While Zhao Ji was writing furiously on the rice paper, he suddenly heard the whisper of his beloved daughter Zhao Fujin in his ears.
"The mountain bird is in a state of carefreeness, and the plum powder is soft..."
Zhao Ji turned around subconsciously and saw that his beloved daughter was sitting on the right side of Gao Zhang, so far away from him that he could not see what he was writing.
And Yang Jian also turned his head and looked over with shock on his face, and sure enough he saw the same two sentences written by the official.
It wasn't until this moment that Gao Zhang finished writing the word "soft". He turned his head as if sensing something and smiled at his master Zhao Ji.
"Xiao Gao, what are your first two sentences?" Zhao Ji couldn't help raising his voice and asked.
Then Gao Zhang was seen neatly lifting up the rice paper he had just written on.
This time, Yang Jian's eyes widened exaggeratedly as he read word for word and couldn't help but stretch out his trembling fingers.
"The mountain bird is so proud and elegant, and the plum powder is so gentle...Ah, this, officials, look at this..."
Official Zhao Ji felt like a deer was jumping around in his heart at this moment. He lowered his head again and looked at what he had written.
"Master, is there anything wrong?"
Gao Zhang asked his master Zhao Ji with an innocent look on his face.
Zhao Ji looked at the cross on the rice paper, took a deep breath, and tried hard to control his extremely fluctuating emotions.
He showed an approving smile towards Gao Zhang and slowly shook his head.
"No, I just didn't think of it. Let's continue. Let's write it down and compare it. How about that?"
"I obey my master's orders." Gao Zhang nodded vigorously, picked up his pen, and continued to work on the second half.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the master writing something that had been brewing for a long time. Gao Zhang almost accidentally put pen to paper on the rice paper.
At this moment, Zhao Fujin's sparkling eyes were secretly peeking at Gao Zhang's handsome face.
He was as focused as when he was solving problems for his brother before, his eyes were bright and his thin lips were pursed in a nice curve.
The more she looked, the redder her face became, and her eyes became watery and softer. When she saw Gao Zhang adding to his gestures, she looked away in panic.
This move made Gao Zhang glance at her curiously, but soon he fell into the passion of creation again.
In the end, all ten characters of Xia Que fell on Xuan Bai, and Gao Zhang finally stopped writing with a satisfied smile.
At this moment, Gao Zhang just turned around and saw Master Zhao Ji already standing up and walking towards him.
"Master, my disciple has also finished writing."
"Ha, what a coincidence, I have just finished writing it."
"Come on, Yang Jian, let Xiao Gao take a look."
After Yang Jian responded with an extremely weird expression, he copied the masterpiece written by Zhao Ji and faced this way.
Almost immediately, Gao Zhang heard Zhao Fujin's frightened scream.
After taking a closer look at the content, Gao Zhang was so shocked that he lowered his head, glanced at his own masterpiece, rubbed his eyes, and then looked at his master's masterpiece.
Gao Zhang also had a horrified expression on his face and bowed his head directly.
"Master, this disciple definitely did not plagiarize. Please tell me, Master..."
"You kid, you're so startled, why don't you get up quickly."
After Zhao Ji helped Gao Zhang up, he copied the five-character quatrain written by Gao Zhang. The corners of his mouth and eyebrows were filled with unconcealable relief and joy.
"This poem has just emerged in my mind. Where do you want to copy it?"
"Master, you are too..." Gao Zhang walked up to Yang Jian with a face full of shock and picked up the copy of Master's handwriting.
When two five-character quatrains with no difference in calligraphy skills or content are placed together.
Yang Jian and Zhao Fujin still have their mouths open, and they still can't say a word for a long time.
Only the eyes swept back and forth between the two people and the two masterpieces.
"Come on, Xiao Gao, tell me, after looking at this painting, why did you create this five-character quatrain?"
The official's face was frighteningly red at the moment, and his eyes, which had not slept all night, were astonishingly bright at the moment.
After hearing what his master said, Gao Zhang nodded obediently. After clearing his throat, he recounted all the insights he gained from watching this masterpiece.
In the painting, the wintersweet and the orchid stamens under the wintersweet may seem ordinary, but they are an important background of the painting, highlighting the transition between winter and spring at the right time in the painting, a period of time when warmth returns to cold.
In such a relatively harsh natural environment, the flowers, trees and birds still appear contented, comfortable and peaceful.
This made Gao Zhang feel that the master was afraid because he wanted to borrow the painting to teach him. The white-headed bird in this painting is not just a bird, but must also express to the world the master's unswerving loyalty to the art of calligraphy and painting.
And the disciple is the successor of your mantle, and all the poems, calligraphy and paintings are the true inheritance of the master.
In this case, the disciple became shameless and wanted to tell the Master through this poem.
The "painting covenant" is a metaphor for the disciple's unswerving devotion to inheriting the art of poetry, calligraphy and painting from his master.
"Qianqiu" emphasizes the longevity of time, to express that disciples will do their best, give everything, and spread and promote your master's masterpieces and the calligraphy art you created...
Official Zhao Jiye's face was already flushed and he nodded frequently, as if to encourage or praise.
After hearing Gao Zhang explain the "painting agreement" and "Qianqiu" one by one, he couldn't help but burst into laughter. His laughter was so rare and wanton that everyone shut their mouths with interest.
"Xiao Gao, you are indeed a close confidant of the teacher..."
Gao Zhang still looked obedient and submissive, and raised his admiring eyes to look at this master who was eager to talk.
I saw that the master obviously didn't care about his manners at this moment. When he spoke, spittle flew out without even realizing it.
"When I create for my master, it is generally the same as what you are thinking. I also hope that when you and my master and disciple are gray-haired.
Just like today, we can still wave splashing ink and chant to the wind and moon, so that the good story of master and disciple knowing each other and staying together can be passed down through the ages. "
Listening to the words of the master in front of him, Gao Zhang also had red eyes, choked with sobs and bowed to the master.
Zhao Ji, on the other hand, fell down, helped Xiao Gao up, pointed to the painting in front of him, and then waved to Yang Jian.
Gao Zhang knelt on one knee beside his master and poured wine for him.
Zhao Fujin sat obediently on the other side, picked up the food with chopsticks and fed it into his father's mouth, fearing that drinking on an empty stomach would hurt his father.
Looking at this side is his beloved daughter, and on the other side is his beloved disciple. In front of him are the masterpieces and paintings that he and his beloved disciple share.
Zhao Ji, who was already half-drunk, couldn't help but laugh as he took a sip of wine and ate the food that his beloved daughter put in front of his mouth.
"My family has a daughter who has just grown up, hahaha... Xiao Gao, what do you think of my daughter?"
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(End of chapter)
