The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 63 Was this painting made by you? (Thanks to the digital boss leader award)

His Majesty wants to see me?
Xue Hongjian was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said seriously, "Lead the way."

The Duke's Mansion is huge, and the place where the emperor is received is in the inner courtyard, and all the vertical flower gates along the way are guarded by armored imperial guards, with a majestic appearance.

When Xue Hongjian stepped into the inner courtyard, there was the gurgling sound of running water in his ears, and the howling of tigers and monkeys in an instant, as if he was in the mountains.

He was in a daze for a while before he heard the faint sound of the piano coming from the hall in front of him, and all distracting thoughts in his mind disappeared.

Standing still in place, she straightened her robes, then walked to the front of the hall with small steps, and saw that there were maids holding lamps in the luxuriously furnished hall, and vegetables, melons and fruits were placed on the long table.

One of them was playing the qin with his knees crossed. He was wearing a loose robe and was about thirty years old, but with long silver-white hair floating in the air. He seemed to be the great monk from Molin.

Opposite him is Duke Lu, who is in his fifties with a happy expression.

Between the two of them, sitting cross-legged on the top of the table, was a middle-aged man with a noble demeanor wearing a fine attire.

His black hair is moist and bright, and his eyes are smiling, but he can't hide the majestic demeanor he has cultivated from overlooking the temple. He is the current emperor, Emperor Yuanqing.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Qing was holding the wine bottle in one hand and resting on the table with the other, and patted it gently with the sound of the piano, as if immersed in it.

the end.

After the song stopped, he drank the wine in the glass and said with a big laugh:

"I heard that Mo Lin is very good at 'painting', 'temperament', and 'Go', and even the first two. Mr. Gao is really stingy, and he refuses to show it. Today's song will prove that the rumors are true."

Lu Guogong hurriedly echoed and praised, while Gao Mingjing smiled slightly: "I am better at painting, but in terms of rhythm, it is not satisfactory."

This is Versailles in your bones...

After chatting about business for a while, Lord Lu gave his son a look. Xue Hongjian hurriedly cupped his hands: "I have seen His Majesty, and I have seen Mr. Gao."

Emperor Yuanqing smiled and beckoned him to come closer, Fang admired:

"Sure enough, you are personable, a good-looking talent, and have the appearance of the Duke when you were young. I heard that you have been admitted to the Qin Tianjian to practice?"

Xue Hongjian respectfully said: "Your Majesty praises me, I was lucky enough to be imprisoned, and I will temporarily take the post of Si Chen."

Gao Mingjing smiled and said, "Speaking of which, Qin Tianjian has already started preparations for the Grand Prize of the God City."

...It turned out that it was not His Majesty who wanted to see me, but Mo Lin's great monk who was looking for news... Xue Hongjian's thoughts changed, and he began to think about answering Gao Mingjing's question.

With the Divine Emperor present, he must not lose the reputation of Qin Tianjian, but it is not easy to brag, this speed is difficult to determine.

The two asked and answered for a while, Gao Mingjing suddenly remembered something and asked:

"There is Ji Ping'an, Si Chen who is the same level as you, how is he?"

Gao Mingjing had never met Ji Ping'an, but the last time he was a guest at the Golden Academy, it coincided with the monthly exam, so he wrote down his name.

Impressed.

Xue Hongjian was startled, thought for a while, and answered truthfully: "Brother Ji has entered the Muyuan as a senior disciple, and now he is also enrolled in the special training class."

Gao Mingjing was surprised and said, "He has been practicing for a while."

Xue Hongjian explained in a tactful way.

But even after his words were processed, Ji Ping'an's experience after being imprisoned was still too legendary, and everyone present was stunned and surprised.

"It's interesting." Emperor Yuan Qing commented with a smile.

But after all, he is just a small person, and he lost interest when he heard that he would not represent Qin Tianjian this year.

Gao Mingjing became more and more curious, and was about to ask carefully, but saw the emperor waved his hand: "Since you have entered the Qin Tianjian, you should encourage you to practice, go down."

Xue Hongjian, as if he had been pardoned, borrowed the slope to get off the donkey. When he left the inner hall, he realized that he was covered in cold sweat and his clothes were completely wet. He couldn't help being curious:
"How do the big shots in Mo Lin know about Ji Pingan?"

He didn't understand.

