In Kaifeng Prefecture in December, the winter is pleasant.

Although the temperature is very low, because there is no wind or humidity, you can feel a little warmth when the sun shines on your body.

Today, the Song Empire is in its best era. Not only has it achieved unprecedented victory in the war against the Western Xia, but the country is also considered a good weather. Kaifeng Prefecture, the most dominant place in the empire, is also immersed in a prosperous and prosperous area.

Perhaps influenced by the idea of ​​emphasizing culture over military affairs that has been highly praised since the founding of the Song Dynasty, now the hottest topics people talk about in the streets and alleys of Kaifeng Prefecture, but not the great victory on the Western Front, but a story about the four stories that Li Shishi, Mo Niangzi, Wu Haogu and Zhao Xiaoyi...

Talented men and beautiful women, romantic women, are the favorites of this gentle and prosperous city.

Zhao Ji and Wang Shi were both on the Qingyi Building in Zhen'anfang, listening to Li Shishi sing the song together.

Wang Shi was very low-key during this period because he was the negative textbook of the Song Dynasty’s prince consort!

Soon, the German princess will marry the left guard general Pan Yi. So in order to hit Pan Yi and let him treat the German princess well, the official Zhao Xu caught Wang Si in the court last month and criticized him...

There are still rumors that the government is preparing to demote him to the ends of the world to accompany Su Dongpo!

This really scared the prince-consort to death. Every time he went to court, he was afraid that as soon as the official's family opened, he would go to "Yalong Bay to see the sea".

Zhao Ji was still very friendly enough and did not alienate him because of his bad luck. Not only did he plead for him in front of his brother, but he also asked Wang Fan to go to Zhen'anfang to listen to Li Shishi's singing songs.

After the song was sung, Shishi bowed and left, leaving only Zhao Ji and Wang Feng in the room.

"Mr. Prince Consort, I have pleaded with the official family and will not demote you too far..."

After hearing Zhao Ji's comforting words, Wang Shi's face, which was just a little more beautiful, collapsed.

Still want to be demoted!

I just don't go with Su Dongpo.

Seeing the old prince-consort remain silent, Zhao Ji took out a picture scroll and unfolded it in front of the old prince-consort.

"What do you think about it here?"

The old prince consort glanced at it. The picture was covered with clouds and mist, and it looked quite interesting, but how could he feel like this?

"This is Wu Haogu's "Yuntai Mountain Residence Picture"." Zhao Ji said. "I didn't expect that his landscape paintings also have the style of a great man... Realistic and fine-brushed landscapes are really rare."

"Yuntai Mountain?" Wang Shi remembered Su Dongpo when he heard Yuntai Mountain and said with a sad face, "Oh, Su Dongpo had been to Yuntai Mountain in the past and left a good sentence: The lush Cangwu Sea is up the mountain, and the abbot of Yingtai is invincible... I don't want to be alone today, but I don't know if I can return to the Central Plains in this life?"

Zhao Ji smiled: "Mr. Concubine, how about demoting you to Yuntai Mountain?"

Really depreciated?

Wang Feng frowned and looked like he was about to cry.

Yuntai Mountain is always called a fairyland, and it is definitely better than Yalong Bay, but how can it be compared with Kaifeng Prefecture?

I am already old and have been unsuccessful all my life. I still have to go to Haizhou. It's so unlucky.

After a while, Wang Shi said softly: "Is it a builder of Guan Haizhou?"

The demotion of the Song Dynasty was also divided into grades. The best demotion was to be a prefecture. This was not a treatment that everyone could enjoy. Usually, high-ranking officials at the priest level could leave Beijing to become a prefect when they were out of power. Ordinary officials were demoted to go to remote prefectures and counties to be judges, supervisors, or deputy envoys. A little more miserable is to remove all positions and place them in a certain place. The heaviest punishment is to seize the texts since their origins, and to manage the local area - that is, to deprive the official, and to add a dismissal to the remote surveillance and residence.

"If there is no such seriousness, how could it be the editor?" Zhao Ji shook his head repeatedly, "He is the deputy envoy of the Haizhou Troupe Training Division, and is only placed in this state."

The deputy envoy of the regiment training sounds quite a big deal, but in fact it is a false title added to the demoted officials, and "resettlement" means surveillance and residence.

Wang Shi sighed and said, "This is not light... It's the same as the one after Su Dongpo's Wutai poem case in the past. If you demote it, you will go to the ends of the world."

"I won't be demoted again," Zhao Ji comforted Wang Shu, "The official said that I will stop in Haizhou. You can live there with peace of mind. You will be back in two years."

"That's all we have to do..."

Wang Shi had no choice but to let him be unlucky? After marrying the princess, he met the princess and died early? In fact, the princess' death had nothing to do with him... Although there were many women around him, the eldest princess of Shu was not too jealous and was still very loving to him.

Moreover, before the princess was seriously ill, Wang Shi had already been demoted to another place because she was implicated by Su Dongpo's "Wutai Poetry Case". How could the princess of Shu be angry with a son-in-law who could not see him? It was almost the same because she could not see the son-in-law and fell in love with her! Before she died, she asked Empress Dowager Gao to let Wang Shi go home. How could she be angry to death by Wang Shi?

However, Emperor Shenzong took his anger at Wang Shuo, and soon demoted him to Junzhou. It was not until the first year of Yuanyou that Empress Dowager Gao, who knew the truth, was recalled to re-elected.

