The content of such a letter immediately confused the official Zhao Ji.
You miss being your teacher, so why do you want to admire your own paintings? Isn't this child too shy? I am your master, a master as close as father and son.
Do you want to ask your master for calligraphy treasures, or even his collection? Can your master refuse you?
Just when the official Zhao Ji felt that his beloved disciple's behavior was too raw and was unhappy, he heard an exclamation from beside him.
Then he raised his head from immersed in reading the letter and looked at the painting that had been lifted up by the pole.
With just one glance, official Zhao Ji was stunned on the spot. What did he see?
He saw an immortal emperor with hair like flowing springs and starry eyes, sitting leaning against colorful clouds. Behind him, the palace of heaven loomed.
Behind her, a goddess of unparalleled elegance clung to the palace lantern, stepping on the clouds. Behind her, there were countless goddesses, playing the piano, flute or flute, dancing gracefully in the sky, flickering and appearing.
There is also a majestic god general with luxurious armor. His face is white and beardless, his eyebrows are tightly drawn into the Chinese character "Chuan", and his face is solemn.
Holding a three-pointed two-edged sword, he stood loyally beside the immortal.
There is also a thin dog, its coat color and its body shape are so elegant, it is lying at the feet of the immortal.
He looked around with vigilant eyes, as if he would pounce out at any moment and bite anyone who dared to disrespect the Immortal Lord.
In the front of this painting, a figure whose back is only exposed, but who can be seen as a handsome young man at a glance, is worshiping the Immortal Lord with great piety...
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"This, this is actually a slave..." Yang Jian stared blankly at the majestic general on the painting. He never thought that one day he would become a character in the artist's painting.
The point is that in this painting, I look stronger and more manly, without any effeminate vibe at all.
And the painting is so lifelike, completely indistinguishable from myself, just like looking at another self in the mirror.
"This is me. It turns out that the person he painted was actually me..."
Official Zhao Ji stared straight at the most eye-catching immortal in this painting.
That look, that look in his eyes, his demeanor, and his demeanor were all like that of himself who had already become an immortal.
Even a small black mole near his temple was painted on the painting.
The most eye-catching goddess behind him, holding a palace lantern, is his favorite woman, Miss Shishi.
The loyal Yang Jian is also vividly depicted, not to mention the beloved dog Xiao Tian who is sitting in the pavilion and sticking out his tongue.
Yang Jian saw the official Zhao Ji looking at the painting blankly for a long time, and then suddenly returned to the crime scene.
He copied the letter, and then stood there looking at it, as if his whole body had become petrified.
This made Yang Jian feel a little confused. What was happening to the Guan family? Could it be that this painting, which he considered so unique, had any flaws that made the Guan family unhappy?
Or maybe in that letter, Gao Zhang, the number one scholar with MAX emotional intelligence, said something low on emotional intelligence?
Just when Yang Jian felt a little uneasy, he saw Guan Jia's eyes began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his eyes began to flicker.
Immediately, Yang Jian was completely stunned. He stared at this scene blankly, not even daring to take a breath.
After the official Zhao Ji saw this painting in which his beloved disciple cried out his heart and blood, he turned back and looked at the autographed letter from his beloved disciple Xiao Gao. His perception was completely different from before.
This does not mean that he is a teacher and student. It is obvious that this child is too filial and misses his teacher in a foreign land.
Knowing that I cannot meet my teacher, I can only express my feelings on the pen, and put all his thoughts and emotions on the paper.
Only then can such a painting, which is so sincere both in composition and brushstrokes, appear in front of me.
Therefore, Xiao Gao hopes that he can put pen to paper on this painting. In this way, when he misses his teacher, he can not only see his face, but also appreciate his teacher's teachings and expectations for him.
This is such a touching move. This is the perfect tacit understanding of soul communication between artists.
"Master, I understand..."
At this moment, a tear filled with the sincere emotion of the artist-emperor slipped from his eyes and dripped on the letter paper. In an instant, an ink chrysanthemum bloomed in the letter.
On the side, Yang Jian's eyes were exaggeratedly widened to the extreme. He looked at him blankly, feeling that his brain was about to shut down.
I wish I could fly out of the pavilion with a backflip, grab a handful of weeds, jump back with a frontflip, and squat here lying on the grass to calm down.
At this moment, the official Zhao Ji raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes. After taking several deep breaths, he slowly calmed down the turbulent emotions.
He turned around and glanced at Yang Jian, whose face was full of surprise and incomprehensible, and the restless eunuchs.
I miss Xiao Gao more and more, my only confidant in this world, who is also my disciple.
Yang Jian saw the official glance at the people in the pavilion with a hint of disgust, then carefully took out the silk handkerchief from his sleeve and dipped the letter paper.
He carefully put the letter into his arms and took a deep look at the hanging painting.
"Put this painting away for now. Let's go back to the study."
"Ah, yes, slave, I obey."
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Back to the study, there was an ice basin in the study, but the heat was so intense that it was not cool inside the room.
But at this moment, Zhao Ji, the official who hated the heat the most, was at the desk in the room, starting to copy the painting by Gao Zhang.
Even the officials didn't say a word, perhaps because they felt that these ordinary people would not understand the pure and noble ideological realm of the artist.
However, as Yang Jian, who grew up watching the official Zhao Ji, from the time when he was an official, he shed tears in that pavilion, to now, regardless of the sweat on his cheeks, he is still copying conscientiously.
It is enough to prove that the number one scholar, who is resourceful and full of tricks, may have once again deeply impressed the officials with his superb tricks.
Yang Jian silently grinded the ink, turned his head thoughtfully, and saw the two almost indistinguishable "Young Chinese Fu" hanging high in the study.
He turned around again and looked at the serious and almost serious expression of the official Zhao Ji, as well as the careful copying pen.
Yang Jian even had some expectations. He wanted to see if there was any character who was not afraid of death at this time and dared to come out and criticize the number one scholar in Jiangnan.
But thinking about it, the number one scholar who has always been very low-key and high-profile should not have reached the level of Cai Jing or Tong Guan that people hate dogs...
(End of chapter)
