Because of a fabricated story about Tang Bohu and Qiuxiang, Tang Yin had become the famous Ming dynasty painter and prodigy known to every man and woman, while the paintings and calligraphy he had left behind had always been highly valued by the world.
Of course, since Tang Bohu was so famous, there were naturally plenty of fakes. Moreover, most authentic works had now entered public museums, making genuine pieces circulating in society extremely rare—truly as scarce as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
As a result, everyone attached great importance to the album before them and examined it with great care. It took a full hour before they had looked through every part of the album, inside and out.
When everyone came back to their senses, Chu Chen smiled and asked, "Seniors, what do you think of this album?"
The several old men first exchanged glances. Old Zhu spoke first. "Old An, among all of us, you're the most thorough researcher of calligraphy and painting. Why don't you share your opinion first?"
"All right, then I'll offer my humble view first."
An Gongshi nodded with a smile and said, "I believe this album should be an authentic work. As for when it was created, it was very likely later than the versions collected by the Suzhou Museum, the Liaoning Provincial Museum, and the United States."
There were currently four versions of the Falling Flowers Poetry Album. Only the version in the National Art Museum had a clearly recorded date; it was created the year before Tang Yin died. The other three versions had no dates. However, after research, aside from the Liaoning version, which remained somewhat uncertain, the other two versions should both have been completed during the years when the poems were exchanged.
"What makes you say that?" Qiao