Master Li sighed, a person with such a talent, if he specializes in calligraphy and painting, will surely become a legend in the world of calligraphy and painting. However, he became the emperor by magic, sitting on that high position, but it was extremely unsuitable for him.

I don't know if he is enjoying the dignity of the emperor now, or squandering his own talents.

Master Li muttered: "Your Majesty's calligraphy and painting are beautiful and elegant, comfortable and free, full of wealth and nobility. With the pen is very flexible, stretching freely, full of peaceful atmosphere. The body is detailed, detailed and realistic, lifelike, and amazing, and it cannot be described with ghostly workmanship. ”

Huizong seemed to feel the admiration and love for him in the praise of his teacher. At this time, he was inflated by tenderness like a balloon, and couldn't help but step forward to hold the teacher's soft treachery, looking at her sluggishly, the corners of his mouth trembled, as if he had a thousand words to confide, but he was speechless. Scatter all infatuation into the hot eyes, and freeze on the teacher's face, like a person in a painting.

Master Li's face was slightly red, she frowned slightly, gently withdrew her jade hand, and said with a soft smile: "Zhao Gongzi, isn't he sleepwalking?" Wake up! ”

Zhao Ji still couldn't stop the excitement in his heart, he held Master Li's soft hand again, spoke incoherently, and said stupidly: "Master, I have many authentic works of today's saints, if you like me, I will give you them all." I love you so much! I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I will never give up! ”

After speaking, he stretched out a hand to caress the teacher's face.

Master Li retreated slightly, avoiding Zhao Ji, and then his face returned to his original indifference, and said angrily: "I don't know that Zhao Gongzi is such a light disciple of Meng Lang!" If Zhao Gongzi uses these calligraphy and paintings as a basis to forcibly defile the innocence of the slave family, I am willing to return it to Gongzi as it is! ”

After speaking, she rolled up the calligraphy and paintings, and sighed faintly: "People's hearts are not ancient, and it is difficult to know people and faces!" Childe, please have fun by yourself, the slave family is a little uncomfortable, so retire first! ”

After speaking, there were tears in his eyes, and he was slightly blessed.

Zhao Ji was willing to let the goddess in his heart leave, leaving infinite thoughts alone. He was busy in front of Master Li, at a loss, like a child who had done something wrong, bowed down with a red face and arched his hand: "It's all Xiaosheng's fault, I hope that the teacher and the girl will understand, and I will definitely not dare to be abrupt in the future!" ”

Master Li saw Zhao Ji apologize in a low voice, how could he have the majesty of the emperor, but like a peasant descendant who annoyed his daughter-in-law. She couldn't help but smile and said: "In this way, please invite the son to take a seat, and the slave family will present the dance "Peacock Flying Southeast" for the son!" ”

Jia Yi, who was intoxicated with beautiful singing and dancing, was also submerged by the waves of lovesickness, and the gaps in his mind were all filled by the shadow of Master Li, so full that even a speck of dust was excluded.

Every time I walked out of the big music square, the loss came one after another, and the blood seemed to be blocked, squeezing the heart as if it was about to explode.

He was lost, living like a year, forgetting to eat during the day, sleeping at dusk, not painful or itchy but full of cold and heat, full of joy and sorrow for no reason, seven souls are long, three souls are swinging, like a ghost out of the body, floating to the master to tell his heart.

Jia Yi, who has been to Dale Fang many times, no longer has the same kind of anger as before, and his majestic body is wrapped in more tenderness, and his face is full of gentleness. Master Li is like a bodhisattva who saves suffering, and he quietly ignites Jia Yi and turns him into a humble gentleman.

Today, Jia Yi is enjoying Master Li's singing and dancing again.

The beauties sit opposite each other, the wonderful sound is around, and the graceful sound of the piano is like a lover's whisper, teasing Jia Yi's heart like a wave, like a tide, like a galloping horse, up and down, fluctuating.

He was full of excitement but sat on pins and needles, and he didn't know how to tell his teacher about the love in his heart.

Ay!

In this era of civil dignity and martial humility, how can a military general in the capital win the hearts of beautiful women?

Originally, widowhood and coldness occupied the position in his heart, but now he is ashamed to occupy the commanding heights, and whether he should express the feelings in his heart to her has become his first choice.

He wanted to hide this feeling silently in his heart, let the wind and rain blow it, and never say it. Or he walks away quietly, away from this glorious world, cutting off this ecstasy and torturous relationship, returning all the warmth to the memory, to taste the faint taste that remains in the memory, sweet and sour.