……

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That night, the Emperor Shenhuang drove back to the palace, and Gao Mingjing stayed for one night at the kind invitation of Duke Lu.

The next morning, he bid farewell and left.

The carriage rattled and walked on the spacious streets of Shendu. In the carriage, Gao Mingjing sat on the soft silk cushion, thinking about the news he had recently obtained.

Mo Lin has sent a letter and will arrive in the capital of God in a few days.

And in the next few days, several major sects in the Great Zhou territory will also arrive one after another.

As for Qin Tianjian, his focus is still "Luo Huai Zhu" and the geniuses of the various institutes headed by Wang Xian. As for Ji Pingan... this year will not be a threat, but given his potential, he is also worthy of attention.

"It's just that we don't have the chance to meet each other, and what we hear is in vain." Gao Mingjing said with emotion.

Suddenly, in the dark inkstone on one side of his waist, the solidified ink thawed like ice and rolled like frost and snow.

A strange dark green elf the size of half a palm crawled out, grasping the edge of the inkstone with both hands, raised its small head, and twitched its nostrils to sniff.

"Guru~"

Then, Mo Nu spit out a few bubbles, and suddenly, like a yellow dog who found prey, she rolled up the inkstone and flew towards the car window.

Then with a "Duang", it hit the pane and rolled in mid-air.

"What did you find?" Gao Mingjing raised his eyebrows curiously.

Mo Nu is a unique "tool spirit", which is unique to the Mo Lin inheritance. Its elves are eccentric, endowed with extraordinary talents, and have an astonishing sensitivity to the rhyme of calligraphy and painting.

It looks like this now, only when she finds a calligraphy and painting that she likes.

"Stop the car." Gao Mingjing said, then pressed down the inkstone with one hand, leaned out of the car curtain, and followed the induction to look at a scholar walking slowly with a scroll of drawing paper on the side of the street.

"Young master," Gao Mingjing called out to stop him, and said with a smile, "You have a painting in your hand? Can you lend me a look?"

This request is rather abrupt.

The scholar was obviously stunned for a moment, but he was a discerning person, and he could tell at a glance that the people in the carriage were far from simple. He cupped his hands and said politely:

"Sir, you have to see what you can do."

Speaking of presenting the drawing paper, Gao Mingjing was curious and swept it casually.

Immediately... the eyes of this great cultivator who is famous enough to be famous in the history of painting, can't help but let out a sigh:

"This painting..."

He sat up slightly, carefully looked at this pair of flowers and birds, and praised:
"Miaozai, Miaozai, I don't think there are such characters in the gods. Although the painting skills are a bit poor, the charm is natural. You made this painting?"

The scholar hurriedly waved his hands:
"Don't dare to steal the name. This painting was drawn by a young master, and he gave it to me casually, um... If you are interested, sir, you can go over there. There is a teahouse called 'Dark Fragrance'. That young master painted Many were given to tea drinkers."

"Oh?" Gao Mingjing was shocked and thanked him.

Instead of taking a car, he simply walked in the direction pointed by the scholar.

Along the way, I met two painters holding paintings again, and they both said that they were drinking tea in the teahouse, and it was a gift from a son.

The painting style is quite different, but the meaning is long, which makes Gao Mingjing more curious.

When he finally followed the guidance and stepped into the second floor of the tea house with green vines hanging on the outer wall and elegant decoration inside, he was surprised to find that a group of tea guests were admiring a freshly baked painting, admiring them.

And at the window facing the street in the inner room, beside a bright table, sat a man and a woman.

The girl was wearing a lotus leaf-colored skirt, with a clean face and bulging cheeks, holding a pastry in her hand, immersing herself heartlessly in the world of gourmet food.

Another young man with a calm and peaceful demeanor was sitting at the table, cleaning his brushes carefully.

As if sensing the gaze, the young man turned his head and glanced at him.

Just at this glance, for some reason, the well-known great monk Mo Lin felt an indescribable sense of amazement in his heart, but it was fleeting, like an illusion.

Suppressing the weird emotions in his heart, Gao Mingjing stepped forward with his big sleeves fluttering, and looked down at a tree of winter plums on the table paper, his eyes became brighter and brighter:

"Is this painting made by you?"

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ps: Boss toss another 15 coins!Congratulations to the ally!I wish the big brother does not stick to the pan, and eat leeks without clogging the teeth!
(End of this chapter)