Your majesty is awesome

Chapter 412 A tear full of the artist emperor's sincere emotion (Explosion [-])

The content of such a letter directly confused the official Zhao Ji.

You miss being a teacher, why should you admire your own paintings, this kid, isn't he too shy?I am your master, a master who is as close as a father and son.

Could it be that you want to ask me for calligraphy, or even my treasures, can the teacher refuse you?

Just when Zhao Ji, the official family, felt that the behavior of his lover was too natural and was unhappy, he heard an exclamation from around him.

Only then did he raise his head from the state of burying his head in the letter, and looked at the painting that had been picked up by the pole.

With just one glance, the official Zhao Ji froze in place instantly. What did he see?
He saw a fairy emperor with hair like a flowing spring and dazzling stars, sitting leaning against the colorful clouds. Behind him, the Qionglou Yuyu of the Heavenly Palace loomed.

Behind her, a peerless goddess clings to the palace lantern and steps on the clouds. Behind her, there are countless goddesses, playing the piano, flute or flute, dancing in the sky, flickering.

There is also a majestic general with luxurious armor and a majestic general. His face is white and beardless, his eyebrows are drawn tightly together, and his face is solemn.

Holding a three-pointed and two-edged knife, he stood loyally by the side of the immortal.

There is also a fine dog, its coat color, its body shape are so elegant, it is lying at the feet of the immortal.

His eyes looked around vigilantly, as if he would jump out at any moment, biting anyone who dared to disrespect the immortal.

And in front of this painting, a figure who only showed his back, but who can be seen at a glance as a handsome young man, is bowing to this fairy with great devotion...

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"This, this is actually a slave..." Yang Jian stared blankly at the majestic general in this painting, never thinking that one day he would become a character in the artist's painting.

The point is that in this painting, I appear stronger and more purely manly, without any sissy air at all.

And it is drawn so vividly that it is completely indistinguishable from myself, like looking at another self in the mirror.

"This is me. It turns out that what he drew was actually me..."

The official Zhao Ji stared straight at the most eye-catching immortal in this painting.

That appearance, that look in the eyes, as well as the demeanor and demeanor, are completely like the self who has become a fairy.

Even a small mole near his temples was painted on the painting.

The most eye-catching goddess behind him, holding a palace lantern, is none other than his favorite woman, Miss Shishi.

And the loyal Yang Jian is portrayed vividly, not to mention the pet dog who is sitting in the gazebo and sticking out his tongue.

After seeing the official Zhao Ji staring at the painting for a long time, Yang Jian suddenly returned to the office.

He picked up the letter, and then stood there looking at the letter, as if his whole body had been frozen and petrified.

This made Yang Jian a little confused, what's wrong with the official family, is there any flaw in this painting that is so perfect in his eyes, which makes the official family unhappy?
Or in that letter, Gao Zhang, the No. [-] Scholar with MAX EQ, said something about low EQ?

Just when Yang Jian was feeling a little uneasy, he saw the official's eye sockets began to turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the eyes began to flicker.

Immediately, Yang Jian couldn't fix his whole body. He stared blankly at this scene, not even daring to take a breath.

After the official Zhao Ji saw the painting of his beloved disciple who blew his heart and blood, he turned his head and looked at the letter written by his beloved disciple Xiaogao. His perception was completely different from before.

It's not that he is a teacher and student, it is clear that this child is too filial and misses being a teacher far away in a foreign land.

Knowing that I can't meet my teacher, I can only put my love on the pen, and put his thoughts and emotions on the paper.

Only then will such a sincere painting appear in front of my eyes, both in composition and brushwork.

Therefore, Xiao Gao hopes that he can write on this painting. In this way, when he misses his teacher, he can not only see his face, but also appreciate his teaching and expectations for him.

What a touching move, this, this is the wonderful tacit understanding of soul communication between artists.

"Master, I understand..."

At this moment, a tear full of the artist emperor's sincere emotion slipped from the eye socket and dripped on the letter paper of the letter. In an instant, a black chrysanthemum bloomed in the letter.

On the side, Yang Jian's eyes were exaggeratedly rounded to the extreme, and he just stared at him in a daze, feeling that his brain was about to shut down.

I can't wait to fly out of the gazebo with a backflip, grab a handful of weeds, jump back with a frontflip, squat here and lie on the grass to calm down.

But at this moment, the official Zhao Ji raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes lightly. After taking several deep breaths, he calmed down the turbulent emotions slowly.

Turning around, he glanced at Yang Jian, who was full of surprise and inexplicable, and the restless eunuchs.

I miss Xiao Gao more and more, the only confidant in this world, who is also my disciple.

Yang Jian saw the official's eyes and glanced at the people in the pavilion with disgust, and then carefully took out the silk handkerchief in 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 this painting away for now, let's go back to the study."

"Ah, yes, the servant obeys."

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Back in the study, there is also an ice basin in the study, but the heat is so intense that the room is not cool.

But at this moment, Zhao Ji, the official who hates the heat the most, is at the desk in the room, starting to copy a pen, and copying Gao Zhang's painting.

Even the officials didn't say a word, maybe they felt that these ordinary people would never understand the pure and lofty ideological realm of the artist.

However, as Yang Jian, who watched the official Zhao Ji grow up, from the time when the official was crying in the pavilion, now he is still conscientiously copying, regardless of his sweaty cheeks.

It is enough to prove that the resourceful and versatile No. [-] Scholar may have used his superb tricks to deeply impress the officials again.

Yang Jian was grinding the ink silently, and when he turned his head thoughtfully, he saw the two almost indistinguishable copies of "Ode to Young China" hanging high in the study.

Turning around again, he looked at the official Zhao Ji's serious expression, and the careful copying of the pen.

Yang Jian even looked forward to it, wanting to see if there is any character who is not afraid of death at this time, and dares to jump out and criticize that person's champion in the south of the Yangtze River.

But thinking about it, the number one scholar who has always been low-key and high-profile, probably hasn't reached the point where people like Cai Jing or Tong Guan hate dogs...

(End of this chapter)