Your Majesty wants to see me?
Xue Hongjian was stunned for a moment, and then he said seriously: "Lead the way."
The Duke's Mansion was very large. The place where the God-Emperor was received was in the inner courtyard. The hanging flower gates along the way were guarded by armored imperial troops, making the palace look very majestic.
When Xue Hongjian stepped into the inner courtyard, he suddenly heard the sound of gurgling water, followed by the roar of tigers and the cries of apes, as if he was in the mountains.
He was in a daze for a moment, and then he heard the ethereal music coming from the hall in front of him, and all the distracting thoughts in his mind disappeared.
He stood there and straightened his robes, and then walked to the front of the hall. He saw clearly that there was a maid holding a lamp in the luxuriously decorated hall, and vegetables and fruits were placed on the long table.
One of them was sitting cross-legged and playing the piano. He was wearing a large robe and was about thirty years old. He had long silver hair and was floating in the air. He must be the great monk from Mo Lin.
Opposite him was the Duke of Lu, who was in his fifties and looked happy.
Between the two of them, sitting cross-legged at the top of the table, was a middle-aged man with a noble temperament and a noble temperament.
His black hair is moist and bright, and his eyes are smiling, but he cannot hide the majestic look he has developed while overlooking the temple. He is undoubtedly the current God Emperor, Emperor Yuan Qing.
At this moment, Emperor Yuan Qing was holding a wine bottle in one hand and resting it on the table with the other, gently tapping the music along with the music, as if he was immersed in it.
The end.
After the song stopped, he drank the wine in one gulp and laughed:
"I heard that Mo Lin is very good at 'painting', 'melody', and 'go', and even became a Taoist with the former two. Mr. Gao is really stingy and refuses to show it. Only after today's song did he know that the rumors were true."
Duke Lu hurriedly echoed the praise, while Gao Mingjing smiled slightly: "I am better at painting, but when it comes to music, I am not satisfactory."
This Versailles is in my heart...
After exchanging business blows for a while, Duke Lu glanced at his son. Xue Hongjian hurriedly handed over his hands: "I have met your Majesty and Mr. Gao."
Emperor Yuan Qing smiled and asked him to come closer. Fang praised:
"As expected, you are personable and talented, with the demeanor of a young prince. I heard that you have been admitted to the Qin Tianjian to practice?"
Xue Hongjian said respectfully: "Your Majesty is so complimentary, I am lucky enough to be imprisoned and temporarily appointed as Si Chen."
Gao Mingjing smiled and said: "Speaking of which, Qin Tian Jian has also begun preparations for the Grand Prize in the City of Gods."
...It turned out that it was not His Majesty who wanted to see me, but the great monk from Mo Lin who was looking for information... Xue Hongjian's mind was spinning, and he began to consider his answer to Gao Mingjing's question.
With the God-Emperor present, he must not lose his status to Qin Tianjian, but it is also difficult to brag about it. This degree is difficult to control.
The two questioned and asked for a while. Gao Mingjing suddenly remembered something and asked:
"There is Ji Ping'an, who is on the same level as you, Si Chen. How is he?"
Gao Mingjing had never met Ji Ping'an, but the last time he was a guest in Jinyuan, it coincided with the monthly exam, so he wrote down this name.
Very impressive.
Xue Hongjian was startled, thought for a while, and answered truthfully: "Brother Ji has entered the Wooden Academy as the first disciple, and now he has also entered the special training class."
Gao Mingjing said in surprise: "He must have been practicing for a long time."
Xue Hongjian explained in a tactful way.
But even after his verbal processing, Ji Ping'an's experience after entering prison was still so legendary that several people present were stunned and surprised.
"It's quite interesting." Emperor Yuan Qing commented with a smile.
But after all, he is just a small person. When he heard that he would not play for Qin Tianjian this year, he lost interest.
Gao Mingjing became more and more curious, and when he was about to ask more questions, he saw the God Emperor wave his hand: "Now that you have entered the Qin Tian Prison, you should encourage your practice. Go down."
Xue Hongjian felt like he had received an amnesty, so he borrowed his donkey from the slope. When he left the inner hall, he realized that he was covered in cold sweat and his clothes were wet. He couldn't help but wonder:
"How come all the big shots in Molin know about Ji Ping'an?"
He couldn't understand.
