"My lord, how is it? Is it properly aligned now?"
"Move it a little to the left."
Fan Xinglai stood on the chair and tiptoed to balance the scroll's hanging rod to the left.
Liang Qu stepped back two steps, stood at the threshold to observe the spacing on both sides, and confirmed that the painting had shifted to the center.
"Stop!"
"Is it straight now?"
"Yes, you can come down now."
Fan Xinglai let out a sigh of relief, jumped down from the chair, and conveniently wiped away the shoe prints with his sleeve.
A mountain stream waterfall painting bordered with the same color hung at the center of the main wall, where the cascade of waterfalls poured down like a deluge, truly adding a majestic atmosphere to the empty hall!
Mountain Chief Zhao is truly a master of painting and calligraphy; even an amateur like Liang Qu, who has no understanding of art appraisal, felt that the works were spirited and soaring.
