The willows are sprouting young buds, the stamens are beginning to bloom, and the spring is bright. The Cuju courts in Bianliang City are crowded with people.
Today's duel is between the team from Huainan East Road and the team from Kaifeng Prefecture.
Kaifeng Prefecture's Cuju team plays at home and has a huge home field advantage. Every time they touch the ball, they get cheers like a roaring tsunami.
Sitting on a high platform facing north and south, it is the center of the grandstand. It is surrounded by guards with swords and guards, and all the elites of the Imperial City Department are present, because Zhao Ji, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, is among them.
Sure enough, the person sitting on the Taishi chair was today, looking attentively at the field. When he saw some fancy operations, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and applauded, as if he was an ordinary fan.
Sitting next to him is Concubine Liu, who has been quite favored recently. She chats and laughs with Zhao Ji from time to time. The beauty talks and laughs, and the hall is full of spring flowers. It should be extremely pleasing to the eye, but no one except Zhao Ji dares to appreciate it blatantly.
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Afterwards came Liu Qingshui and Yang Lin who came from Zhanguang. Liu Qingshui also stared at the situation on the Cuju court and discussed things with Yang Lin from time to time.
Yang Lin caught a glimpse of Little Concubine Liu, whose head was covered with pearls and emeralds. She was wearing a willow red silk skirt, with two small and beautiful feet intertwined at the bottom of the skirt, slightly revealing a pair of gold leaf phoenix boots. The earlobes occasionally exposed in the black silk stockings were as transparent as red.
, Yang Lin couldn't help secretly swallowing. This grace and grace was no less than that of Li Ning'er, or even better. She was indeed the golden phoenix that flew out of the chicken coop. She was promoted from the bartender's daughter to a noble concubine, and her beauty was naturally astonishing.
In the audience, the Kaifeng team scored two points in a row. Liu Qingshui cheered loudly. Little Concubine Liu turned around and glared at him. Her phoenix eyes were thin and angry, and she seemed to be angry with a smile. She was slightly charming and naive. She was really charming. Yang Lin looked directly at him.
I was stunned.
It made him want to go back home right away and let Yun Niang wear this outfit to satisfy his craving for a little bit.
Liu Qingshui sat down, patted the stunned Yang Lin next to him, and said curiously: "Da Lang, this Cuju is so wonderful, why don't you cheer?"
"Ah?" Yang Lin calmed down secretly, sighed, what a beauty, and then said: "I am from Yangzhou and belong to Huainan East Road. Although I am an official in Bianliang, I am actually from Huainan East Road. How can I do this?
The Kaifeng team cheers.”
"Hey, then you guys on Huainan East Road will be tortured."
Yang Lin laughed and said: "Winning or losing is a common thing in military affairs. Friendship comes first, and competition comes second."
At this time, the Cuju competition was over. Zhao Ji happened to hear these words, turned around and said with a smile: "If Huainan East Road had won, you wouldn't have said that."
Yang Lin stood up and paid homage: "Your Majesty is here today. The Kaifeng team is covered with dragon energy. It is difficult to lose. If we fight on Huainan East Road another day, we may not be defeated."
Little Concubine Liu hid her face and smiled. Zhao Ji smiled and said: "You can speak. You came up with the idea of this Cuju League. I really like it. Tell me what reward you want?"
Yang Lin took out a painting from the table behind him and said: "It is the duty of a minister to share your Majesty's worries. How dare you ask for any reward? My father, on the other hand, has a humble status and has always wanted to be loyal to His Majesty, but has no chance.
This time I went to Beijing to take the exam, and my father asked me to bring him a famous painting. He asked me to go to high school so that I could have the opportunity to present this painting to him, which can be regarded as fulfilling his loyalty to His Majesty."
"Oh?" Zhao Ji was very interested and stepped forward to unfold it himself.
Untying the ties, you can see the painting is a patchwork of white beards, with a few ink-dried old plum trees swaying, and all the stamens on the branches are in bloom, with no buds left. Although the plum blossoms in the painting are sparse, the branches are thin, stiff, and ink-colored.
