Chapter 616 Compose a poem with Xiao Gao for this painting
Chapter 616: Composing a poem for this painting with Xiao Gao (second update)
Author: sunny
Chapter 616: Composing a poem for this painting with Xiao Gao (second update)
Zhao Ji, an official, had dark circles under his eyes and admired the paintings in front of him.
I was inspired by ancient paintings last month and created a painting of birds overnight.
A tall and tall wax tree has slanting branches and is decorated with several blooming plum blossoms.
The most wonderful thing is that there are two red-headed men nestling together on the branch. One turns his head to look at the plum blossoms on the branch, and the other shrinks his neck and slightly raises his head to look forward. Both are vivid and expressive.
It took a whole night of work, and it was only then that I finally finished writing.
How could such a masterpiece not be accompanied by poetry? The official, who was still unfinished, was about to call out...ah no...while Xiao Gao was here, he was inspired by wine.
Lord, I didn't sleep last night, so I asked a concubine to come over. Is it exciting? I'm afraid it's easy to enter the sage time of Gujing Wubo. It's a lot of inspiration.
"Yang Jian, go quickly and get me wine. Get a few more pots and ask for some strong wine."
Yang Jian, who was also exhausted, agreed repeatedly and left quickly. After a while, someone brought him food and wine.
The official Zhao Ji, who had been up all night in Bu Nao, was not even interested in taking a bite of the delicious food. He directly picked up the pot and poured the wine, raised his neck, and drained it in one gulp.
It instantly felt warm and hot in the stomach, and the head was drunk, making Zhao Ji, the official, look happy, and he wanted nothing more than that feeling.
Unknowingly, one pot was gone, and the official Zhao Ji picked up the second pot and continued to enjoy the flowers and drink. From time to time, he lowered his head and whispered a few words, and shook his head dissatisfied.
Another cup, another brew, and before you know it, most of the second pot is gone.
Yang Jian saw the displeased look from the official and hurriedly jumped out. After a while, he brought in another pot.
Only then did the official Zhao Ji fill a glass for himself with satisfaction, and just drank something.
If he looked towards the door of the imperial study room with awareness, he saw a handsome and graceful young master, accompanied by a slim beauty.
Walking side by side towards that side, I saw the little girl, with pretty eyebrows and sweet eyes.
But the beautiful young man in troubled times was dressed in elegant clothes and walked calmly.
No matter how low your eyebrows are, if you happen to see what you see, you will be wrong about the red-headed man.
"I've seen the east of the palace, and I've seen Duke Zhuangyuan. The official just stayed up all night last night, painting birds there."
Yang Jian stepped forward quickly, saluted Gao Zhang and Zhao Fujin, and reported in a low voice.
Hearing these words, Gao Zhang's face darkened. He was truly a man of talent and was worthy of being regarded as a weakling of talent in the Song Dynasty.
I've seen him stay up all night to create art, and sometimes he stayed up all night with his little sister, but I've never seen him stay up all night doing state affairs.
Zhao Fujin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but stretched his legs and gently tugged on Gao Zhang's clothes.
"Brother Xiao Gao, let's go in and have a look?"
Gao Zhang nodded, lifted up his front and crossed the threshold, then saluted Zhao Ji who was concentrating on admiring the flowers.
"No need to be polite, Xiao Gao, come here quickly and take a look at this painting. How about it?"
He saw his master nodding and smiling at his daughter, then waving his legs towards him frequently.
Gao Zhang could then brace himself and move forward, and saw the painting placed on the table.
I can't help but my eyes light up. I am not an artist myself, so I can appreciate such a good thing that can be called a national treasure. It would be strange if I don't light up my eyes.
"How?" The official saw the ruthless girl's ruthless expression and couldn't help but smile.
Zhao Fujin smiled sweetly, and his red onion-like legs and fingers pointed at the things in the painting and praised them.
"It's so beautiful. Daddy, I'm really good. The plum blossoms are hanging on the branches as if they're about to fall off at any time, and the two red-headed weeping flowers are so vivid, as if they're going to pop up on the paper at any time."
Official Zhao Ji nodded slightly and turned his gaze to Gao Zhang, wanting to hear the criticism of that ruthless man.
Gao Zhang, who had already smelled the aroma of wine as soon as he entered the Imperial Study Room, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then bowed his legs in admiration towards his master with a sigh on his face.
"The wintersweet blooms beautifully on the branches, and the red-headed man curls up and cuddles up. The disciples take a look at it. Although there is no snow, they already feel full of coolness."
As soon as he said this, the official Zhao Ji couldn't bear it very much and couldn't help but pat Xiao Gao on the shoulder.
"You really know yourself as a teacher, and you can fully understand the painstaking effort that the teacher put into this painting."
Zhao Fujin stared blankly at the painting, and then he suddenly realized that he looked at the handsome little brother Gao with admiration. His intelligence and talent were truly unmatched by ordinary people.
Gao Zhang smiled shyly at his master.
"Master, how can such an excellent work not be accompanied by a good sentence?"
"Disciple observes that Master is drunk and enjoying himself. He must have a masterpiece in his mind."
"Yes, my teacher has indeed produced a masterpiece..." Zhao Ji nodded in agreement, his eyes squinted and returned to Xiao Gao.
"Why don't we, master and disciple, use this as a title and each write a poem about it?"
"Ah, then..." Gao Zhang looked straight at the painting, and a five-character quatrain seemed to jump out at any time.
"Why, Xiao Gao Mingyue doesn't want to?"
"Since the master has an order, why should the disciples disobey it?"
Gao Zhang nodded, took a deep breath, and decided that Mingyue would let his master Minghong, what is flattery, and the ultimate leg that increases relationship and intimacy.
"Yang Jian, what are you doing in a daze? Take a case and ask Xiao Gao to compose a poem for this painting together."
Yang Jian did not dare to neglect, so he quickly called for help and moved a case from the side.
Officials Zhao Ji and Gao Zhang each took a case and prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Over there, Yang Jian was studying ink for the officials without any hesitation. Over there, Gao Zhang was begging to copy the ink pad, but a pair of slender legs as green as green grabbed him first.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Zhao Fujin's green and pretty face, with his sweet and intoxicating smile.
"My little sister will grind the ink for me."
Gao Zhang nodded, his eyes fell on the painting, and then he couldn't help but look at the master who was less than one foot away from him.
I happened to see Master Zhao Ji looking over there, and the master and disciple looked at each other and smiled.
Then, facing the masterpiece in front of me, I started to prepare it.
Gao Zhang's expression was solemn, and his eyes seemed to be staring at the paintings in front of him seriously all the time. In fact, out of the corner of his eyes, he was always staring at the master Zhao Ji beside him.
You must never make a mistake too early, and you must never make a mistake too late. Wait until Master Zhao Ji writes before you make a move.
Zhao Ji held another glass of wine in his lap and looked up at the painting with his head in his throat. His heart was filled with high morale, but composing poems on a masterpiece with a close friend and a ruthless person at the same time was naturally a great pleasure in life.
Looking at the red-headed man painted here, and the stamens all looming in the plum blossoms painted here, Zhao Ji finally had an idea in his mind.
Without hesitation, Dangdong lifted the jade cup in his leg, picked up the pen in his leg, and started writing on the rice paper.
"The mountain bird is in a state of carefreeness, and the plum powder is soft..."
