Chapter 567 Hurry up, if you don't leave, I'm worried about my bed (2)
Chapter 412 A drop of tears filled with the artist-emperor’s sincere emotions (Update 4)
Author: sunny
Chapter 412 A drop of tears filled with the artist-emperor’s sincere emotions (Update 4)
The content of such a letter immediately confused the official Zhao Ji.
I miss being my teacher and appreciating my paintings. Is that child too shy? Can he be my master, a master who is as close as father and son?
Could it be that if I want to ask for a calligraphy treasure from my master, or even for my master’s collection, is it possible for my master to refuse me?
Just when the official Zhao Ji felt that the ruthless man's behavior was too raw and felt displeased, he heard an exclamation from beside him.
Then he raised his head from immersed in reading the letter and looked at the painting whose karma had been picked up by the pole.
With just one glance, official Zhao Ji was stunned. What did he see?
He saw an immortal emperor with hair like flowing springs and starry eyes, leaning on the colorful clouds and walking sideways. Behind him, the palace of heaven loomed.
Behind her, a goddess of unparalleled grace holds a palace lantern and steps on the clouds. Behind her, there are countless goddesses, playing the piano, flute or flute, dancing gracefully in the sky, flickering and disappearing.
There was a man who was wearing a noble armor and a majestic general. His face was red and beardless, his eyebrows were tightly drawn into the Chinese character "Chuan" and his face was solemn.
Holding a three-pointed two-edged sword on his legs, he stands loyally beside the immortal.
There is a thin dog, its coat color and its body shape are so elegant, and it is lying at the feet of the immortal.
He looked around with vigilant eyes, as if he would pounce out at any moment and bite anyone who dared to disrespect the Immortal Lord.
In front of the painting, a figure with his back exposed, but one glance can tell that he is a handsome young man, who is worshiping the Immortal Lord with great piety...
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"Then, that's not a slave..." Yang Jian stared blankly at the majestic god general in the painting. He never thought that one day he would become the subject of the artist's painting.
The point is that in that painting, I look stronger, more pure and masculine, without the slightest bit of a girly vibe.
And the swimming is so lifelike, completely indistinguishable from myself, just like looking at another self in the mirror.
"That's not me. It turns out that what he painted is actually not mine..."
Official Zhao Ji stared straight at the most eye-catching immortal in the painting.
That look, that look in his eyes, he was very expressive and magnanimous, just like himself who had already been admonished.
Even a small black mole near his temple has been painted on.
The most eye-catching goddess behind him, holding a palace lantern, is his most ruthless woman, the teacher.
The loyal Yang Jian is also vividly depicted, not to mention the ruthless dog Xiao Tian who is walking in the pavilion and sticking out his tongue.
Yang Jian saw the official Zhao Ji looking at the painting blankly for a long time, and then suddenly reached the scene of the case.
I copied the letter, and then stood there looking at it, as if my whole body had become petrified.
That made Yang Jian feel a little confused. What was wrong with the official family? Could it be that there was something wrong with the painting that he thought was so perfect that made the official family unhappy?
Is it true that in that letter, Gao Zhang, the number one scholar with MAX emotional intelligence, said something low on emotional intelligence?
Just when Yang Jian was feeling a little uneasy, he saw Guan Jia's eyes began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his eyes began to flicker.
Immediately, Yang Jian was completely stunned. He stared at that scene blankly, not even daring to take a breath.
After the official Zhao Ji saw the painting of the ruthless villain vomiting his heart and blood, he turned back and looked at the autographed letter from the ruthless villain Xiao Gao. His perception was completely different from before.
So it is not that he is a teacher and student, it is obvious that the child is too filial, because he misses his teacher in a foreign land.
Knowing that I will never be able to meet my teacher, I can express my feelings on the pen and put all my thoughts and emotions on paper.
Only then will a painting that is so sincere, no matter the composition or brushstrokes, appear in front of you.
Therefore, Xiao Gao hoped that he could put pen to paper on that painting. In this way, when he missed his teacher, he could not only see his face, but also appreciate his teachings and expectations.
Isn't that such a touching move? That's the perfect tacit understanding of soul communication between artists.
"Master, I understand..."
At this moment, a tear filled with the sincere emotion of the artist-emperor slipped from his eyes and dripped on the paper of the letter. In an instant, a chrysanthemum bloomed in the letter.
On the side, Yang Jian's eyes were exaggeratedly widened to the extreme, and he looked at it blankly, feeling that his brain was about to shut down.
I wish I could fly out of the pavilion with a backflip, grab a handful of weeds, jump back with a frontflip, and squat there lying on the grass to calm down.
At this moment, the official Zhao Ji raised his leg and wiped the corners of his eyes. After taking several deep breaths, he slowly calmed down the turbulent emotions.
He turned around and glanced at Yang Jian, whose face was full of surprise and confusion, and the restless eunuchs.
I miss Xiao Gao more and more, my only confidant in the world, who is also my disciple.
Yang Jian saw the official's eyes gleaming with disgust as he glanced at the people outside the pavilion, then carefully took out the silk handkerchief from his sleeve and dipped the letter paper.
He carefully put the letter into his arms and took a deep look at the hanging painting.
"Put away the painting for now and go back to the study."
"Ah, no, slave, I obey."
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When I returned to the study, there was an ice basin in the study, but the heat was so intense that it was not cool inside the room.
But at this moment, Zhao Ji, the official who dislikes the most heat, is at the desk in the room, starting to copy pens, and mistakenly started copying the painting by Gao Zhang.
Even if Mr. Fou didn't say a word, he might feel that those ordinary people would never understand the pure and lofty ideological realm of the Hong artist.
But no, as Yang Jian, who grew up watching the official Zhao Ji, he cried sadly outside the pavilion before the official, and now he is still busy copying with sweat on his cheeks.
It is enough to prove that the number one scholar, who is resourceful and has a variety of leg tricks, once again deeply impressed the officials with his superb tricks.
Yang Jian silently grinded the ink, turned his head thoughtfully, and saw the two almost identical copies of "Young Chinese Fu" hanging high in the study.
Yongtuo turned his head and looked at the serious and almost serious expression of the official Zhao Ji, who was very careful in copying his pen.
Yang Jian even had some expectations. He wanted to see if at that time, any character who was afraid of death would dare to come out and criticize the number one scholar in Jiangnan.
Come to think of it, the Number One Scholar, who has always been very low-key and high-profile, is probably not as bad as Cai Jingyong, the kind of person who hates dogs...