It's loud and piercing, and there's only a small thatched cottage in the distance, which is quite elegant and elegant.
Zhao Ji is an expert in this art. How could he not know the preciousness of this painting? His eyes lit up and he praised: "What a proud and cold plum! He reached it with ease, and the steep branches were swept away. It took two strokes to realize that it was a first-class painting. Just as I expected." Not bad, this should be the original work of Wu Daozi. Even if others copy it, it is difficult for them to have such meaning."
Yang Lin smiled and said: "Your Majesty has good taste. This painting was painted by Wu Daozi in the Tang Dynasty and was given to his friend Wei Lansheng. It was regarded as a family heirloom in the Wei family. Later it passed into the hands of my father and is now dedicated to Your Majesty."
Zhao Ji immediately called for pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and ordered the number one scholar to compose a poem and inscribe it on the famous painting himself.
Without thinking, Yang Lin waited until Zhao Ji picked up the pen and chanted: "Beside the broken bridge outside the post, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is windy and rainy."
I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will let everyone be jealous. It will fall into pieces and turn into mud and grind into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same."
Zhao Ji's penmanship is agile and fast, and his handwriting is thin and strong, even thin but without losing its flesh. His large characters are particularly graceful and graceful. Yang Lin's speech speed is not slow, and he is also able to do it with ease. Upon closer inspection, he really has the style of a famous master.
"Good paintings! Good words! Good calligraphy!"
After Zhao Ji finished writing, he felt comfortable all over. In addition, he had just watched a hearty Cuju performance and felt that everything about him was beautiful.
Yang Lin struck while the iron was hot and said: "Your Majesty, after I was favored and appointed as a supervisor, the coordinating office found that all the officials were idle and idle, and I was also depriving myself of the emperor's salary. How could I not share the emperor's worries and boldly say a word to your majesty? Granted."
"You can tell me what's going on with Yang Aiqing."
"My general as a supervisor is supposed to be responsible for the construction of His Majesty's Imperial City. But now that I have seen the Bianliang Imperial City, there is no royal garden that can match Your Majesty's talents. Moreover, I once discussed with Taoist masters and found that 'in the northeastern corner of the capital, the land is so good that if If the situation is less high, it should be auspicious to have many men.' In order to spread the branches of the royal family and bring happiness and longevity to your majesty, I deliberately selected stones to build a mountain, searched for rare rocks in the south of the Yangtze River, stacked stones to form a mountain, and built a garden as a tribute to your majesty. A congratulatory gift."
Zhao Ji's interest was suddenly aroused. The more he looked at this young champion, the more he liked him. He simply knew him better than himself.
Throughout his life, Zhao Ji loved three things: calligraphy and painting, strange stones and Taoism.
Now that the three are combined into one, he is not happy about it and wants to start building it right away.
Will this be a waste of too much money and food? This idea briefly appeared in Zhao Ji's mind. Although he had little to do with government affairs, he also knew that the Ministry of Revenue kept saying that there was not enough money.
Yang Lin saw his brows slightly furrowed and had already made a rough guess. He bent down and said, "Your Majesty, when I proposed the establishment of the Cuju League, I once said that this method would not only consume the treasury's money and food, but also make a profit. Now it is beginning to take shape, and sure enough, As I said, now that I have proposed the construction of a royal garden, there is a way to do it without using the treasury money. I just ask your Majesty to delegate this matter to me, and I will live up to your Majesty's expectations."
These words completely dispelled Zhao Ji's last hesitation, and he smiled from the bottom of his heart: "I love you, I have a heart. All the civil and military officials in the dynasty know my heart. I will entrust this matter to Yang Qing, but there is something difficult to handle." If you have something to do, come into the palace and see me. If anyone comes, come and take my badge."
After a while, a chamberlain arrived dragging a jade plate. Zhao Ji took a belt card from it and handed it to Yang Lin. He held his hand and said, "With this card, your beloved can go straight to the palace and report to me face to face. "