Chapter 18 The Emperor who dreamed of being a teacher all night long (please vote for me and recommend me)
"Unexpectedly, there can be such a miraculous thing, teaching disciples in a dream, I don't know how many years have passed..."
At this moment, Zhao Ji even had the urge to lie down on the spot, close his eyes and dream.
I really want to see if I will really meet Gao Zhang, that attractive kid.
After thinking about it, Zhao Ji unknowingly stopped in front of the boat pavilion where Miss Shishi was resting.
He called Miss Shishi gently and opened the hatch.
I saw the shy and timid girl Shishi who brought disaster to the country and the people, and a very soft bed...
The fastidious Hunjun Zhao Ji decided to first talk about his talents with the first courtesan of the Song Dynasty, and then wait until the depth of his love, and then do something else, so that he can be interesting.
Zhao Ji sniffed, showed a serious and gentle smile, and moved to the edge of the bed to sit down.
"Don't be nervous, Miss Shishi, Zhao just wants to have a good chat with you now.
You see, this is a jade Xiao that Zhao recently got. See if the quality of the jade is very moist, and if you touch it, does it feel smooth?
Come on, come on, just blow it, and you will know the beauty of this jade flute..."
As we chatted, the conversation unknowingly led to Gao Qiu's only son.
But I never expected that on the second day, the officials would send their confidant, the eunuch Yang Jian, to visit.
"It's a sentence that has been written thousands of times in my heart and written in millions of words. It seems that he really spent countless hours studying with my Immortal Body in a dream before he could become so proficient in this thin golden body..."
"Since Gao Aiqing said that Gao Zhang was seriously ill, did he have any posts about practicing calligraphy after his serious illness?"
After hearing this, the official Zhao Ji suddenly stood up, rubbed his hands with gleaming eyes, and walked slowly back and forth in the palace.
"Or maybe the officials know that we, Zhang'er, are the victims of the conflict?"
Seeing Gao Qiu's appearance, the corners of Yang Jian's lips slightly raised and then quietly closed.
"I don't want the little Mr. Gao to say that he has written thousands of times in his heart and written millions of words in his pen, so there is no need to waste any more paper at home."
"???"
Yang Jian, on the other hand, listened carefully, interjecting a sentence or two from time to time to control the rhythm.
It is enough to see that this child is only of average talent.
All in all, I dare not say that it is unsightly, but it can only be regarded as a typical childlike work.
Yang Jian finally retired and left.
These manuscripts are obviously very poor at first glance, with immature writing techniques, uneven strength, and even blurry or crooked writing.
"Of course my servant asked Gao Taiwei, but Gao Taiwei said that he had never written anything since Gao Zhang recovered from his serious illness."
Zhao Ji, who has been immersed in the art of calligraphy for many years, can recognize it at a glance. It must be written by a child.
What Gao Qiu meant was that his beloved son Gao Zhang was not enlightened until he was eight years old, even though Gao Qiu kept praising his own baby.
Huang sat next to Gao Qiu, looked at her husband's frown, and asked with concern.
"Not yet. I heard from the housekeeper that His Highness King Yan invited this child to go to the lake. I feel very strange. When did we, Zhang'er, meet King Yan?"
After thinking about the instructions given by the officials when they arrived, Yang Jian seemed to casually chat with Gao Qiu.
"Captain Gao took pity on his only son who was recovering from a serious illness. Seeing that his son was unwilling to write, he left it to him."
It seems that the officials felt that there was something wrong with the repeated conflicts between Zhang'er and Cai Laoliu, so they specially sent his brother Yan Wang to find Zhang'er to find out what happened.
When talking about his beloved son, Gao Qiu is naturally happy to show off his smart, well-behaved, sensible and filial only son.
After all, Zhang'er is an honest child who is well-behaved and polite. He can't lie and will definitely tell the truth...
Gao Qiu personally sent the eunuch, a close confidant of the official family, to the door of the mansion, and did not return to the mansion until Yang Jian boarded the carriage.
He also gave him money and silk to reassure him not to ask for a living. It was enough to show that his favor in the hearts of officials has not diminished.
Gao Qiu replied with excitement on his face. He originally thought that after a while, the officials would calm down and call him into the court again.
"Lieutenant Gao also asked Gao Zhang if he didn't want to..."
"The officials used to send people to deliver oral instructions. It was for the sake of harmony between the monarch and his ministers. I also hope that Lieutenant Gao will..."
But before Gao Zhang became seriously ill, it took him two years to memorize a thousand-character essay, and his calligraphy was only able to be written in a regular manner.
Yang Jian also heard the official talking to himself, and even he couldn't help but not believe it.
"It seems that what he said is indeed true..."
"Well, what you said makes sense. That's all. Let's put this matter aside for now. By the way, has Zhang'er come back?"
Yang Jian stood aside and began to state the information he had gathered through circumstantial information.
Just sitting in the mansion, looking at the five hundred pieces of silk given by the official, Gao Qiu always felt that there was something weird about it.
"The official ordered his husband to stay behind closed doors yesterday to reflect on his past mistakes. Today he sent Yang Jian to comfort him and also gave him these kinds of money and silk."
"My husband always feels that there is something fishy here. Could it be that Cai Jing's words and deeds today were wrong and made the officials unhappy?"
"Don't worry, Zhongguan Yang. How can I know what's good and what's wrong? The officials treat me with great kindness..."
"His Royal Highness King Yan?" Gao Qiu, who had been busy playing ball before, didn't know such a thing happened, suddenly realized.
Seeing her husband racking his brains for thought, Huang opened his mouth to comfort him.
There is also a manuscript that Gao Zhang used to practice calligraphy a few days before his serious illness. It is obviously a lot better than the previous handwriting.
Facing the gaze cast by the official Zhao Ji, Yang Jian shook his head with regret.
Nowadays, I can write with proficiency and very good skills. If I didn't practice it in a dream, what else could it be?
All he could think about was Zhao Ji who taught Gao Zhang the Thin Gold Body in his dream, and he dreamed about it all night long.
I'm afraid that Lieutenant Gao doesn't even know that our family can come today because of the credit of his only son Gao Zhang.
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Having returned to the palace, Zhao Ji, who had changed into Taoist robes, was sitting upright.
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"Captain Gao, please get up quickly. The officials have said that Captain Gao deserves this."
On the desk in front of you are the manuscripts that Gao Zhang used to practice calligraphy before he fell seriously ill.
After all, the fonts originally created by the official family were only successful, and they had not yet had time to name them. However, a month ago, Gao Zhang was still a young man who was a beginner in calligraphy.
After getting the information he needed and Gao Zhang's previous calligraphy practice manuscript handed over by Gao Qiu.
However, those handwritings do not have sharp edges, and it is clear that they have not yet mastered the skills of writing and wrist. It can only be said that the handwriting is regular, that's all.
Yang Jian paused, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the officials who were listening attentively.
"My husband has received a reward from the government and will return to the Yamen soon. Why are you still so worried?"
"Husband, if you don't understand, then stop thinking about it. After all, it will be good for the husband if the officials do this."
In the dream, Gao Zhang, that well-behaved and obedient young man, was right in front of him, practicing the Slim Gold Body conscientiously.
As for me, I acted as a teacher, teaching him how to lift the wrist and move the pen, supervising him to practice the thin gold body, until the moment he opened his eyes...
Lying on the bed, the whole person still seemed a little dazed, as if he could still see Gao Zhang splashing ink, and Zhao Ji showed a happy smile.
