Gao Zhang wanted to take out a lighter, light a detonator and calm down. Why did I appear here? Is it because of love? Or is it specifically for art?
Fortunately, Zhao Ji's emotional injury was like a loud gunshot, grazing Gao Zhang's scalp and passing by, the lingering sound lingered for only a few breaths.
This talented emperor with a high degree of art and emotion finally thought of his beloved disciple beside him.
"Xiao Gao, come on, come on, what do you think of this picture of a kingfisher singing in spring?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zhao Ji's expression of quickly praising me.
The honest boy Gao Zhang took two steps forward and looked at it carefully for a long time before bowing to the Hunjun with sincerity.
"Master's calligraphy and painting skills really make disciples not know how to praise him.
Speaking of this bird alone, it is true that looking back is green and wavering.
The Master’s paintings are so lifelike and full of charm, as if they can fly away as long as they are painted with color..."
Zhao Ji stared blankly at Gao Zhang, who was standing in front of him, pointing at his works and talking about them.
Just now, the inspiration came like a spring, and the picture of kingfishers singing in spring came into the mouth of his beloved disciple Gao Zhang.
His choice of words, his descriptions, and his interpretations, it was as if every word brought out the excitement of Zhao Ji, a talentless king.
Zhao Ji, the official who was flirting directly, was so excited that his face flushed with excitement, his eyes gleamed, and he looked straight at his handsome disciple.
"He deserves to be my beloved disciple, and he deserves to be the successor of my mantle. Sure enough, he really understands me..."
At this moment, this paragraph kept recurring in Zhao Ji's mind.
Yang Jian on the side, although he has been following the official family since he was young, and has been influenced by his ears and eyes for so many years.
The level of art appreciation and criticism is probably inferior to that of many calligraphy and painting art critics in this era.
But now, I see Gao Zhang, a child who is only eleven years old, standing there pointing at the paintings and talking.
When it comes to the subtleties, the official couldn't help but give high fives and nod frequently.
Yang Jian, the first eunuch around the official family, felt a strong sense of crisis and deep despair.
I racked my brains, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to evaluate him as accurately as Gao Zhang.
Is this really extremely smart? No wonder he was able to become the youngest imperial examination champion in the Song Dynasty at the age of eleven.
Look at him only eleven years old, look at how favored he is by the government now.
Yang Jian couldn't help but touch the growing hoarfrost on his temples, feeling a trace of sadness rising in his heart.
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The waves behind the Yangtze River pushed the waves ahead, and the waves in front were beaten to death on the beach.
Fortunately, our family has been there, although I feel extremely unhappy with this cheeky little kid who knows how to please the officials.
But after all, he didn't do anything extraordinary to offend the top pick at his age.
It seems that what I should consider is no longer how to give eye drops to Gao Zhang, a very smart, well-informed young man.
Instead, you should think about how to marry this young prodigy.
Yang Jian looked thoughtfully at the officials who were beaming with joy and wished they could dance to show their happiness.
"Well, well, well, a good review brings out the blue color, and shakes the pear green color.
You are really good. My teacher never thought that you had even read the kingfisher poems written by Cai Yong, a great master of the Han Dynasty. "
"Really? My disciple really didn't know that these two sentences were actually written by everyone in the Han Dynasty.
Just seeing the kingfisher in Master's painting, these two sentences suddenly popped into my mind..."
The two masters and apprentices stood in front of the picture of kingfishers singing in spring, and conducted in-depth discussions and research on the art of calligraphy and painting.
As an outstanding art student with high emotional intelligence, how can I better communicate with teachers in a harmonious atmosphere?
And how to get teachers to look at me differently and teach me everything I can, I must pass the level of language arts.
And you can’t go around the world with a single sentence that has a low cultural level, but you have to say something meaningful and be able to make accurate comments.
This method is definitely very useful whether it is used on the mentor in the previous life or on the master Zhao Ji.
The two chatted for almost half an hour, and the Emperor Song, who felt so comfortable that he wanted to roll on the grass by the lake, was finally satisfied.
He signaled Yang Jian to put away his calligraphy and painting works, and then continued to walk side by side with Gao Zhang.
After walking for more than ten steps, Zhao Ji finally thought of his reason for coming to find Gao Zhang today.
Although there was a little bit of embarrassment, this embarrassment turned into infinite joy.
Not only does his beloved disciple's talent and knowledge far exceed those of ordinary people, he even has an understanding of the art of calligraphy and painting.
I'm afraid that none of the old talents in the court may have such insight as him.
Sure enough, it was not unreasonable for me in the dream to grant Xiao Gao the mantle. Well, wait a minute... I came to look for Xiao Gao today. Why?
Seeing that Master Hunjun was standing there in a daze after walking for more than a hundred steps, Gao Zhang could only stand silently side by side with this master who was obviously distracted.
"Xiao Gao, let's talk about the original topic, which is how to solve "Wu Bei Ce"."
Seeing the earnest gaze cast by Master Hunjun, Gao Zhang, who had already made up his mind during this period, spoke directly.
"Since Master is so fond of the disciple, how can the disciple retreat despite the difficulties?"
"But the disciple still doesn't know what strategy the master wants to use?"
Seeing Gao Zhang like this, Zhao Ji nodded with satisfaction, stroked his short beard, and asked pleasantly.
"Tell me, in your opinion, what should it be?"
"If it is to be handled by the disciple according to my opinion, I will naturally use the second method, which is the outsourcing method."
"However, I have just entered the official career and do not have the ability to convince others. Therefore, I believe that we should focus on small things and proceed step by step..."
Listening to Gao Zhang's well-founded statements, Zhao Ji also believed it.
"Okay, okay, I didn't expect that Xiao Gao, you are not only talented and knowledgeable, but you are also quite insightful in handling affairs."
"In this case, I will feel more at ease. I intend to confer on you the post of Minister of Living Room and Military Supervisor after the Qionglin Banquet..."
Gao Zhang instantly raised his head with excitement and looked at Master Hun Jun.
"Master, are you wrong? These seem to be two positions, right?"
"The purpose of living in the palace is to allow you to walk in the palace from time to time and come to see me as my master.
What's more, the military supervisor's official position is only from the eighth rank, which is really too low for a champion. "
"With the sixth-grade official position of Zhengsheren, if you encounter any difficulties when innovating armaments, you can directly inform your teacher..."
Seeing Master Hunjun acting like a teacher but carefully planning your future, Gao Zhang was not overjoyed, but instead looked worried.
"From the sixth level? Isn't this a too high starting point?"
(End of chapter)