However, as soon as Empress Dowager Gao died, Emperor Zhezong disliked him again...

"The prince consort, Xiao Yi, Wu Dalang and Mi Xiao Yi are here."

Li Shishi's voice came in from outside the door.

"Wu Dalang?" Zhao Ji was stunned, "Are you here to find me? He should know that I have been in Zhen'anfang these days." He smiled at Wang's prince consort, "Mr. Wu Dalang didn't know that Zhao Xiaoyi was Duan Zhao Ji, so he had to come to Zhen'anfang to find me."

Will you know? Wang Shu thought: Half of Kaifeng Mansion is almost there, Wu Haogu is smart alone? Will you know? He is just playing with you... This thought is quite profound, and he may be able to achieve a career in the future.

Unfortunately, this person does not have much skill in Confucianism, so he will never be able to become a great person after all!

But he didn't order his clothes, but just stood up and bowed: "I want to go back to pack my luggage and be ready to live in Haizhou, so I will say goodbye first."

Zhao Ji nodded with a smile, "Safe, there will be no sadness."

Then he said to Li Shishi outside the door: "Senior Sister Shi, please send the prince consort away from the back door."

"I understand." Li Shishi responded, then opened the door, took the prince-consor Wang Shi to the back door, and asked him to leave quietly, and then went to personally invite Wu Haogu and Mi Youren upstairs.

"Brother Xiao Yi, you are here too."

As soon as Wu Haogu entered the door, he saw Zhao Ji wearing a moon-white robe with plum blossoms stuck in his ears and smiled at him. He hurried forward and bowed, "I mentioned you to Mi Xiaoyi just now."

"Is that true?" Zhao Ji said with a smile, "What's the matter with me?"

"Brother Xiaoyi, you can take a look at this first." Mi Youren handed the drawing board he was carrying to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji took it and saw a piece of rice paper on it. On it, he drew a lifelike beauty with black and gray lines on it. It was Mo Niangzi.

"Is this... a carbon strip painting?" Zhao Ji reached out and touched it gently, then looked at his fingers, "Isn't a carbon strip?"

"It's a pencil." Wuhao Ancient Road.

"pencil?"

"It's the lead." Mi Youren took out a simple pencil from his pencil bag and handed it over, "My master asked the pencil to make such a pencil. This is the treasure that I have learned to draw!"

"Is this the treasure that I learned to draw?"

Zhao Ji took the pencil and looked at it again and again, but he didn't look like a baby.

Mi Youren explained: "This object, combined with the sketching method created by his master, can speed up the practice of painting a hundred times! It only takes half a quarter of an hour to draw a personal image, and it doesn't take much time to paint dozens of papers a day."

Painting also requires practice to make perfect. Ancient Chinese painters learned paintings nearly "3,000 papers", that is, three thousand pictures are painted, and the skills are naturally good. Wu Haogu's current painting skills are based on high-intensity training of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands (he can't remember the specific amount).

This kind of high-intensity painting training cannot be oil paintings or Chinese paintings, but can only be pencils and carbon strips sketches. Pencils are easier to use and carry than carbon strips, and can be drawn wherever they go.

With Zhao Ji's financial resources, he naturally would not be unable to afford paper. With pencils and sketches, his efficiency in practicing painting will be greatly improved.

After hearing Mi Youren's words, Zhao Ji finally understood why Wu Haohao's painting skills were so clever!

It must have been the one who taught him "pencil" and "what can I write quickly". Now Wu Haogu has passed on this special skill to himself again. He is really a friend...

"I see!"

Zhao Xiaoyi finally understood Wu Dalang's "good intentions". He bowed to Wu Haoguyi and smiled, "Dalang, thank you... With this pencil and quick painting method, my painting skills will be improved by leaps and bounds.

From now on, we will be friends!"

When Mi Youren heard this, his expression changed.

This... King Duan never told anyone! He is a king, and the king is a lonely man and has no friends! As far as Mi Youren knows, Zhao Ji just regards Wang Shi as a friend.

Now, Wu Haogu is also Zhao Ji's friend.

"Okay! We are friends now." Wu Haogu laughed, "Today I will draw a few sketches for Miss Li first, and then we will go to the pork yard for wine?"

"Roasted Pig Garden?" Zhao Ji laughed, "Is it the roasted Pig Garden opened by monks from Daxiangguo Temple?"

"Yes," Wu Hao Gudao, "Lin Zheng, the apprentice of Huiming, the monk in Shaozhuyuan, is my friend, so I often go there for wine."

"Monkey Linzheng?" Zhao Ji asked, "Can he cook pigs?"

Wu Haogu smiled and said, "He has gone to Japan to be a foreign monk."

"Japan is a foreign monk?" Zhao Ji thought it was fun when he heard it, "What's going on?"

Wu Haogu smiled, "Let's wait until I wrote the truth to Mrs. Li, let's talk about it on the way to the Zhuyuan... It's very soon, it's only a quarter of an hour."

"Four quarter of an hour?" Zhao Ji suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Dalang, I heard that you even wrote dictation in the palace? Is this really the case?"

"Yes," Wu Hao Gudao, "It's all practice that makes perfect."

"Practice makes perfect?" Zhao Ji nodded and waved at Li Shishi, "Sister Shi, let Dalang draw a few pictures, and let me open my eyes."
Chapter completed!