Love is like a tide, the more it is blocked, the more it floods. Feelings are like the white lady used in the sea water of the Golden Mountain, the higher the embankment, the more surging the water. Book bar

Jia Yi felt as if he was standing on this embankment, watching the raging waves roar violently. At this time, the monstrous waves are like boiling water, constantly gathering the anger in the heart into strength, trying to break away the obstacles that stand in their way. Unrelenting, unyielding, unreachable, and vowing not to look back.

The repression instead catalyzed Jia Yi's arrogance, after all, he was a military general who was in charge of the army, and the unyielding personality of daring to act, perseverance, and daring to face difficulties ignited the dead love in his heart.

A sentence suddenly rose in his heart: "Lao Tzu licked the blood on the tip of the knife, danced in the flames, how could he have been so cowardly on the battlefield of blood and fire!" Hesitating is not my Jia Yi's consistent practice, since I love it, I boldly pursue it, the worldly bullshit and the eyes of the world have nothing to do with me! I only know that I have cultivated feelings for my teacher in my heart, and now I have experienced taking root, sprouting, and growing into a towering tree. Instead of uprooting this tree yourself, making your heart blur and flesh and blood, and at the same time feeling the endless heartbreak, it is better to dedicate your sincere emotions in front of the beauty! That's it, fight, Lao Tzu simply looks like a man, stretches out his head and shrinks his head! Even if you don't succeed, you can't empty your regrets in your heart and let lovesickness become a disaster! ”

Jia Yi's resolute face relaxed slightly, and he silently watched Master Li dancing, quietly waiting for the moment when the show ended. Perhaps, what awaits him for a moment will be contempt and ridicule, disdain and rebuke, but none of these can dampen the determination that he has already flown up.

Jia Yi sighed secretly, it was ice that condensed himself in it, making a crystal clear amber, leaving purity in the world. It is the fire that burns itself, refining the residual love in the brain into a pill, and slowly tasting the bitter thoughts.

Come on! My heart waits to meet sorrow!

Jia Yi was lying on the bed, wanting to see if the starry sky was still brilliant tonight, but the ceiling ruthlessly blocked his vision, making him a little helpless in the tossing and turning.

The starry sky is still the same, but Jia Yi is destined to be sleepless tonight.

After confiding in his heart, Jia Yi suddenly found that the embankment of emotion was broken, and the tide of love was completely freed from the shackles, and they all vented and flowed in all directions.

Suddenly, he felt that his heart was as empty as a valley in the mountains, and his heart was as bored as the hissing of a high willow cicada, and it also dispersed like a mist and light smoke, and only some thoughts remained faintly in the bottom of his heart.

Ay!

The person who moved away from the stone that weighed on his heart turned out to be himself.

Jia Yi recalled the scene in Dale Fang today, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Originally, he thought that after the magnificent confession, he would definitely usher in a stormy fall, and he would be blown apart by the ruthless wind and frost, but the result was calm, and the silence surprised him, making him feel that he had not woken up from a dream.

At this time, Master Li's figure flickered in his mind again, her expressions, movements, and words were vivid, and her thoughts returned to that moment.

After listening to Jia Yi's passionate confession, Master Li seemed to turn a deaf ear, his indifferent expression did not change in the slightest, he got up gently, and moved in front of him like a glacier in plain clothes, without saying a word.

At this time, the silent atmosphere seemed even more awkward, and Jia Yi felt that his heart could not bear the load and was about to explode. He felt his mouth dry, his head dizzy, his body weak, his brain as if it had hibernated, empty, without the slightest thought.

In the middle of the sound, Master Li smiled and said: "General Jia Yi is drunk and laughing, how can the slave family be compared with the general of the forbidden army." It's like the difference between heaven and earth, the general casually said, wouldn't he be ashamed of the slave family! Moreover, the slave family only wants to meet the world's scholars here, and improve their piano, chess, calligraphy and painting to the realm, so they have no intention of being a slave or a concubine, please choose another virtuous general! ”

Jia Yi touched his head and said slowly: "Could it be that the master girl would rather be here for the rest of her life, rather than hold hands with Jia?" ”

Master Li was thoughtful, she looked out the window, and said softly: "All fate is destined by God, I am waiting for my destined person, he is a hero of the world." I believe that on a day when everyone will see me, he will wear gold armor and ride colorful auspicious clouds to marry me! ”

She had an inexplicable smile on her face, her language was mixed with sweet dreams, and there were tears in her eyes, as if there was infinite resentment and infinite expectation.

Heroes of the world?

How can I, Jia Yi, be called a hero? Jia Yi seemed to understand Master Li's heart, he silently walked out of the big music square, but swore in his heart that he would say goodbye to the bright lights in the future, approach the heroes of the world, and wait until that day to see if the person he likes is still the same.