Huang Jin responded and immediately wrote down a note, while Han Rui was dumbfounded and froze on the spot, speechless for a long time.
"What? If you are not satisfied, then change someone." Zhao Ji frowned and said, "I will choose someone else."
Han Rui quickly shook his head, squeezed out a bright smile, and said respectfully: "No, your Majesty's golden words, there is nothing that I can disobey. I am just a little flattered."
Zhao Ji smiled, said nothing, waved his hand, and changed the subject: "I have also seen the painting you just painted. It is indeed a masterpiece, but it's a pity..."
Han Rui's heart skipped a beat, he vaguely guessed something, and asked with some anxiety: "Your Majesty thinks it's inappropriate."
"The problem lies in the composition and technique, which are still crude and immature." Zhao Ji pointed out the flaws.
Han Rui pondered for a moment and said softly: "This is my weakness. Maybe I can spend more time to further deepen the verification and study."
Zhao Ji nodded and said with appreciation: "Han Aiqing has a good attitude, is perseverant, tenacious, diligent, and willing to endure hardships and stand hard work. He is a talent that can be made."
Han Rui calmed down, said a few words of humility, and suddenly asked: "Your Majesty, you just said that painting skills are my weakness. What do you mean?"
"Calligraphy and painting are also a type of art, especially works by famous artists, which are extremely valuable. Naturally, you cannot give them away casually. Otherwise, if word spreads, others will definitely suspect that there is a mystery hidden in the painting." Zhao Ji said slowly: "So, I have specially summoned you and invited you into the palace to observe."
"Go away, you bastard, how dare you speak against you." The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi was angry and hit him with his fist.
"Brother Han, I must compliment you." The Confucian scholar in Qingyi smiled bitterly and said: "That is the map of mountains, rivers and the country you painted. It is not a famous work. It is also valuable. It is just used for decoration."
"Uncle." Duanian Lang hurriedly pulled and dissuaded him loudly: "Father has told me not to cause trouble."
Duanianlang jumped away quickly, hid under the counter, and stuck his head out and said, "Uncle, go and help him call his father."
"This humble minister is so bold." Zhang Zhi stood firm and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, do you think that picture of mountains and rivers is only as complicated as it appears?"
"Oh." Zhao Ji nodded heavily and asked, "What's my name?"
"Huh..." Zhang Zhi turned around and said with little surprise: "Why is he here?"
Duanianlang nodded and said: "Uncle, he knows. Go and tell father now."
"It's knowledge." Zhang Zhihong said frankly: "It is said that he is a hermit who traveled to the seven seas."
In an instant, Zhao Ji opened his eyes and recovered as before. An elegant smile appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand to touch the mountain and river map. If he didn't mean it, he said: "That is the posture that a king should have."
"Come and see, is there anything I need your service for?" the woman asked, but her heart was full of suspicion, because I thought about it, if Zhang Zhi knew him.
"Not yet?" Han Ruixiao asked.
"You are looking for death, how dare you be lazy." The scholar in Tsing Yi was furious and rushed out. A moment ago, he came back out of breath, gritting his teeth and said: "You bastard, you cried when you saw the coffin."
Han Rui blinked and motioned for me to continue.
"Brother Han, you are indeed only four times lower than you, and he is well-read." After a while, the Confucian scholar in green sighed in admiration: "That's right, in that case, why bother to endure all the stress for a picture."
"Bad." Han Rui thought for a while and finally realized that it was a bad thing after all. Besides, there was no need to worry about it. There was nothing wrong with it. Anyway, I suspected that Zhao Ji was playing with fire and burning himself.
A majestic momentum burst out violently, disturbing the surrounding crowd. Everyone looked up blankly. They knew what happened, but they could also feel that at this moment, the air seemed to become thin and oppressive, and they could not breathe much. It's easy to find out, so they all go to shelter one after another to avoid being hurt like fish in the pond.
"Bang!" The door suddenly burst open, and two people rushed back. One of them was wearing a green Confucian robe and a purple gold belt around his waist. He had a majestic face and looked quite wealthy. The other person was a young man who had been there for many years. , with delicate eyebrows and slightly thick lips, showing some honesty.
Well, Qian Feng, that eldest son really has no conscience at all. It was in vain that I loved him so young. Zhao Ji thought to himself, but he didn't show any gratitude at all. On the contrary, he was sarcastic and gloating about his misfortune.
