Your majesty is awesome

Chapter 609 This Joy Comes to Art Inspiration (Part [-])
The flattering smile on Gao Zhang's face hardened instantly, and he turned his head slowly.

I saw Yang Jian jumping over in a panic, calling for someone to take down the painting of pavilions and a pear tree, and then hung it in front of the desk.

Gao Zhang was led by Master Zhao Ji, so he had to follow Master's footsteps and wandered to the painting.

Gao Zhang also had to be amazed by this, the master's accomplishments in calligraphy and painting are more than enough to be his master.

It is worthy of being a master of calligraphy and painting who can go down in history, no matter the pavilions, towers and pavilions, or the trees and flowers, they are all so lifelike.

Especially under the eaves of the pavilion, there is a birdcage hanging, which seems to be a parrot.

The windows of the pavilion seem to be covered with gauze or bead curtains, and there is a faint figure of a lady inside, as if looking at the pear tree outside the window.

He saw Gao Zhang standing there, staring at this masterpiece of his painstaking efforts.

Zhao Ji, the official, couldn't help but show off his face, pointing to this masterpiece to show off to his lover.

"This is two days before becoming a teacher. Because of the government affairs, I was walking in the palace. I happened to arrive at the Concubine Wei Xian of the Longde Palace. I saw this scene at dusk, and my inspiration was like a spring..."

Gao Zhang listened to the master proudly showing that he was just outside the attic. He started painting at dawn and continued to fight at night with candles until the moon was rising.

It wasn't until the climax of the moon that the framework of this masterpiece was finalized.

Afterwards, I went back to the imperial study and continued to breathe until it was near noon the next day before I finished this masterpiece.

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank you, Xiao Gao, for the teacher. The whale oil lamp you provided for the teacher is indeed brighter than other lamp oils."

"Otherwise, it would be difficult for a teacher to draw such perfect masterpieces day and night..."

Gao Zhang turned around silently, bowed to the master, and really stepped on the horse to serve. Master, you really should be an artist, you should be engaged in art, not an emperor.

If you act as an agent of government affairs, you can have half as much effort as you do in art, so why is Song Dynasty here?
I don't know what kind of mood that Concubine Wei Xian of Longde Palace is in.Presumably, Concubine Wei Xian, who originally thought that the officials were here to share the rain and dew, must have a black line on her face.

Cursing in my heart, I watched the officials splashing ink and making art in that wild field.

Originally, I thought that the officials would come here excitedly to show off their exquisite paintings after lighting up the lights in the wild and fighting the waves at night.

It turned out that this official who had already been possessed by painting would abandon Wenxiang nephrite like a bag, twist his buttocks, and go straight back to the imperial study room to continue splashing ink.

Presumably, Concubine Wei Xian of Longde Palace must have been in a bad mood that night, and she didn't know that she was crying out of her delicate makeup, and she was still there viciously cursing and piercing the little paper figurine.

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As a very empathetic and sympathetic Gao Zhang, he insisted on analyzing the mental journey of that Concubine Wei Xian of Longde Palace quite accurately in a short period of time.

It's a pity that Gao Zhang didn't have the guts to ask Concubine Wei Xian whether her analysis was accurate or not.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that the master had already picked up the pen at this moment, standing in front of the painstaking masterpiece that he had left behind even the beautiful concubine.

He was shaking his head, as if he was thinking about it, and in a short while, Gao Zhang saw Master Zhao Ji writing on the rice paper.

His rather beautiful handwriting appeared in sight.

"In the shade of the building, the wind is warm, and the sound of the strings is long and the sun is long..."

Gao Zhang looked at the beautiful handwriting, then looked back at the painting, and had to admit that the writing was quite appropriate for the occasion.

As expected of a talented son of heaven who will go down in history, what would he do to be an emperor with this ability?It's better to continue to engage in art happily.

At this moment, master Zhao Ji's full attention is on the painting, and when he glanced at the two lines of poems he had written, he still couldn't get enough of his thoughts.

But I also feel that the inspiration seems to be a bit blocked. At this time, I need a little fresh stimulation...

Zhao Ji raised his hand towards Yang Jian, just about to ask him to call a girl, ah no... just about to ask him to invite a concubine over.

Give yourself a little fresh stimulation, and continue the second half of the inspiration.

But when he turned his head, he saw his beloved disciple Xiao Gao standing in front of him, um...

As a master, one needs to have the majesty and example of a master. Zhao Ji changed the words he was about to blurt just in time.

"Yang Jian, go and invite me...a pot of wine, something stronger."

Alcohol needs to be treated, when did the officials become so polite?

Although Yang Jian was a little confused, he still hurried towards the layman.

After a short time, a pot of wine was placed in front of the official Zhao Ji.

Gao Zhang hurriedly stepped forward to lift the jug, filled it for his master Zhao Ji, got a cup in his hand, and then drained it.

Seeing the empty cups in front of him, Gao Zhang continued, drinking five cups in a hurry.

Master Zhao Ji burped in satisfaction, squinted his eyes, pointed at the painting with the brush in his hand, and uttered the last two sentences without hesitation.

"...From what I heard from Jiaoying, don't teach bees and butterflies to lose their fragrance."

After listening to the last two sentences, Gao Zhang recited the whole poem shaking his head, and couldn't help clapping his hands in praise.

"...Master is a great talent, and he is worthy of being the pinnacle leader in the poetry, calligraphy and painting circles of the Song Dynasty."

"This seven-character quatrain complements this painting perfectly, and the artistic conception blends into one. It is really a rare masterpiece in the world..."

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Listening to his lover's accurate and unique comments, the official Zhao Ji couldn't help feeling complacent, and swirled a few more glasses of spirits.

The main reason is that there is no beer in this era, and the flagon has two mouths that are not suitable for swirling.

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, let me record this seven-character quatrain in the painting for my teacher."

"Ah, this..."

"What is this, my teacher asked you to record it, so you record it."

What Gao Zhang could say, he could only obediently bowed his head to accept his orders, raised his pen, and asked the eunuch to put the painting in front of him, which would definitely become a national treasure if it was handed down to future generations.

Only then did he concentrate and use his most proficient and seasoned skinny body to transcribe the song "The Picture of Pear Blossoms" just now in the blank space of this painting.

"Keep writing, it's you who transcribed it for the teacher."

The official Zhao Ji on the side took another sip of wine happily, pointed at the painting and urged.

In that case, I'm so polite, Gao Zhang wrote like flying, and completed the payment.

First, the year, month, day, and then disciple Gao Zhang transcribed the seven-character quatrains of the master...

Then Gao Zhang, who never stopped doing anything, took out the seal that his master had given him, and stamped it on it.

Seeing Gao Zhang's thin golden body almost identical to his own, and the seal carved by himself, the officials couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Looking at the seven-character quatrains with satisfaction, he looked back at Gao Zhang again.

"Xiao Gao, you also congratulate the teacher with a poem, and the teacher will transcribe it for you."

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(End of this chapter)