Chapter 609: When I am happy, I get artistic inspiration (second update)
Author: sunny
Chapter 609: When I am happy, I get artistic inspiration (second update)
Gao Zhang's face hardened in a flattering smile, and he slowly turned his head.
Then he saw Yang Jian leaping over, asking someone to bring the painting with pavilions and a pear tree on it, and then hung it in front of the bookcase.
Gao Zhang was led by his master Zhao Ji and had to follow his master's footsteps and wandered to the painting.
Gao Zhang could not help but marvel at the master's accomplishments in the art of calligraphy and painting. Is it even more than enough to be his master?
He is a master of calligraphy and painting who is worthy of being immortalized in history. Whether it is the pavilions or the trees and flowers, they are all so lifelike.
In particular, there was a birdcage hanging on the eaves of the pavilion, and there seemed to be a parrot inside.
The windows of the pavilion seemed to be covered with gauze or pearl curtains, and there was a faint figure of a lady inside, as if she was looking at the pear tree outside the window.
I saw Gao Zhang standing there, looking at the masterpiece of his own hard work with longing eyes.
The official Zhao Ji couldn't help but show color on his face, pointing at the masterpiece and showing it off to his ruthless disciple.
"Two months before I became a teacher, I was walking in the palace because I was depressed about government affairs. I happened to arrive at Concubine Wei Xian of Longde Palace. I saw this scene at dusk, and my inspiration immediately surged..."
Gao Zhang listened to his master proudly showing off that he was outside the attic. He started painting at dawn and continued painting until the moon rose, and continued to hold candles and fight at night.
It wasn't until the moon was at its zenith that the big frame of the masterpiece was completed.
After that, I returned to the royal study room and continued to breathe hard. It was not until near noon the next day that I completed the masterpiece.
"Speaking of which, I am very grateful to my little higher self. The whale oil lamp I provided to you is indeed brighter than other lamp oils."
"Otherwise, it would be difficult for a teacher to work day and night to draw such a perfect masterpiece..."
Gao Zhang turned around silently and bowed to his master, truly serving him. Master, I really should be an artist and engage in art, rather than be an emperor.
If I ask you to take charge of government affairs, you can't put half as much effort into art as I do. Why did the Song Dynasty end up like this?
I don’t know what kind of mood Concubine Wei Xian of Longde Palace felt. Presumably, Concubine Wei Xian, who originally thought that the officials would come to share the rain and dew, must have a dark look on her face.
I was cursing in my heart as I watched the officials splashing ink and doing art in the wild fields.
I originally thought that after spending the night fighting in the wilderness with lights on, the officials would come excitedly to nestle in the red and green, and show off their exquisite paintings.
Unexpectedly, the official who was obsessed with painting actually discarded the warm-scented nephrite jade as if it were a piece of clothing. With a twist of his butt, he went straight back to the royal study to continue splashing ink.
Presumably, Concubine Wei Xian of Longde Palace must have been in a bad mood that night. She didn't know that she was crying and wearing her exquisite makeup, but she was there viciously cursing and pricking the little paper figurine.
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As a very empathetic and compassionate Gao Zhang, he was able to analyze the mental journey of Concubine Wei Xian of Longde Palace quite accurately in a short period of time.
He scolded Gao Zhang for not having the guts to ask Concubine Wei Xian whether his analysis was accurate or not.
Turning his head, he saw that Master Ye had already picked up his pen and was standing in front of the painstaking painting that he had even forgotten about his beautiful concubine.
He was shaking his head, as if he was thinking about it. In a short time, Gao Zhang saw Master Zhao Ji writing on the rice paper.
His rather beautiful handwriting appeared in sight.
"The gentle breeze is warm in the shadow of the balcony, and the auspicious moon is growing in the sound of strings and pipes..."
Gao Zhang looked at the beautiful calligraphy and then looked back at the painting. He had to admit that the writing was quite appropriate for the occasion.
He is worthy of being a talented emperor who will go down in history. With that kind of ability, what would he do if he became an emperor? It would be better to just continue to engage in art happily.
At this moment, Master Zhao Ji's entire mind was focused on the painting. He glanced at the two lines of poems he had already written, and his thoughts were still unfinished.
Do you feel that your inspiration seems to be blocked again? At that time, you need a little fresh stimulation...
Zhao Ji raised his leg towards Yang Jian, and was about to ask him to call a girl, ah no... was about to ask him to invite a ruthless concubine over.
Give yourself some fresh stimulation and keep the rest of your inspiration alive.
Can you turn around and see your ruthless gangster Xiao Gao right in front of you, well...
As a master, you need to have the dignity and example of a master. Zhao Ji promptly changed the words he just blurted out.
"Yang Jian, I'll go and get me... a pot of wine, please make it stronger."
You need to buy wine. When did officials become so polite?
Although Yang Jian was a little confused, he quickly walked towards the outside.
After a short meeting, a jug of wine was placed in front of the official Zhao Ji.
Gao Zhang quickly picked up the jug in front of him and filled it for his master Zhao Ji. He drank a glass to his legs and drained it.
Seeing the empty cups placed in front of him, Gao Zhang continued, drinking five full cups in a hurry.
Master Zhao Ji then let out a satisfied belch, narrowed his eyes, pointed at the painting with the brush in his leg, and immediately chanted the last two sentences.
"...Listen to what the parrots say, don't teach bees and butterflies to ruin the fragrance."
After listening to the last two sentences, Gao Zhang read the entire poem again with his head shaking and couldn't help but clapped his hands in praise.
"...My master is a great talent, and he is worthy of being regarded as the leader of the Song Dynasty poetry, calligraphy and painting world."
"That seven-character quatrain complements the painting perfectly, and the artistic conception blends into one. It is truly a rare masterpiece..."
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Listening to the ruthless disciple's precise and unique comments, official Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel proud, and drank a few more glasses of strong wine.
Lord, there was no beer in that era, and the wine flask had two spouts that were not suitable for spinning.
Seeing Xiao Gao's face full of envy and admiration, Zhao Ji glanced at the masterpiece again and handed the pen directly to Xiao Gao.
"Come, come, come, let me record the seven-character quatrain in the painting for my master."
"Ah, then..."
"That, that, that, if my teacher asks me to record it, I will record it."
Gao Zhang could say nothing, but he could just obey his orders, picked up his pen, and let the eunuch place the painting in front of him. If it were passed down to future generations, it would definitely become a national treasure.
Then he calmed down and used his most sophisticated thin gold style to copy the song "Picture of Pear Blossoms" just now in the red area of the painting.
"Keep writing. I copied it on behalf of my teacher."
The official Zhao Ji on the side took another sip of wine happily, pointed at the painting and urged.
In this case, he was too polite. Gao Zhang's writing was as fast as flying, and the payment was completed.
First, let’s look at the years and months, and then let disciple Gao Zhang copy the Master’s seven-character quatrains...
Then Gao Zhang, who couldn't stop doing anything, took out the seal given to him by his master and stamped it on it.
Seeing Gao Zhang's thin gold body that was almost the same as his own, and the seal carved on his own leg, the officials couldn't help but feel happy.
He looked at the seven-character quatrain with satisfaction, then looked back at Gao Zhang again.
"Xiao Gao, I also wrote a poem to congratulate my teacher, and my teacher came to copy it for me."