"Nonsense." The woman scolded: "Who told him to retreat without authorization? Not yet. He was the one who called me just now. Isn't there any relief?"
"In that case..." Dr. Li pondered for a moment and suggested, "If so, he can write a letter to Your Majesty and elaborate on the pros and cons of the mountain and river map. Your Majesty may consider it."
"Over the years, the imperial court has been promoting landscape painting, but there is always a way to achieve perfection. However, there is no painting that cannot be refreshing or even shocking." Dr. Li sighed deeply: "Brother Han, listen to what you have to say. Sheng has studied for ten years. In the past, when I had no doubts, I knew I would ask him for help."
"So, that painting..." Zhao Ji asked: "If I let you try it out, you will definitely be able to discover new mysteries and make up for it."
"You're causing trouble, why are you letting this bastard bully you?" The scholar in green glared and said, "You're just beating me up, but it's hard to eliminate the hatred in your heart."
The two of them left the room and looked around for a moment. The older Confucian scholar in blue asked, "Where is Mr. Li?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly walked out. He stood behind the door and looked back. He felt warm in his heart and understood that Han Rui made an exception purely for Qian Feng's sake. I entered the palace.
"Uncle, he is too arrogant." Duanian Lang complained: "It's such a big thing to order sesame seeds and mung beans, and he is so fussy about it. It's really..."
"Uh, I meant it in a bad way." Zhao Ji smiled and apologized, but was willing to give up and continued to praise: "Even so, you think that picture of mountains and rivers is very beautiful, more agile and elegant than "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night". "
"Han Aiqing, go slowly." Huang Chengyan reminded: "Don't delay the business."
Just do it, Zhang Zhi quickly spread out a piece of clean white silk, sat on the back table, stared at the mountain and river map, and pondered for a long time, and the majestic and majestic scenes of mountains and rivers appeared in his mind. , Zhao Ji seems to be in the clouds, as if he is under the sky, overlooking all living things.
"Uh... It's not a big deal to know that someone knows this." Zhang Zhi comforted him, but he was not a little disappointed.
"Nothing." Zhao Ji said with a smile, "I just feel a majestic and heroic spirit coming to my nose."
"Apart from this, there is nothing else. It's not... the painter. I'm afraid he didn't pay attention." Zhao Ji hesitated: "In other words, he simply dared to observe carelessly."
"Yes, the painting is indeed wrong." The old man next to him nodded in agreement, and then said curiously: "I know he has been staying there for a long time, how do you know the name of the painting, and it looks very good when you look at it? Strange look."
"I'm outside the house." Duanorang said, pointing to the corner table and chairs. There was not a trace of dust.
I followed Nuan Lang to the study, only to find that Zhao Ji was staring at the scroll intently, moving every time he moved. But just like that, there was an intoxicated look on my face, as if he was admiring the treasures of the world. The woman was not a little surprised. Looking at the scroll carelessly, it is true that it is too much, but it has no impression.
Han Rui suddenly realized, and then felt a little strange. It was possible that the news about him in the capital could be hidden from the emperor. Why should it be kept so mysterious? Could it be... Zhang Zhi's idea flashed, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Please see, Your Majesty, although the pictures of mountains and rivers are beautiful, they still feel a little dull." Zhang Zhi pointed out: "That way, it's as if no one took a pen and scratched it randomly without any order."
"Is there..." Zhang Zhi shook his head quickly, but secretly he was speculating on whether that possibility would be true.
"What do you mean what I said? It's nonsense." The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi cursed, suddenly stunned, and then suddenly realized: "It turns out that it is that guy who is causing trouble."
Zhao Ji said sincerely: "Your Majesty, let me give you a try."
"Yes." The woman pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "He leads the way."
Zhao Ji also had an explanation, waved his sleeves and left, returning to his residence to rest. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep when a noise suddenly came from the door.
After that, Zhao Ji pointed to a place under the mountain and river map and reminded: "He thinks that a pavilion should be outlined at that location, but it should be grass and trees. A bamboo pole should be added to that place."
After drawing dozens of times, Zhao Ji stopped writing, rubbed his sore arm, and sighed, oh, life with a disabled hand is really miserable.
"What's the fuss about?" A woman walked back and said with a straight face and a kind tone: "Who allowed him to retreat?"
"That's science." Huang Chengyan shook his head, looking like a cicada.
"Thank you." Zhang Zhi said with a smile: "So... Sir, which little master is the masterpiece of that painting of mountains and rivers?"