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That night, the Emperor drove back to the palace, and Gao Mingjing stayed one night at the kind invitation of Duke Lu.
The next morning, I said goodbye and left.
The carriage rumbled and walked on the spacious streets of Shendu. In the carriage, Gao Mingjing sat on the soft silk cushion, thinking about the news he had recently found out.
Mo Lin has sent a letter and will arrive in the divine capital in a few days.
In the following days, several major sects in Dazhou will also arrive one after another.
For Qin Tianjian, his focus is still on "Luo Huaizhu" and the geniuses of various colleges headed by Wang Xian. As for Ji Ping'an... this year will not be a threat, but it is also worthy of attention due to its potential.
"It's just that we didn't have a chance to meet each other, so all we heard was in vain." Gao Mingjing sighed with emotion.
Suddenly, in the dark inkstone at his waist, the solidified ink was like ice thawing, curling like frost and snow.
A strange elf about half the size of a palm, with a dark green body, crawled out. It scratched the edge of the inkstone with both hands, raised its little head, and twitched its nose to smell something.
"Gulu~"
Then, Mo Nu spit out a few bubbles, and suddenly like a yellow dog that found its prey, she rolled up the inkstone and flew towards the car window.
Then with a "Duang" sound, it hit the window pane and rolled in the air.
"What did you find?" Gao Mingjing raised his eyebrows, curious.
The Mo Girl is a unique "weapon spirit" that is unique to the Mo Lin inheritance. She is an eccentric spirit, extremely talented, and has an astonishing sensitivity to the Taoist charm of calligraphy and painting.
She looks like this now only when she discovers calligraphy and painting that she likes.
"Stop the car." Gao Mingjing said, then pressed the inkstone down with one hand, leaned out of the car curtain, and followed the sensor to land on a scholar walking slowly along the street holding a scroll of drawing paper.
"Master," Gao Mingjing called to him and said with a smile, "You have a painting in your hand? Can you let me take a look at it?"
This request is quite abrupt.
The scholar was obviously stunned for a moment, but he was a discerning man. He could tell at a glance that the people on the carriage were not simple. He cupped his hands and said politely:
"Sir, you have to look after yourself."
As he said that, he presented the drawing paper, Gao Mingjing was curious and scanned it casually.
Immediately... the eyes of this great monk, who is worthy of leaving his name in history when it comes to painting, lighted up and he couldn't help but exclaimed:
"This painting..."
He sat up slightly, looked at the flowers and birds carefully, and admired:
"It's wonderful, it's wonderful. I didn't expect that there would be such a character in the capital city of God. Although my painting skills are a bit inferior, my charm is natural. Is this painting made by you?"
The scholar hurriedly waved his hand:
"I dare not steal my name. This painting was painted by a young master and was given to me casually. Hmm... If you are interested, sir, you can go over there. There is a teahouse called 'Anxiang'. That young master painted it. Many gifts were given to tea guests."
"Oh?" Gao Mingjing was shocked and thanked him.
Instead of taking a bus, he simply walked in the direction pointed by the scholar.
Along the way, I once again met two artists holding paintings. They both said they were drinking tea in that tea house and received it as a gift from a young master.
The style of painting is completely different, but the long meaning makes Gao Mingjing's curiosity more and more intense.
When he finally followed the instructions and stepped onto the second floor of the teahouse with ivy hanging on the exterior wall and elegant interior decoration, he was surprised to find a group of tea drinkers admiring a freshly painted painting in admiration.
Inside, facing the street and by the window, a man and a woman were sitting next to a bright table.
The girl was wearing a lotus leaf-colored skirt, with a clean face and bulging cheeks. She was holding a pastry in her hand and was mindlessly immersed in the world of delicious food.
Another young man with a calm and peaceful temperament was sitting at the table, cleaning his paintbrush carefully.
As if sensing the attention, the young man turned his head and glanced at him.
Just at this glance, the famous monk Mo Lin didn't know why, but he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, but it was fleeting, like an illusion.
Suppressing the strange emotions in his heart, Gao Mingjing stepped forward with his big sleeves fluttering. He lowered his eyes and glanced at a tree of cold plums on the tabletop, his eyes became brighter:
"Did you make this painting?"
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ps: The boss throws another 150,000 coins! Congratulations to the leader! I wish you guys can cook without sticking to the pan and eat leeks without stuffing your teeth!
