Chapter 108 Is The Faint Master Calling Me Out For Politics Or
Chapter 108 Master Hunzun called me out to do politics or art? (Fifth update, please subscribe)
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Chapter 108 Master Hunzun called me out to do politics or art? (Fifth update, please subscribe)
Gao Zhang stared blankly at Master Hunjun who was analyzing Xinyi in front of him. He didn't expect it. He didn't expect it.
Master Hunjun would be so affectionate towards me, which really moved people to the point where they almost burst into tears.
When Gao Zhang thought of this idiom, his eyes immediately turned red, and he bowed his head.
"Master loves his disciples, how can the disciples repay the kindness of the master without being heartbroken..."
Zhao Ji saw all the changes in Gao Zhang's expression, and it warmed his heart to see him act like this.
"Get up quickly, how can I not know you as a master? We masters and disciples don't have to be too formal."
"I have been thinking about it for a long time, and when I was at my wits' end, I happened to see your "Ode to Young China" written by Xiao Gao."
"I thought of you..."
Zhao Ji looked at this child who was a head shorter than himself, his eyes full of expectation.
"After all, that "Wu Bei Ce" was written by you.
Come to think of it, no one knows better than you how to use the methods in your policy to deal with such a serious problem as the failure of military preparation in the Song Dynasty."
"So, I would like to ask you, if you are asked to host it, would you be sure?..."
"???"
Gao Zhang's eyes widened in an exaggerated way, as if he was seeing God holding an incense stick at the corner of his mouth, and a heavy-duty pickup truck controlling destiny.
After pulling out a hundred-meter-long black line, he turned the steering wheel wildly and tried to run it over his face again.
Looking at Master Hunjun with a look of eager anticipation, Gao Zhang couldn't help but wipe his face and carefully choose his words.
"Master, I'm not a disciple, um... Master, isn't your idea a little too bold and radical?"
"Xiao Gao, don't forget, if it hadn't been for your teacher's encouragement, have you ever thought that you could become the provincial champion in this year's imperial examination and the top candidate in the imperial examination?
Is it possible to create such a legend as the young champion since the imperial examination?"
Having said this, Zhao Ji, who was looking far away with his hands behind his back, turned his eyes back to Gao Zhang, and his big hands landed heavily on Gao Zhang's shoulders.
"The moment I learned from you, I already knew that your abilities are limitless."
I, you... this horse-riding person. Gao Zhang, the number one child prodigy of the Song Dynasty and the eldest son of the second grade, felt like thunder was rolling in his heart.
I feel like I have fallen into a trap of quadratic equations and I can't get out no matter how hard I climb.
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"Huh?..." Just when Gao Zhang's mind was in a mess, and he didn't know if he should grab some straw to calm down, he heard a soft sigh from Master Hun Jun.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw Zhao Ji standing in front of him, looking towards a certain place with a strange look on his face.
Then he moved slowly and gently approached the lake.
Following his line of sight, Gao Zhang saw willow leaves blowing gently in the wind. At this moment, an oblique finger stretched out from the top of a dead branch about a foot above the water.
A kingfisher flying from nowhere was standing at the top looking left and right.
From time to time, it would lower its head and look back, combing its stunning green feathers...
The white clouds in the sky are reflected on the mirror-like water surface, creating a beautiful and harmonious picture of nature.
As an art student with a high level of aesthetics, Gao Zhang admired the pictures in front of him and even had the urge to draw them.
Then he saw Zhao Ji, who was standing two steps in front of him, raised his hand and made a gesture towards the back.
Gao Zhang looked confused as Zhao Ji's right hand stretched out his thumb and index finger toward the back, as if making an eight.
Seeing the height of this gesture, which was almost the same as his own height, many cute scenes suddenly flashed through Gao Zhang's mind, and his expression changed drastically.
"Could it be that... he wants me to act cute for him and let me put my chin up to look cute?"
Gao Zhang, who is still a child on the outside but an experienced driver on the inside, is debating whether he should show off such cute killing skills.
Hearing whispers and movements behind him, he turned his head and saw the guard with a knife pulling out something like a folding table from the carriage, stepping forward lightly and placing it in front of the master.
And Yang Jian also carefully placed a purple hair brush at the tiger's mouth where the master was making the eight-character sign.
Then Master Hunjun took the pen and dipped it in the bamboo tube that had been brought to him.
He picked up the pen that was already soaked in ink and began to paint quietly. It seemed that he wanted to record the beautiful picture in front of him.
Looking at Master Hunjun who was concentrating on painting in front of him, Gao Zhang touched his head, which was in a mess of thoughts.
What were you doing before? Were you and the Emperor of the Song Dynasty worrying about the country and the people?
But the scene in front of me now is more like an excellent art master doing outdoor sketching.
Looking at the guards and eunuchs who cooperated very skillfully, I saw the weeping willows, kingfishers, and the vaguely visible mountains and rivers in the distance in Zhao Ji's paintings, which were so vivid that they almost appeared on the page.
Apart from being acclimatized, Gao Zhang truly admired this person when discussing national affairs.
Master Hunzun, whose brain suddenly twitches and his eyes light up, and his attention is directed to a thousand miles away, begins to concentrate on art sketching.
When I think of such a talented and ignorant king, all the demons in the court are dancing around, and they are all sycophants and traitorous officials who flatter and deceive the superiors and subordinates.
It would be unreasonable for the Song Dynasty not to perish. Fortunately, I am a young and strong boy who is still growing.
The eleven-year-old Gao Zhang, standing next to the Hunjun of the Song Dynasty who was splashing ink wantonly, felt sad and worried about the country and the people.
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Until the beautiful kingfisher fluttered its wings and flew away, and the dead branches swayed slowly on the water, making ripples.
But at this moment, there is no bird in front of him, but there is a bird in his heart. The talent of the Song Dynasty is still there, and he continues to create with concentration.
Gao Zhang stood beside him and looked at the bird that was gradually taking shape in the painting of this talented and talented king.
Look at its head, then look at its body, and then look at the layers of feathers on its body. Even though they are not yet colored, you can still feel the agility and beauty of this kingfisher.
After almost two incense sticks, the scenery has already fallen on the white paper on the tip of the pen, and the kingfisher has also appeared on the page.
Only then did Zhao Ji stop writing with satisfaction and look at the painting carefully. This sense of accomplishment was no less than a casual encounter with Miss Shishi.
When he thought of Miss Shishi, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart, and a faint sadness arose.
With a deep sigh, Zhao Ji felt sad as he looked at the lake where there were no kingfishers anymore and only dead branches remained.
I picked up the pen again and put pen to paper again on the corner of this unfinished painting.
"After we were separated, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times..."
Gao Zhang stared blankly at these ten numbers. When he raised his head, he saw Master Hunjun's face full of lovesickness, and his mind went into chaos...
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