Zhou Zhengnan followed his second uncle to the famous Heming Academy. He found that he was no longer as excited about the place where he was going to study as he was when he was studying at home.
What he was concerned about at the moment was the girl in his hometown thousands of miles away and the matter of Princess Yuzhu.
He knew that as it related to Princess Yuzhu, there would definitely be great turmoil on the country's borders, including the DPRK and China. And it would be difficult for those who were involved with Princess Yuzhu not to be involved in the storm. He didn't know what that girl would do.
To what extent are you involved?
Such worries filled his mind, so much so that when his second uncle took him to sit in Master Fang Wenzheng's study, waiting for the famous teacher to show up, he was still wandering in the sky.
"Um, hum..." Uncle Zhou saw his nephew absent-minded, and a trace of disgust appeared on the face of the boy in Fang Wenzheng's study, so he couldn't help but push him, and then cleared his throat.
Zhou Zhengnan was pushed by his second uncle and suddenly came to his senses. At this time, Fang Wenzheng happened to enter the house from outside.
"Mr. Wen Zheng, I have long admired your name!" Seeing the old man in gray robe coming in from outside, Uncle Zhou quickly stood up respectfully.
Zhou Zhengnan also stood up and looked curiously at the legendary great scholar who was famous all over the world.
But I saw that he was thin, and although his appearance was ordinary, he had a clean temperament and a strong spirit.
"I don't dare accept the order of the minister! Please sit down quickly! I happened to be painting just now, so I have to wait for you!" Fang Wen was facing Uncle Zhou, a second-rank official, but he was neither humble nor overbearing, as if he were meeting an old friend.
"I've heard for a long time that Wen Zhenggong's calligraphy and painting are unique. I wonder if we might be lucky enough to have a look today?" Mr. Tuesday knew that what he was most proud of in his life was his own calligraphy and painting. Therefore, he unknowingly tickled him as he spoke.
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"Where, where, it's just the result of old age, it can't be said to be a unique word! If we talk about unique words, we should recommend the Kuangcao of our predecessor Zhang Xu and the Lanting Preface by Wang Youjun!" When talking about calligraphy and painting, Fang Wenzheng was full of enthusiasm.
They all seemed to be illuminated, with smiles on their faces.
"Hey, I was lucky enough to see your picture of snowy plum blossoms at the residence of Chen Youshi. The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. The artistic conception and the power of the writing are already fascinating! It can be called a masterpiece.
!” Master Tuesday mentioned Fang Wenzheng’s proud work, and he actually laughed heartily.
"Hahaha, that, I'm ashamed to say, was because I got drunk occasionally and lost to my brother-in-law. It was a graffiti made while drunk." Although he said it casually, he couldn't hide the proud look on his face.
What he gave to Chen Jing, the right servant, was the painting he had made that day after drinking. The painting was elegant and lively, and was one of his rare proud works.
The atmosphere in the room became lively due to this conversation.
Fang Wenzheng's attitude towards Mr. Tuesday has also become much closer.
He glanced at Zhou Zhengnan, who was standing aside and had never made a sound, and took the initiative to mention: "Did Shangshu Ling come here today specifically to talk about poetry and painting with me? It just so happens that I recently got another bad boy.
Shan Ren’s ink paintings, would you like to take a look at Shanren’s ink paintings with me?”
"Oh? Ink paintings by Lan Keshan people? That's great! I'm so lucky to come here today!" Mr. Tuesday's eyes also lit up, as if he had forgotten the business of his trip.
Then, he glanced at Zhou Zhengnan who was following behind him, and said to Fang Wenzheng: "Mr. Wen Zheng, do you mind if I bring my nephew with me? My nephew is lucky today and can broaden his horizons."
Fang Wenzheng understood the meaning of his words and nodded: "It doesn't matter!"
Zhou Zhengnan quickly bowed to him: "Thank you sir!"
Then they followed Fang Wenzheng to his study.
Fang Wenzheng has his own study room in Heming Academy. This kind of treatment is the first in the academy.
Zhou Zhengnan was shocked when he saw Fang Wenzheng's study room, which he had admired for a long time.
The specially made bookshelves are lined up all over the room, and each bookshelf is very tall. The bookshelves are also filled with books, and there are many rare books.
On Fang Wenzheng's painting desk, a chrysanthemum picture with smooth brush and ink has not been put away, and the ink is obviously not dry yet.
Fang Wenzheng stepped forward and asked the boy to put the painting aside. Then he took out a scroll from the side and opened it carefully.
Zhou Zhengnan looked over with Uncle Zhou. After seeing the true appearance of the painting, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Spring Residence in the Mountains!"
Hearing that Zhou Zhengnan drank the name of Pohua in one sip, Fang Wenzheng couldn't help but take a closer look at him.
Then he smiled and nodded: "Yes, this picture is exactly the famous work Spring Residence in the Mountains by Langkeshan people! Your wise nephew can see it at a glance. Could it be that he has seen the original of this picture elsewhere?"
He got this picture by chance, and it can also be said that he went through a lot of troubles.
Apart from calligraphy and painting, he had no other special hobbies in his life. Therefore, many people often gave him paintings and books. But he generally would not accept them. This painting was painted by one of his disciples far away in the northwest.
The Kingdom of Jin saw a collection in the home of a wealthy businessman, and then tried to buy it from him and gave it to him.
Now the Zhou family actually saw this painting at a glance. Wouldn't it surprise him?
Uncle Zhou was also a little puzzled, but he didn't feel too surprised when he thought that his nephew had always been knowledgeable and memorized, and was also involved in calligraphy and painting.
Zhou Zhengnan shook his head and said with some embarrassment: "I have never seen the original, but after hearing about it, I searched around and saw a fake in one of our temples."
Hearing Zhou Zhengnan say that he had seen fakes in the temple, Mr. Fang Wenzheng's face changed strangely, and then nodded: "Yes, Lankeshan people eventually became a monk, maybe his handwriting is not preserved in the temple.
must……"
After he said these words, his expression became a little depressed.
Langkeshan was originally from a wealthy family of poets and calligraphers. He was known as a child prodigy since he was a child, and was particularly good at calligraphy and painting. He was originally unruly and unrestrained in temperament, and was looked down upon by the world. Later, for some unknown reason, he suddenly saw through the world and became a monk and lived in seclusion.
, and called himself a Keshan native.
After he became a Lankeshan native, his attainments in calligraphy and painting became even more exquisite. He also began to be enthusiastically sought after by the world. Often, a painting would cost a fortune, or even ten thousand gold.
But at this time, his paintings were not sold, but were donated to temples or given to people he thought were destined.
Fang Wenzheng was shocked when he heard Zhou Zhengnan say that he had seen this Spring Journey in the Mountains painting in a temple. He intuitively felt that his painting was probably a fake. But when he looked at the painting in front of him, whether it was from
There is no flaw in the writing, the meaning of the brush, or the use of ink, including the final seal signature. Therefore, I still have a faint hope in my heart.
