The flattering smile on Gao Zhang's face suddenly hardened and he slowly turned his head.
Then he saw Yang Jian jumping over, asking someone to take down the painting with pavilions and pear blossoms on it, and then hung it in front of the bookcase.
Gao Zhang was led by his master Zhao Ji and had to follow his master's footsteps and wandered to the painting.
Gao Zhang couldn't help but marvel at the master's accomplishments in the art of calligraphy and painting, which was more than enough to be his master.
He is indeed a master of calligraphy and painting who can go down in history. Whether it is the pavilions or the trees and flowers, they are all so lifelike.
Especially under the eaves of the pavilion, there is a birdcage, which seems to be a parrot.
The pavilion windows seemed to be covered with gauze or bead curtains, and there was a faint figure of a lady inside, as if she was looking at the pear tree outside the window.
I saw Gao Zhang standing there, looking at this masterpiece of his own hard work with longing eyes.
Official Zhao Ji couldn't help but look ecstatic, pointing at this masterpiece and showing it off to his beloved disciple.
"Two days before I became a teacher, I was walking in the palace because I was depressed about government affairs. I happened to arrive at Concubine Wei Xian of Longde Palace. I saw this scene at dusk, and my inspiration immediately surged..."
Gao Zhang listened to his master proudly showing off that he was outside the attic. He started painting from dawn until the moon rose, and continued to hold candles and fight at night.
It wasn't until the moon was at its zenith that the big frame of this masterpiece was completed.
After that, he returned to the royal study room and continued to breathe hard. It was not until near noon the next day that he completed this masterpiece.
"Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Xiao Gao. The whale oil lamp you provided for me is indeed brighter than other lamp oils."
"Otherwise, it would be difficult for a teacher to work day and night to draw such a perfect masterpiece..."
Gao Zhang turned around silently and bowed to his master. He was really ready to serve. Master, you really should be an artist and engage in art instead of being an emperor.
If you were acting in government affairs, you would be half as interested in doing art, so why did the Song Dynasty end up like this?
I don’t know how Concubine Wei Xian of Longde Palace feels. Presumably, Concubine Wei Xian, who originally thought that the officials were here to share the rain and dew, must have had a dark look on her face.
I was cursing in my heart as I watched the officials splashing ink and doing art in the wild field.
I originally thought that after spending the night fighting in the wilderness with lights on, the officials would come excitedly to nestle in the red and green, and show off their exquisite paintings.
Unexpectedly, this official who was obsessed with painting actually discarded the warm-scented nephrite jade as if it were a piece of clothing. With a twist of his butt, he went straight back to the imperial study to continue splashing ink.
Presumably Concubine Wei Xian of Longde Palace must have been in a bad mood that night. I don't know if she was crying and wearing her delicate makeup, but she was still there viciously cursing and pricking the little paper figurine.
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As a very empathetic and compassionate Gao Zhang, he managed to analyze the mental journey of Concubine Wei Xian of Longde Palace quite accurately in a short period of time.
It's a pity that Gao Zhang didn't have the courage to ask Concubine Wei Xian whether his analysis was accurate or not.
Turning his head, he saw that Master Ye had already picked up his pen and was standing in front of the painstaking masterpiece that he had even forgotten about his beautiful concubine.
Gao Zhang was shaking his head, as if he was thinking about it. In a short time, Gao Zhang saw Master Zhao Ji writing on the rice paper.
His rather beautiful handwriting appeared in sight.
"The gentle breeze is warm in the shadow of the balcony, and the auspicious sun is growing in the sound of strings and pipes..."
Gao Zhang looked at the beautiful calligraphy, then looked back at the painting, and had to admit that the writing was quite appropriate for the occasion.
He is worthy of being a talented emperor who will go down in history. Why do you want to be an emperor with this kind of ability? It’s better to continue doing art happily.
At this moment, Master Zhao Ji focused all his attention on the painting. He glanced at the two lines of poems he had written, and his thoughts were still unfinished.
But I feel that my inspiration seems to be a bit blocked. At this time, I need some fresh stimulation...
Zhao Ji raised his hand towards Yang Jian, and was about to ask him to call a girl, ah no... was about to ask him to invite a concubine over.
Give yourself some fresh stimulation and continue the second half of your inspiration.
But when he turned around, he saw his beloved disciple Xiao Gao right in front of him, well...
As a master, you need to have the majesty and example of a master. Zhao Ji promptly changed the words he was about to blurt out.
"Yang Jian, go and invite me... a pot of wine, something stronger."
You need to pay for the wine. When did the officials become so polite?
Although Yang Jian was a little confused, he still hurried towards the layman.
After a short meeting, a jug of wine was placed in front of the official Zhao Ji.
Gao Zhang quickly stepped forward and picked up the wine flask, filled it for his master Zhao Ji, and drained it after he had a glass in hand.
Seeing the empty glasses placed in front of him, Gao Zhang continued, drinking five glasses in a hurry.
Master Zhao Ji then burped with satisfaction, narrowed his eyes, pointed at the painting with the brush in his hand, and chanted the last two sentences.
"...From what I heard from the parrot, don't let the bees and butterflies ruin the fragrance."
After listening to the last two sentences, Gao Zhang read the entire poem again with his head shaking and couldn't help but clapped his hands in praise.
"...My master is a great talent, and he is worthy of being the leader of the world of poetry, calligraphy and painting in the Song Dynasty."
"This seven-character quatrain perfectly complements this painting, and the artistic conception blends into one. It is truly a rare masterpiece in the world..."
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Listening to his beloved disciple's precise and unique comments, the official Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel proud, and drank a few more glasses of strong wine.
The main reason is that there was no beer in this era, and the hip flask had two spouts that were not suitable for spinning.
Seeing the envy and admiration on Xiao Gao's face, Zhao Ji glanced at the masterpiece again and handed the pen to Xiao Gao.
"Come, come, come, I will record this seven-character quatrain in the painting for my master."
"Ah, this..."
"Whatever this is, if my teacher asks you to record it, then you can record it."
What could Gao Zhang say? He could only bow his head honestly, picked up his pen, and let the eunuch place the painting in front of him. If it were passed down to future generations, it would definitely become a national treasure.
Then he calmed down and used his most sophisticated thin gold style to copy the song "Picture of Pear Blossoms" just now in the blank space of this painting.
"Keep writing. What I wrote was copied by you on behalf of the teacher."
The official Zhao Ji on the side took another sip of wine happily, pointed at the painting and urged.
In this case, I'm being polite. Gao Zhang wrote quickly and completed the payment.
First, the year, month and day, and then disciple Gao Zhang copied the master's seven-character quatrains...
Then Gao Zhang, who couldn't stop doing anything, took out the seal given to him by his master and stamped it on it.
Seeing Gao Zhang's thin gold body, which was almost the same as his own, and the seal carved by himself, the officials couldn't help but feel happy.
Looking at this seven-character quatrain with satisfaction, he looked back at Gao Zhang again.
"Xiao Gao, you also write a poem to congratulate me, and I will copy it for you."
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(End of chapter)
