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Chapter 616 Compose a poem with Xiao Gao for this painting (second update)

The official Zhao Ji had dark circles under his eyes, admiring the painting in front of him happily.

This is an ancient painting yesterday, and I was inspired to create such a bird painting overnight.

A tall and straight tree with slanting branches, adorned with several blooming plum blossoms.

The most wonderful thing is that there are two pulsatillas snuggling together on the branch, one turns its head to look at the plum blossoms on the branch, and the other shrinks its neck and slightly raises its head to look forward, both of which are vivid and vivid.

It took a whole night of work, and it was not until this time that I stopped writing and finalized the draft.

Such a masterpiece, how can it not be accompanied by poems?The official, who was still full of ideas, was about to call... ah no... When Xiao Gao was here last time, he was inspired by wine.

The main reason is that I didn't sleep last night and called a concubine to come. The excitement is exciting. I'm afraid that it's easy to enter the sage's time without waves in the ancient well, and there is a fart of inspiration.

"Yang Jian, hurry up and get me some wine, a few more jugs, I want strong wine."

Yang Jian, who was also exhausted, could only agree repeatedly, and walked away quickly. After a while, someone brought food and wine.

However, the official Zhao Ji, who hadn't slept all night, didn't even have the interest to taste a mouthful of delicious dishes, so he just lifted the pot and poured wine, raised his neck, and drained it in one gulp.

The instant warmth in the abdomen, the feeling of being drunk on the head, made the official Zhao Ji look happy, this is what he wanted.

Unknowingly, one pot was exhausted, and the official Zhao Ji picked up the second pot, and continued to enjoy the flowers while drinking, chanting a few words in a low voice from time to time, and shaking his head in dissatisfaction.

Another cup, another brew, before you know it, most of the second pot is gone.

Seeing the displeased eyes cast by the officials, Yang Jian hurried out, and after a while, brought another pot.

Only then did the official Zhao Ji fill himself a cup with satisfaction, and just drank it.

If he looked towards the door of the imperial study room consciously, he saw a handsome young master Zhuo Shijia, accompanied by a slender jade man.

Walking side by side towards this side, but seeing that little girl, with pretty eyebrows and eyes, there is no dissatisfaction but sweetness.

And that good young man in troubled times, with elegant clothes, walks leisurely.

Lowering his eyebrows again, he happened to see the pair of pulsatillas.

"I've seen His Highness, I've seen the champion, the official just stayed up all night last night, painting birds there."

Yang Jian walked forward quickly, saluted Gao Zhang and Zhao Fujin, and reported in a low voice.

Hearing this, Gao Zhang's face turned dark, he really deserved to be a talented and stupid king of the Song Dynasty.

I have only seen him stay up all night doing art creation, and staying up all night with young ladies, but I have never seen him stay up for national government affairs.

Zhao Fujin's eyes lit up at the side, and he couldn't help reaching out and gently tugging on Gao Zhang's lapel.

"Brother Gao, let's go in and have a look?"

Gao Zhang nodded, lifted his front skirt and walked straight across the threshold, then saluted Zhao Ji who was concentrating on admiring the flowers.

"Xiao Gao, you don't need to be too polite, come here quickly, how about taking a look at this painting as a teacher?"

Seeing the master nodded and smiled at his daughter, he waved at him frequently.

Gao Zhang could only bite the bullet and move forward, and saw the painting placed on the table.

I can't help but my eyes brighten, I am also an artist, and I can appreciate this kind of good things that are called national treasures.

"How?" The official couldn't help smiling when he saw the expressions of his beloved daughter and his beloved disciple.

Zhao Fujin smiled sweetly, and praised the things on the painting with his white fingers like green onions.

"It's so beautiful, Daddy, you are so powerful. The plum blossom stick seems to fall from the branch at any time, and the two pulsatillas are so alive, as if they will jump off the paper at any time."

The official Zhao Ji nodded slightly, and turned his gaze to Gao Zhang, eager to hear his lover's comments.

Gao Zhang, who had already smelled the aroma of wine after entering the imperial study room, carefully looked at it for a long time, and then bowed his hands to the master with a sigh of relief.

"The wintersweet blooms beautifully on the branches, and the Pulsatilla curls up and snuggles up. My disciples looked at it at a glance, and although they haven't seen snow, they already feel refreshed."

As soon as this remark came out, the official Zhao Ji couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't help but patted Xiao Gao on the shoulder.

"It is true that I am a confidant of my teacher, and I can fully understand the painstaking efforts of this painting for my teacher."

Zhao Fujin looked at the painting in a daze, and suddenly, he looked at this handsome little brother Gao with admiration on his face. This kind of intelligence and talent is beyond the shoulders of ordinary people.

And Gao Zhang shyly smiled at the master.

"Master, such a masterpiece, how can there be no good words to accompany it?"

"Disciple sees master drinking to his heart's content, presumably he already has a masterpiece in his bosom."

"That's right, as a teacher, I have already produced a masterpiece..." Zhao Ji nodded in agreement, and his eyes slanted, and fell back on Xiao Gao.

"Why don't we, master and apprentice, use this as a topic, and each write a poem to match it, how about it?"

"Ah, this..." Gao Zhang looked at the painting with straight eyes, and there was a five-character quatrain that seemed to pop out at any time.

"Why, isn't Xiao Gao unwilling today?"

"Since the master has an order, there is no reason for the disciple not to follow."

Gao Zhang nodded, took a deep breath, and decided that today, he will let Master understand what flattery is and the ultimate means of increasing relationship and intimacy.

"Yang Jian, what are you doing in a daze, take a case, I want to compose poems for this painting together with Xiao Gao."

Yang Jian didn't dare to be negligent, so he quickly summoned people to move a case from the side.

The official Zhao Ji and Na Gaozhang each had a case and prepared pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Over there, Yang Jian was studying ink for the officials without hesitation. Here, Gao Zhang was about to copy the ink, but was picked up first by a pair of slender hands like scallion white.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Zhao Fujin's green and charming face, and that sweet and intoxicating smile.

"Little sister will grind ink for you."

Gao Zhang nodded, his eyes fell on the painting, and he couldn't help but look at the master who was less than a foot away from him.

It happened that Master Zhao Ji was looking towards this side, and the two masters and apprentices looked at each other and smiled.

Only then did he face the excellent work in front of him, and began to brew it.

Gao Zhang had a solemn expression, his eyes seemed to be staring at the painting in front of him seriously, but in fact, from the corner of his eyes, he was always staring at the master Zhao Ji beside him.

I must not be early, and I must not be late. I will wait until Master Zhao Ji starts writing, and then I will do it myself.

With another glass of fine wine in his hand, Zhao Ji looked up at the painting with his head in his throat, and his heart was full of fighting spirit. It is naturally a great joy in life to be able to compose poems for a good work with his confidant and lover at the same time.

Looking at the pulsatilla in the painting, and the plum blossoms whose pistils are hidden in the painting, Zhao Ji finally had a flash of light in his mind.

Immediately, he took down the jade lamp in his hand without hesitation, raised the pen in his hand, and wrote on the rice paper.

"Mountain birds are reserved, plum powder is soft..."

(End of this chapter)