The four of them negotiated at the door, and Zhang Ling realized that the uncle with a beard and no friends at first sight was Yan Han, the commander of the Royal Forest Army. He had a majestic look and turned Song Linjie away without any courtesy. He was in the palace. , there are such people everywhere, Song Linjie is not surprised, Zhang Ling followed the old eunuch into the emperor's study, surrounded by ink calligraphy and paintings, Jinluo Prefecture is full of landscapes, the paintings show eighty-nine points of handsomeness, and the meaning is only four or five. points, this is considered to be a high achievement. The real desperate landscapes are usually only left to the human world. Many of the artistic conceptions can only be meditated by oneself. To be able to have such a handwriting is already called everyone, and there are many calligraphy and paintings, and together they are priceless. Zhang Ling Since I was poor since I was a child, I didn't have the opportunity to see many famous mountains and rivers, so I had to look up the writings of literati. Although they were just imitations and no authentic works, in the long run, they can be considered to have made some achievements.
Zhao Weizhong suddenly saw His Majesty coming suddenly and walked out of the room. Zhang Ling was still staring at these authentic works written by everyone. Chen Liuren suddenly patted him from behind, which shocked Zhang Ling. The result was still Pretending to be a compliment, he said, "Student Zhang Ling, I have met His Majesty."
Chen Liuren raised his hand to ask Zhang Ling to put it down, as if he could see his joy, and said calmly: "How many years have passed for these painters to travel across mountains and rivers to get a glimpse of a desperate situation, and extract the essence of the stunning scene in front of them based on what they think in their hearts." , put it into the pen and put it into the ink painting, this is a masterpiece, and it takes an unknown number of years to create such a desperate situation in the world, Zhang Ling, can you understand?"
Zhang Ling was about to blurt it out, but swallowed it back and guessed, "Is your Majesty using calligraphy and painting to metaphor the country?"
Chen Liuren smiled and hit Zhang Ling on the head: "Where do you come from with so many crooked intestines? If I talk to people like you said every time, I will be exhausted. I will simply ask you about your knowledge of calligraphy and painting."
Zhang Ling said "Oh" without thinking, and Chen Liuren smiled again and said, "How about it? I like calligraphy and painting, which one do you like? I'll give it to you."
Zhang Ling pointed out a painting of mountains without any politeness at this moment, and said with a smile: "This one."
Chen Liuren moved a stool very casually, took it out after stepping on it, handed it to Zhang Ling while observing, and explained in a self-satisfied way: "The pinnacle work embodies the will and lofty ideals. Do you want to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts, or should you be literary?" General?"
Zhang Ling also smiled and joked: "Your Majesty just said that painting is painting. How come there are so many meanings? They are all subjective interpretations of future generations. Maybe the person who painted the painting just wanted to climb up and urinate. "
Chen Liuren laughed and said: "What a great person to climb to the peak and sprinkle water on, so that everyone at the bottom of the mountain can taste the taste from the top of the mountain in advance."
Seeing that the emperor was beaming with joy, Zhang Lingcai asked cautiously: "Then why did your Majesty call me here?"
Chen Liuren waved his hand and asked Zhang Ling to wait where he was. He walked past the screen, walked back with a disc in his hand, sat down casually on the spot, and then asked Zhang Ling to sit down as well. Zhang Ling was confused, but it was not a big deal. It's like sitting on pins and needles. As long as the emperor doesn't deliberately attack, everything will be easy to discuss.
Chen Liuren opened the round cover, revealing flawless and translucent pearls and jade. The pearls and jade were divided into two colors on both sides. Zhang Ling naturally saw that they were checkers at a glance, but what he felt was that these beads were not very mature in this world, so these It is definitely not artificial. It can be seen that it is carefully selected and carefully carved. The chessboard is also made of high-quality torreya wood. Such a chess set is already valuable, but who is the emperor? It will look abnormal if it is used poorly. .
Chen Liuren asked: "Can you play?"
Zhang Ling nodded: "Of course I understand the rules, but I don't play them often."
Chen Liuren arranged the jade beads on his own and humbly let Zhang Ling go first. Zhang Ling didn't know what to do and followed the emperor's wishes. He moved the raisin forward in a daze, and the emperor followed the raisin. After a few moves, Zhang Ling also saw that the emperor himself He is also a layman, and he plays haphazardly. He can take the food several times, but he always leaves in a roundabout way. This incident made Monk Zhang Lingzhang confused even more, but he didn't have much to say, so he could only accompany the emperor one plate after another. In the end, the win or loss is even.
The emperor had some unfinished ideas, but he just felt that it was enough. He pushed his hands aside and asked Zhang Ling: "What can you realize?"
Zhang Ling immediately scolded his mother in his heart. He wanted to learn some truth about life by playing checkers. At least he found a way to play Go. Even if he was talking nonsense, he could explain why. But since the emperor asked, even if it was really nonsense, He still had to say a few words, so Zhang Ling asked for peace first: "Did you make a mistake in judging the crime?"
The emperor smiled and said: "You can say whatever you want, even if you scold me, I will listen."
Zhang Ling said assuredly: "The chess pieces are birds and the chessboard is a cage. No matter how hard the chess pieces struggle, they cannot escape."
The emperor pondered: "You want to say that I am like a caged bird. No matter how hard I struggle, I can't escape the shackles of fate. It's better for you people in the world to be free and happy?"
Zhang Ling refused to admit it: "I didn't say that your Majesty over-interpreted it. However, both ordinary people and people in the world have their own difficulties. Most people in the world are ordinary people who have been in the lake for many years. Struggle within yourself, ups and downs throughout your life, and never see the scenery on the rivers and lakes, but even those who are at the top will not escape the consequences of falling back to the bottom of the lake in the end. What I want to say is don’t be the person in the lake who struggles fearlessly. No matter what you do now , just treat it calmly with a normal heart."
Chen Liuren moved uncomfortably and frowned: "Do you think it's better for me to do nothing now?"
Zhang Ling spread his hands again and said, "This is also what His Majesty said and has nothing to do with me."
Chen Liuren continued: "Then let me tell you what I have realized. Just now I deliberately refused to capture your chess pieces several times, which extended the game a little longer. And if you have the same idea as me and do not antagonize each other, then This game can be played forever, and both the chess pieces and the birds in the cage can live together in peace and harmony forever."
Zhang Ling retorted: "But no one in the world has exactly the same thoughts. There are saints and there are evil people. Just because you and I are friendly doesn't mean that others don't have evil thoughts."
Chen Liuren suddenly smiled: "Look, you also said that you and I are good friends. No matter whether others come to attack or not, as long as the two of us join forces, we will never be afraid of the evil on the other side. Tell me, what does it mean to be a friend?"
Zhang Ling felt that the emperor had ill intentions, so he carefully explained: "A person's life is like a relative, and a person's heart is like a friend. If you have something good, share it with him. If one of you is in trouble, help him."
Chen Liuren clapped his hands, jumped up, and said excitedly: "Look, Zhang Ling, I just gave you a famous painting to share. Are you and I good friends? If I have difficulties, you should also help me!"
Zhang Ling suddenly realized that he had a bad feeling. The emperor was waiting for him here, so he asked: "Your Majesty, is it too late for you to return this painting?"
