"Unexpectedly, there can be such a miraculous thing, teaching disciples in a dream, I don't know how many years have passed..."
At this moment, Zhao Ji even had the urge to lie down on the spot, close his eyes and dream.
I really want to see if I will really meet Gao Zhang, that attractive kid.
After thinking about it, Zhao Ji unknowingly stopped in front of the boat pavilion where Miss Shishi was resting.
He gently called Miss Shishi and opened the hatch.
I saw the shy and timid girl Shishi who brought disaster to the country and the people, and a very soft bed...
Zhao Ji, a fastidious fool, decided to first talk about his talents with the first courtesan of the Song Dynasty, and then wait until the depth of his love reaches the point where he can do something interesting.
Zhao Ji sniffed, showed a serious and gentle smile, and moved to the edge of the bed to sit down.
"Don't be nervous, Miss Shishi, Zhao just wants to have a good chat with you now.
You see, this is a jade Xiao that Zhao recently got. See if the quality of the jade is very moist, and if you touch it, does it feel slippery?
Come on, come on, just blow it, and you will know the beauty of this jade flute..."
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"Captain Gao, please get up quickly. The officials have said that Captain Gao deserves this."
"The officials used to send people to deliver oral instructions. It was for the sake of harmony between the monarch and his ministers. I also hope that Lieutenant Gao will..."
"Don't worry, Zhongguan Yang. How can I not know what's good and what's bad? The officials treat me with great kindness..."
Gao Qiu replied excitedly. I originally thought that after a while, the officials would calm down and call me into the court again.
But I never expected that on the second day, the official family would send their confidant eunuch Yang Jian to visit.
He also gave him money and silk to reassure himself not to ask for a living. It is enough to see that his favor in the hearts of officials has not diminished.
Seeing Gao Qiu's appearance, the corners of Yang Jian's lips slightly raised and then quietly closed.
I'm afraid that Lieutenant Gao doesn't even know that our family can come today because of the credit of his only son Gao Zhang.
After thinking about the official's instructions when he came, Yang Jian seemed to chat with Gao Qiu casually.
As we chatted, the conversation unknowingly led to Gao Qiu's only son.
When talking about his beloved son, Gao Qiu was naturally happy to show off his smart, well-behaved, sensible and filial only son.
Yang Jian, on the other hand, listened carefully, interjecting a sentence or two from time to time to control the rhythm.
After getting the information he needed and Gao Zhang's previous calligraphy practice manuscript handed over by Gao Qiu.
Yang Jian finally retired and left.
Gao Qiu personally sent the eunuch, a confidant of the official family, to the door of the mansion, and did not return to the mansion until Yang Jian boarded the car.
Just sitting in the mansion, looking at the five hundred pieces of silk given by the official, Gao Qiu always felt that there was something weird about it.
"My husband has received a reward from the official family and will return to the Yamen soon. Why are you still so worried?"
Huang sat next to Gao Qiu, looked at her husband's frown, and asked with concern.
"The official ordered me to stay behind closed doors yesterday to think about my faults. Today I sent Yang Jian to comfort me and gave me these money and silk."
"My husband always feels that there is something fishy here. Could it be that Cai Jing's words and deeds today were wrong and made the officials unhappy?"
"Or maybe the officials know that we, Zhang'er, are the victims of the conflict?"
Seeing her husband racking his brains for thought, Huang opened his mouth to comfort him.
"Husband, if you don't understand, then stop thinking about it. After all, it will be good for the husband if the officials do this."
"Well, what you said makes sense. That's all. Let's put this matter aside for now. By the way, is Zhang'er back?"
"Not yet. I heard from the housekeeper that His Highness King Yan invited this child to go swimming in the lake. I feel very strange. When did we, Zhang'er, meet King Yan?"
"His Royal Highness King Yan?" Gao Qiu, who had been busy playing ball before, didn't know such a thing suddenly came to his mind.
It seems that the officials felt that there was something wrong with the repeated conflicts between Zhang'er and Cai Laoliu, so they specially sent his brother Yan Wang to find Zhang'er to find out what happened.
After all, Zhang'er is an honest child who is well-behaved and polite. He can't lie and will definitely tell the truth...
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Having returned to the palace, Zhao Ji, who had put on his Taoist robe, was sitting upright.
On the desk in front of you are the manuscripts that Gao Zhang used to practice calligraphy before he fell seriously ill.
these manuscripts. It's obviously very clumsy at first glance, with immature writing, uneven strength, and even blurry or crooked writing.
All in all, I dare not say that it is unsightly, but it can only be regarded as a typical childlike work.
There is also a manuscript that Gao Zhang used to practice calligraphy a few days before his serious illness. It is obviously a lot better than the previous handwriting.
However, those handwritings do not have sharp edges, and it is clear that they have not yet mastered the skills of writing and wrist. It can only be said that the handwriting is regular, that's all.
Zhao Ji, who has been immersed in the art of calligraphy for many years, can recognize it at a glance. It must be written by a child.
Yang Jian stood aside and began to state the information he had gathered through circumstantial information.
What Gao Qiu meant was that he personally initiated the education of his beloved son Gao Zhang when he was eight years old, even though Gao Qiu kept praising his own baby.
But before Gao Zhang became seriously ill, it took him two years to memorize a thousand-character essay, and his calligraphy was only able to be written in a regular manner.
It is enough to show that this child is only of average talent.
"Since Gao Aiqing said that Gao Zhang was seriously ill, did he have any posts about practicing calligraphy after his serious illness?"
Facing the gaze cast by the official Zhao Ji, Yang Jian shook his head with regret.
"Naturally, the slave asked Gao Taiwei, but Gao Taiwei said that he had never written anything since his family Gao Zhang recovered from a serious illness."
"Lieutenant Gao also asked Gao Zhang if he didn't want to..."
Yang Jian paused, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the officials who were listening attentively.
"I don't want the little Mr. Gao to say that he has written thousands of times in his heart and written millions of words in his pen. There is no need to waste any more paper at home."
"Captain Gao took pity on his only son who was recovering from a serious illness. Seeing that his son was unwilling to write, he left it to him."
After hearing this, the official Zhao Ji suddenly stood up, rubbed his hands with gleaming eyes, and walked slowly back and forth in the palace.
"It seems that what he said is indeed true..."
"It's a good sentence that has been written thousands of times in my heart and millions of words written in my pen. It seems that he really spent countless hours studying with my immortal body in the dream, so that he can become so proficient in this thin gold body..."
Yang Jian also heard the official talking to himself, and even he couldn't help but not believe it.
After all, the fonts originally created by the official family were no more than successful, and they had not yet had time to name them. A month ago, Gao Zhang was still a young man who was a beginner in calligraphy.
Nowadays, I can write with proficiency and very good skills. If I didn't practice it in a dream, what else could it be?
All he could think about was Zhao Ji, who taught Gao Zhang the Slim Body in his dream, and he had been dreaming all night.
In the dream, Gao Zhang, that well-behaved and obedient young man, was right in front of him, practicing his thin gold body conscientiously.
And I, as a teacher, taught him how to lift the wrist and move the pen, and supervised him to practice the thin gold body, until the moment he opened his eyes...
Lying on the bed, he still seemed a little dazed, as if he could see Gao Zhang swiping his brush and ink. Zhao Ji showed a happy smile.
"It seems that everything is true..."