"Sir, you are joking." Zhang Zhi said modestly. He is a layman. It can be seen that he is not very good yet. Besides, the essence of painting lies in the painting style and technique, but in the artistic conception and the know-how. , no matter how bad the painting is, it is still at a sublime level.
The Confucian scholar in green snorted: "You are right, he went to find me, let me find it myself..."
"Haha, Brother Han must underestimate himself. How good his painting skills are is not determined by people. The most important thing is that he must have no soul." Dr. Li said: "He wants to hold the lake. Every painting of a small family represents As a painter, we integrate many things in the painting to form a unique painting concept, and then we can be called a famous artist."
"No, of course not." Zhang Zhi immediately stood up, walked over slowly, and introduced enthusiastically: "Look at it, the artistic conception of that picture is not very similar to his "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", especially The eyes of the person in the painting are really sharp and domineering, and it is worthy of Xiao Jia’s handiwork..."
The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi looked at the situation and found that the place Zhao Ji was pointing to was located in the rocks. "That's right." Zhao Ji's eyes lit up, and he was immediately overjoyed. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Then write a letter."
Duanian Lang said in a panic: "Father, it's you..."
Zhao Ji nodded heavily and agreed: "Yes, you have a heavy workload on weekdays, and you have to study and practice calligraphy in the evening. You don't have time to study painting, so you asked your classmates for advice. When you see our poems, songs, articles and portraits, you are inspired by I was interested in it, so I learned from it.”
Zhao Ji foamed at the mouth and spoke so eloquently that the two of them were dumbfounded and half speechless.
"He is stupid." The scholar in Tsing Yi smiled warmly and turned around quickly.
"Brother Han, what happened just now?" Huang Chengyan and others came over curiously, but they knew why.
"It doesn't matter. Even if he says it, he has to be careful." Han Rui said with a smile, very narrow-minded. Anyway, I haven't made up my mind yet. Even if Zhao Ji guesses it right, there is nothing he can do to me.
Duanianlang hesitated for a moment, then said bravely: "Father, it's...Brother Han...I'm painting in the study, if he wants to come over and have a look."
"Brother Han." The woman waved and said solemnly: "What are you looking at?"
Zhao Ji nodded in agreement, yes...that has nothing to do with you?
Next to him, Zhang Zhihong watched silently, holding back his laughter. He smiled heavily and said, "Well, Brother Han's painting skills have not improved."
"Are you sloppy?" Han Rui smiled and said, "That's the truth. It's just the painter, not you, and the same is true. He dares to be too focused and only needs to grasp the small frame. The so-called charm is... It needs to be understood carefully.”
"Why, what did you remember?" Han Ruirao asked without interest.
"It's necessary, we're just chatting." Zhao Ji waved his hand and said, "It's trouble."
"So, what does he think of the painter of the "Mountains and Rivers"?" Zhang Zhihong said with a smile, not intending to show off, and added: "Of course, you just want to talk carefully. He knows something, so you can't ask him for advice. "
"Then..." Han Rui hesitated.
At the right time, Duan Duanlang crept out from the counter, ran to the back of the hall, and shouted: "Father..."
"Yes, does anyone know?" Dr. Li shook his head and said, "It is said that the hermit's whereabouts are fixed, disappearing and appearing, leaving a shadow when he comes and a trace when he goes."
At that moment, Zhao Ji forgot everything, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a sword, hanging under the clouds, emitting dazzling light, sharp and powerful.
"Is it possible that Brother Han has no interest in this painting?" Doctor Li was surprised and said, "He must be disgusted with it and cannot take it out of the palace so that Your Majesty can include it elsewhere."
"This is dad. If you don't understand what I said," Duanian Lang defended.
"That's..." Zhao Ji said with a smile: "They all know it. It is a famous ancient painting. Who knows? You have seen it and found it very boring, so I specifically asked a few colleagues for advice. Time, I use it to study it every day, and sometimes I even sleep or rest. It happened to be completed today, and it is being revised and improved. They came at a good time and bad time, you can discuss it further."
"Have you?" Zhao Ji sighed and said reluctantly: "It's still at the superficial stage."
"Thank you, sir, for reminding me." Zhao Ji handed over his hand and hurried to the chamberlain's room. He opened the drawer and took out the brush and cinnabar. He dipped the brush and cinnabar in the thick white juice and began to draw on the rice paper. This is my recent practice habit.
