Looking at this letter from Yelu Hongguang, the words written in the letter are very sincere and the meaning is very simple and clear.
Although Gao Zhang obviously knew that the other party was talking nonsense, at least the letter was quite touching. In short, Xiao Fengxian was seriously ill, but he would definitely live strong.
As long as he recovers from his illness, he will continue to perform his responsibilities and obligations as an envoy to Daliao conscientiously and continue to do a good job in diplomacy.
"This is obviously Xiao Fengxian, who has been frightened by my son's calculations."
"He did not dare to act according to the previous emperor of Liao's idea, but he could not make his own decision, so he sent a fast horse and galloped to Liao to report."
"As for himself, he could only pretend to be sick to delay time, hoping to wait until the Emperor of Liao's response."
Gao Qiu, a tall and muscular man, looked kindly at his son Gao Zhang in front of him.
My heart was filled with pride and pride as the biological father of Wen Quxing of the Gao family, and I even wished I could rush to the ancestral hall to burn a few knives of paper to tell my ancestors the good news.
At the beginning, I didn't have any hope at all. After all, what was the situation of the Great Song Dynasty and what was its attitude towards the Liao Kingdom.
As a man with both civil and military skills, how could Gao Qiu, who could play ball and become a lieutenant, not know this?
However, as a loving father, he knew very well that the official family valued their son Gao Zhang, and Gao Zhang seemed to have his own plans and considerations.
Gao Qiu naturally supported it unconditionally, because he also hoped that Zhang'er could live up to the favor given to him by the official family and hoped that he could really accomplish this matter.
Even if he, his biological father, leads the imperial army of the Song Dynasty to accompany him in a play, so what?
But today, when he saw his biological son smiling happily, and thought that Zhang'er could really turn things around, Gao Qiu understood that although the child was his own, his talents were far beyond his expectations.
However, despite the lamentation and emotion of the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing ahead the waves ahead, Gao Qiu still tried his best to provide advice to his own son for his reference.
Facing his father's concern, Gao Zhang listened obediently. No matter whether the advice given by his father was useful or not, the important thing was his father's thoughts, which he had to feel.
"Thank you, my dear, for your father's advice. The child will enter the palace soon and report the good news to the officials. See what requirements the officials have and think carefully about how to deal with it next."
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These days, the little life of Zhao Ji, the faint-hearted king, is still quite moist, with wine being drunk, immortals being repaired, girls being taken care of, and dogs being pictured.
The only regret is that I haven't been able to feel the warmth of Gao Zhang, my beloved disciple, for several days.
I couldn't hear his little mouth that was like honey, chatting happily with me, which made me feel the joy of being a teacher.
At this moment, Xiaotian was sitting obediently on top of a large flat stone.
Its eyes are looking into the distance with vigilance and concentration, motionless, and its shape is strong and strong without losing its curves.
At this moment, about ten steps away from it, Zhao Ji, an official of the Song Dynasty, was writing furiously and speaking from time to time.
"Xiao Tian is obedient, don't move, that's right, just sit there obediently. When I finish the painting, I will reward you with a large piece of mutton..."
The Roaring Sky Dog just sat like that, motionless. Only when the official Zhao Ji opened his mouth to communicate with it would the tail become a shadow.
One person and one dog, they had such a tacit understanding that even Yang Jian standing aside felt envious and jealous.
Just when the official Zhao Ji's painting was finally coming to an end, Gao Zhang entered the garden in the deep palace under the guidance of the eunuch.
From a distance, I saw Master Hunjun painting there with ink, and what he painted was none other than Yang Jian's good friend Xiao Tian.
At this time, Yang Jian, who was doing nothing and looking around, had already seen Gao Zhang.
Just as he was about to say hello, when he saw Gao Zhang making a silent gesture towards him, Yang Jian nodded slightly with interest and continued to maintain his quiet posture.
The official Zhao Ji continued to draw happily, and reminded Xiao Tian from time to time to raise his chin.
The problem is that Xiaozhen really just raised his chin according to what the officials said, and did not move any other parts of his body.
Seeing this scene, Gao Zhang couldn't help but think of the various magical dogs in those short videos that could even speak human words and were so sensible that they made people feel ashamed.
Finally, the official Zhao Ji put down the brush in his hand with satisfaction, looked at his masterpiece with pleasure, and said to Yang Jian beside him.
"It would be great if Xiao Gao was here. It would be a good time for him to comment. Take a look at my work today and the picture of the Roaring Divine Dog Descending the Mountain that I painted before..."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian raised his finger and pointed in the distance towards the official Zhao Ji with a smile.
"Guan Jia, Xiao Gao Zhuangyuan has been here for a long time. He just saw that Guan Jia you were concentrating on painting, so he didn't come forward to disturb you. Look."
Official Zhao Ji turned his head and saw Gao Zhang standing in the distance, looking this way, and couldn't help but raise his hand to greet him with annoyance.
"You, since you are here, why don't you come over to say hello to me?"
"The disciple came to see the Master because he saw the Master painting. The disciple was worried that it would disturb the Master's inspiration when he was focusing on creation, so he waited there."
Having said this, Gao Zhang turned to look at the masterpiece he had just completed, and then glanced at Xiao Tian who was still sitting there motionless, continuing to maintain his posture.
"Master's painting not only makes people feel immersed in the scene, but also makes the agile charm of the dog appear on the paper. It should be able to fully describe the essence of God..."
Gao Zhang stood there chatting and made incisive and accurate comments on Master's paintings, from artistic style to details to brushstrokes.
Zhao Ji, an official with the master level of art, felt his bones lighten several times.
The important thing is that what this beloved disciple said is definitely not the kind of illusory and mindless flattery.
Rather, it is meaningful, thought-provoking, and even allows the author to understand his own strengths and weaknesses.
This is the foundation of a true art critic. Official Zhao Ji thought about it with satisfaction for a long time, and then he showed a satisfied smile.
"You are truly worthy of being my beloved disciple. Although you and I are master and disciple, you made me understand why Yu Boya's encounter with Zhong Ziqi became a good story that will be passed down through the ages."
After patting Gao Zhang hard on the shoulder, the official Zhao Ji couldn't help but sigh.
Looking at the master and apprentice, who were mixing honey and oil with tenderness in front of him, Yang Jian finally understood deeply that this was the difference between the literate and the uneducated.
Look at how the little champion praises others, and then think about yourself. Comparing others to others can really make people angry to death.
(End of chapter)
