Zhao Ji, an official, had dark circles under his eyes as he admired the paintings in front of him.
I was inspired by the ancient paintings I was looking at yesterday, and I created this bird painting overnight.
A tall and tall wax tree stretches its branches slantingly and is dotted with several blooming plum blossoms.
The most wonderful thing is that there are two Pulsatillas nestling together on the branch. One turns its head to look at the plum blossoms on the branch, and the other shrinks its neck and looks forward slightly, both of which are vivid and expressive.
It took a whole night of work, and it was only then that I finally finished writing.
How could such a masterpiece not be accompanied by poetry? The unfinished official was about to call out...ah no...the last time Xiao Gao was here, he was inspired by wine.
The main reason is that I didn't sleep last night, so I called a concubine. It was exciting, and I was afraid that it would be easy to enter Gujing Wubo's sage time, and I would have some shitty inspiration.
"Yang Jian, go quickly and get me wine. Get a few more pots and ask for strong liquor."
Yang Jian, who was also exhausted, could only agree repeatedly and leave quickly. After a while, someone brought food and wine.
However, the official Zhao Ji, who had been up all night, was not even interested in taking a bite of the delicious food. He directly poured the wine from the pot, raised his neck, and drained it in one gulp.
It instantly felt warm and hot in the abdomen, and the feeling of drunkenness on the head made Zhao Ji, the official, look happy. This was the feeling he wanted.
Unknowingly, one pot was gone, and the official Zhao Ji picked up the second pot and continued to enjoy the flowers and drink. From time to time, he lowered his head and whispered a few words, and shook his head dissatisfied.
Another cup, another brew, and before you know it, most of the second pot is gone.
Yang Jian saw the displeased look from the official and hurriedly jumped out. After a while, he brought in another pot.
Only then did the official Zhao Ji fill a glass for himself with satisfaction and just drank it.
If he looked towards the door of the imperial study room with awareness, he saw a handsome young master from a troubled world, accompanied by a slim beauty.
Walking side by side towards this side, I saw the little girl, her pretty features and eyes full of sweetness.
And the beautiful young man in troubled times, dressed in elegant clothes, walked calmly.
Lowering his eyebrows again, he happened to see the pair of white-headed men.
"I've seen His Highness, and I've seen the Number One Scholar. The official just stayed up all night last night, painting birds there."
Yang Jian stepped forward quickly, saluted Gao Zhang and Zhao Fujin, and reported in a low voice.
Hearing these words, Gao Zhang's face darkened. He was worthy of being a talentless king of the Song Dynasty.
I have only seen him stay up all night to create art, and stay up all night with a young lady, but I have never seen him stay up all night for national government affairs.
Zhao Fujin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but reached out and gently tugged on Gao Zhang's shirt.
"Brother Xiao Gao, let's go in and take a look?"
Gao Zhang nodded, lifted up his front and crossed the threshold, then saluted Zhao Ji who was concentrating on admiring the flowers.
"No need to be polite, Xiao Gao, come here quickly and take a look at this painting. How about it?"
He saw his master nodding and smiling at his daughter, then waving to him frequently.
Gao Zhang could only brace himself and move forward, and saw the painting placed on the table.
I couldn't help but my eyes lit up. I am also an artist. It would be strange if I could appreciate such a good thing that can be called a national treasure.
"How is it?" The official couldn't help but smile when he saw the expressions of his beloved daughter and his beloved disciple.
Zhao Fujin smiled sweetly, and his white onion-like fingers pointed at the things on the painting in praise.
"It's so beautiful. Daddy, you are so awesome. The plum blossoms are hanging on the branches as if they are about to fall off at any time. The two whiteheads are so vivid that they seem to jump out of the paper at any time."
Official Zhao Ji nodded slightly and turned his eyes to Gao Zhang, wanting to hear the comments of his beloved disciple.
Gao Zhang, who had already smelled the aroma of wine as soon as he entered the Imperial Study Room, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then bowed his hands to his master with a sigh on his face.
"The wintersweet blooms beautifully on the branches, and the white-headed tree curls up and cuddles up. The disciples take a quick look at it. Although there is no snow, they already feel cool in their hearts."
As soon as these words came out, official Zhao Ji couldn't bear it any longer and couldn't help but pat Xiao Gao on the shoulder.
"You really know yourself as a teacher, and you can fully understand the painstaking efforts of the teacher in this painting."
Zhao Fujin looked at the painting blankly, then suddenly realized, he looked at this handsome little brother Gao with admiration. His intelligence and talent were beyond ordinary people.
Gao Zhang smiled shyly at his master.
"Master, how can such an excellent work not be accompanied by a good sentence?"
"Disciple observes that Master is drunk and enjoying himself. He must have a masterpiece in his mind."
"Yes, my master has indeed produced a masterpiece..." Zhao Ji nodded in agreement, his eyes squinted and fell back on Xiao Gao.
"Why don't we, master and disciple, use this as a title and each write a poem about it?"
"Ah, this..." Gao Zhang looked directly at the painting, and a five-character quatrain seemed to jump out at any time.
"Why, isn't Xiao Gao unwilling today?"
"Since the master has an order, why should the disciples disobey it?"
Gao Zhang nodded, took a deep breath, and decided that today he would let his master understand what flattery is and the ultimate method of building relationships and increasing intimacy.
"Yang Jian, what are you doing in a daze? Take a case. I will write a poem for this painting together with Xiao Gao."
Yang Jian didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly called in people and moved a case from the side.
Officials Zhao Ji and Gao Zhang each had a case and prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Over there, Yang Jian was studying ink for the officials without hesitation. Here, Gao Zhang was about to copy the ink pad, but a pair of slender green-white hands picked it up first.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Zhao Fujin's green and pretty face, as well as his sweet and intoxicating smile.
"My little sister will grind the ink for you."
Gao Zhang nodded, his eyes fell on the painting, and then he couldn't help but look at the master who was less than one foot away from him.
I happened to see Master Zhao Ji looking over here, and the master and disciple looked at each other and smiled.
Only then, facing the masterpiece in front of me, began to brew.
Gao Zhang's expression was solemn, and his eyes seemed to have been staring at the paintings in front of him seriously, but in fact, out of the corner of his eyes, he had been staring at Master Zhao Ji beside him.
I must not do it too early, and I must not do it too late. I will wait until Master Zhao Ji writes, and then I will do it.
Holding another glass of wine in his hand, Zhao Ji looked at the painting with his head up and down his throat. His heart was filled with high morale. It was naturally a great joy in life to be able to compose poems for a masterpiece with his intimate disciple.
Looking at the Pulsatilla in the painting and the plum blossoms with stamens looming in the painting, Zhao Ji finally had an idea in his mind.
Without hesitation, he lifted the jade cup in his hand, picked up the pen in his hand, and started writing on the rice paper.
"The mountain bird is in a state of carefreeness, and the plum powder is soft..."
(End of chapter)
