualified to critique," it further stunned everyone.

"Cousin-in-law," Shen Chuyue clasped her hands, looking eagerly at Jiang Lingxi who had somehow moved away from her, "since you declined Mr. Zhang’s invitation to have his remarks archived, then this painting..."

She really wanted to see it with her own eyes, not just through a screen.

Jiang Lingxi shook her head, "The painting isn’t with me."

"Huh?"

"I gave it away the day it was finished."

Shen Chuyue: "..."

Turning her head to see her cousin on TV vehemently defending his wife against Xu Qingmei, a thought flashed in her mind.

"My cousin?"

"Yes."

Shen Chuyue rubbed her hands together.

Starting to consider the possibility of borrowing the painting from her cousin.

Truly, this painting had sparked a lot of inspiration in her in such a short time!

*

The Qian Family.

The Qian siblings and Qian Yaya were also sitting in front of the TV.

Qian Yiheng suddenly slapped her thigh.

Qian Yisheng, sitting next to her, couldn’t help but gasp lightly.

"What’s up, Second Brother?"

"You slapped my thigh!" Qian Yisheng reminded her with a chuckle, "We’re just watching a show, why so excited?"

"I couldn’t hold it in for a moment." Qian Yiheng laughed, continuing to watch as she explained, "I love studying the Yuan Zhao script. Actually, it was my mentor who influenced me initially. Before his retirement, he was so engrossed in studying paintings by Xie Muyun, a divine painter from the same era as Emperor Yuan Zhao, that it almost drove him mad. I helped him gather a lot of materials from the Yuan Zhao period, and that’s when I came across the Yuan Zhao script and fell in love with it. When I saw the copy of ’Bibo Wanxiang’ by Miss Jiang at first glance, I felt it was closest to Xie Muyun’s original work."

"Your mentor, Mr. Yuan Hui? Closer than the one we have on the wall?"

Qian Yiheng nodded, then shook her head, "It’s a different feeling. The copies I’ve seen, even with impeccable technique and color use, always seemed a bit small-minded compared to Jiang Lingxi’s. Isn’t that right, Yaya?"

Qian Yaya nodded; she watched as Sister Xixi completed "Bibo Wanxiang," and the experience was vividly memorable.

"No, I have to call my teacher and tell him." Qian Yiheng said as she stood up.

Just as Qian Yisheng was about to remind her, he saw her sit back down, "No, no, it’s probably late and the teacher might be resting, I’d better call tomorrow."

Just as she finished speaking, her phone on the coffee table rang.

Qian Yisheng handed it to her and casually glanced at the screen, "Uh, your contact labeled ’Old Yuan’... could that be Mr. Yuan Hui?"

Qian Yiheng: "...Cough, it feels more intimate this way. Not saying anymore, I’m taking this call!"

As soon as she reached the balcony and answered, she hadn’t even greeted him before she heard, with a touch of urgency, from her teacher, who was not much younger than old Mr. Zhang, on the other end: "Xiao Qian, that girl called Qian Yaya on ’Heritage of the Ages,’ is she your niece?"

"You’re also watching this show, sir?"

Qian Yiheng couldn’t help but be surprised.

This mentor of hers was a true old relic; she couldn’t even imagine him sitting in front of a TV with reading glasses on, watching a show.

"Old Li at the Calligraphy and Painting Association told me a few days ago. It’s rare to have a program discussing traditional calligraphy and painting, and since she was invited to offer critique, I thought I’d take a look when I had the time. But first, tell me if that girl is your niece!"

"Yes, before you retired, I even brought her to the studio once."

"It’s been years since I retired, and your niece has grown so much. I wouldn’t dare to recognize her." Yuan Hui coughed slightly, "Xiao Qian, I see on the show that your niece is quite familiar with that girl named Jiang Lingxi. Could you help introduce me to that Miss Jiang? I want to meet her."

"The ’Bibo Wanxiang’ piece?"

"That’s right, I suspect that young lady Jiang has seen the original ’Bibo Wanxiang’ long rumored to be lost."

Though when seeing his timing, Qian Yiheng had already guessed.

But hearing him say it, she couldn’t help but clutch her chest.

Even a teacher who studied Xie Muyun’s art suspects this!

"Sir, I’ve met that Miss Jiang, and I have her contact information, plus a signed piece from her." Pausing, she added, "In the Yuan Zhao script!"

"Oh, that’s even better."

"However, sir, you probably won’t be able to meet her soon. Miss Jiang’s primary profession is acting, and she’s gone to the Northwest to film a movie right now. It’s uncertain when she’ll return."

"An actress? Filming?" Yuan Hui raised his voice, and after a brief silence, he couldn’t help muttering, "The program invited Old Li to be a judge, why didn’t they think of inviting me?"

Relying on the fact that her mentor couldn’t see her, Qian Yiheng rolled her eyes large at the ceiling.

Quietly retorting in her mind: With your style of only looking or speaking when you’re interested, it would be a miracle if the show managed to invite you!

"Never mind, let’s wait until that Miss Jiang finishes filming, then we’ll talk."

"Sure, sir, once I have news about Miss Jiang, you’ll be the first to know!"

"Good student, it’s late, get some rest."

His call of ’good student’ momentarily stunned Qian Yiheng, and after hanging up, listening to the busy tone, she couldn’t help but chuckle softly, "This old man!"

*

After watching the behind-the-scenes extras aired following the second episode of "Heritage of the Ages," Jiang Wenhu reluctantly turned off the TV.

She glanced at the time, then turned to the hallway, "It’s so late, why isn’t he back yet!"

Saying that, she prepared to call her husband.

Just as she found the contact and was about to press the dial button, the front door was pushed open from the outside.

She quickly got up to greet him, only to see her husband entering while clutching his head.

When the lights in the hallway turned on, the blood on his fingers stood out starkly.

Jiang Runcheng met his wife’s wide, panicked eyes and awkwardly turned his head, "Hurry, get the first aid kit!"