Chapter 15 Brother, Could You Be The Destined Person in My Dream Qiuyue
Chapter 15: Brother, are you the destined person in my dream (please vote for me and recommend me)
As soon as Miss Shishi's moving song and dance came to an end, Zhao Ji stood up and cheered, and Yang Jian, who was standing behind, also hurriedly echoed.
Shishi, who had a slight sweat on her forehead and cheeks, and whose skin was as beautiful as jade, smiled charmingly, then moved to Zhao Ji, took the wine glass handed by Zhao Ji and drank it down in one gulp.
Only then, amidst Zhao Ji's praise, did he shyly and timidly sit in the same case with Zhao Ji.
He exchanged glances with this beautiful teacher girl who brought disaster to the country and the people, and laughed in a low voice.
Suddenly, they heard a loud noise coming from the lakeside in the distance. Everyone in the boat looked up and saw a sudden rain shower.
Suddenly, the hot summer day was sprinkled with rain and dew, and in an instant, the wind gave off a pleasant and refreshing chill.
Gao Zhang stood in front of the railing in a daze, looking at Bianliang City, the capital of the Song Dynasty, which was shrouded in the heavy rain.
The rows of pavilions and pavilions looked so different in the misty rain, creating a unique charm of Jiangnan.
Master Li and Zhao Ji were already standing on the edge of the railing, looking at the scenery dreamily.
"It's so beautiful. I didn't expect that such a rain would make me feel like I saw the rumored misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River..."
"Brother, can you write a few more words? I want to confirm whether you are the destined person in my dream."
Miss Shishi turned her head and smiled brightly at the official Zhao who couldn't wait to show off her talents to make her happy, and said shyly.
"Why, is there something wrong with my face?"
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A desk was placed in front of the railing, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones displayed on it. Zhao Ji looked at Bianliang, which was still shrouded in rain and fog. After a long time, he confidently splashed out ink.
Thinking of this, the talented and talented Zhao Ji had an idea and showed a confident smile with high spirits.
It's a pity that he is the emperor of the Song Dynasty. If he took Miss Shishi and ran away like this, I don't know how he would be criticized by those ministers.
After taking a look at Zhao Ji, who was concentrating on painting, thinking about his identity and his talent, it really made people jealous to the point of separation.
Yang Jian on the side immediately got angry. What the hell is there a destined person in the dream? Is it good that the official family is a man?
However, with the help of the incense stick, a freehand landscape sketch two feet wide and one foot high was completed in one stroke.
Seeing the beauty's appearance, Zhao Ji really wanted to hold Shishi's hand and take her to Yangzhou on a crane.
Miss Shishi couldn't help but clasp her fingers together and praise her sweetly.
With just one glance, Gao Zhang's eyes suddenly widened and he took a breath of disbelief.
Gao Zhang, a top student majoring in figure painting in the Department of Chinese Painting at the Academy of Fine Arts, stood next to the table and watched Zhao Ji write on Xuan Bai.
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Hearing Zhao Ji's question, Gao Zhang slowly moved his stiff neck and raised his head.
The teacher's girl's praise came to my ears, and the young man Gao Zhang on the side had a cute expression that was so shocked by his talent that he was dumbfounded.
"The official's move really flattered the slave family..."
Someone can write a splash of ink for Miss Shishi and let this feeling and scene fall on Xuan Bai..."
"If you can make a beautiful woman smile, it's worth it." Zhao Guanren's earthy words of love came out as soon as he opened his mouth.
This made Zhao Ji couldn't help but ask in a low voice. "Xiao Gao, what are you doing? Why are you so surprised?"
But if you want to win the favor of a beautiful woman, you can't do nothing?
"The official is so awesome. The hazy mist and rain in this painting perfectly match the scene today..."
Seeing Gao Zhang looking straight at him, Zhao Ji twisted his neck uncomfortably.
With the help of the teacher's girl, Zhao Ji proudly wrote the signature.
Then he stopped writing with satisfaction and heard a very exaggerated inhalation sound.
That's right, it was the talented and talented emperor who created the "beautiful sky and graceful bones" and the thin golden body, the Song Huizong Zhao Ji who caused the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty.
Putting on a shocked and exaggerated expression can express a child's admiration for beauty more vividly than words can.
Although Gao Zhang really wanted to praise this little brother, considering his current age and status.
Originally he called himself the rich gentry Zhao Guanren, and then he was told that he was the king of Yan. In fact, this was to conceal his true identity as the faint lord Zhao Ji.
But facing this sweet-tongued child, he still remained quite patient.
In my mind, it seemed as if there were ten thousand grass horses in a phalanx, their hooves flying across the vast wilderness, and they roared in unison: My grass! My grass! Grass, grass, grass!
Gao Zhang still stood there, admiring the painting with unfinished appreciation, and then his eyes gradually moved and fell on Zhao Ji's inscription.
This made Zhao Ji feel extremely happy, and his wrist strength and brushstrokes became more and more wanton in painting.
The teacher girl on the side also had a pair of eyes full of amazement, and she would praise him from time to time.
"If Shishi wants to see the south of the Yangtze River, Zhao can't take Shishi with him, but that's all.
The shocked expression, body language and eyes were simply too exaggerated.
Zhao Ji subconsciously turned his head and saw Gao Zhang, a young man with red lips and white teeth, whose face was horrified, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
Zhao Ji finally took into consideration that there was an ignorant child Xiao Gao beside him, cleared his throat, and began to inscribe in the blank space of the painting...
Gao Zhang's eyes turned red with envy when he saw it. He was simply a genius in the freehand style of Chinese painting.
The rain has been falling, and the sound of silk and bamboo has not stopped, but at this moment, it makes people feel that the atmosphere in this building boat is very strange.
"Bold, you yellow-tongued brat, An..."
I can see that he writes casually, but also has a vivid charm, the smudge of ink and the eclectic use of brushwork.
Before he finished speaking, he saw the official with a strange expression raising his arm, and Yang Jian could only swallow all the words he said in frustration.
He looked at the confused king who was sizing him up with doubts on his face.
Gao Zhang's brain almost crashed due to the high-speed operation, but at least he made a decision in a few breaths.
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Gao Zhang took a deep breath, his expression changed from shocked to speechless, he began to feel surprised, and his eyes became expectant.
It seems that the mist and rain in the painting blend with the scenery in front of you.
Soon, it was obvious that Zhao Ji had a profound foundation in painting and extraordinary attainments. He was definitely a talented young man in the art of calligraphy and painting.
Those talking water eyes and seductive red lips made Zhao Ji fascinated and his heart was itching unbearably.
The teacher girl on the side looked at Gao Zhang and Zhao Guanren with a confused face, her mind was in a mess, what are you doing here?
When Zhao Ji heard the words "destined person" in his dream, his anus tightened and his scalp was so numb that he almost exploded.
Fortunately, when he saw the innocent white face of Gao Zhang, Zhao Ji let out a breath and asked, "This is still a child, how can he be so immoral?"
If you don't have enough new books, you can read the old book of the same style that I just finished, "The First Family of the Tang Dynasty"