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"Don't close your door at night, don't leave the road behind, that's a good point."

Zhao Tuo stroked his gray beard with a smile on his face, and was very satisfied with Ji Xuanling's statement.

"I heard that the King of Qin is in Liulin City, and the elite of the Qin army is going south and invading Jingxiang at any time, I don't know if there is such a thing?" Zhao Tuo asked.

Hearing this, Ji Xuanling chuckled in his heart, at this time, his identity was ordinary, and Zhao Tuo asked what his intentions were in this matter.

After a pause, he said: "Lord, the King of Qin eliminated Yuan Ci, because Yuan Ci invaded the Qin State one after another in the past, and since the Qin State is strong, it is natural to eliminate the potential threat." Between the Qin State and the prince, it seems that there is no-for-tat contradiction between the two sides, except for the fact that the prince sent reinforcements to assist Yuan Ci, and now he has successively mobilized large armies to be stationed on the border between the two places. A certain person has not entered and left the court, does not understand government affairs, does not know whether the king of Qin is marching south, and does not know what the prince is afraid of? ”

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Tuo raised his head and laughed loudly, his deep eyes swept over the sons who were painting in the hall, and said angrily: "King Qin's child, what you do is aggressive, this king does not assist Yuan Ci, does not station troops on the border, and in the coming day, the king of Qin will inevitably lead the army to come." However, the heroes in my Jingxiang area are not easy to mess with, don't you say? ”

"Swear to defend Jingxiang to the death!"

Inside the hall, someone suddenly raised his head and shouted.

"Fight to the end with the Qin army!" Someone shouted again.

One after another, in the main hall, many students chanted, all of which were the voices of protecting the family and defending the country and expelling the Qin army.

Hearing the voices from all sides, Ji Xuanling once suspected that his identity had been revealed, otherwise, why would Zhao Tuo give him a beating.

In confusion, Zhao Tuo said: "Gongzi Zhang, when you return to the Qin Kingdom, tell the King of Qin the scene in the palace, if he dares to lead the army to kill, don't think about leaving safely." ”

"Lord Wang, at the poetry and painting meeting, talk about these works, first chant poems and paint, and then talk about government affairs." Next to the throne, a concubine walked over, looked at Ji Xuanling and said: "Gongzi Zhang is Concubine Wan's life-saving benefactor, wouldn't the prince be aggressive when he does this!" ”

The woman who spoke, who is it if she is not Liu Xiangjun?

When the words fell, the princess came with a graceful posture, holding Zhao Tuo's arm, and said with a coquettish smile: "It is true that Zhang Gongzi is the benefactor of Concubine Wan, but the slave family thinks that it is not wrong for the prince to let Zhang Gongzi take the words, Jing Xiang Haojie is loyal to the prince, and the king of Qin is personally conscripted, and he happens to capture him alive and serve the prince." ”

"Hahaha, Concubine Yi is right!" Zhao Tuolang smiled, ignored Ji Xuanling, and instead stared at Ruan Tingcheng and asked, "Young Master Ruan, do you also like poetry and painting?" ”

"Lord Yu, I don't like it very much, but Zhang Tang has a lot of research on poetry and painting." Ruan Qingcheng looked like a noble son, and replied with a blank face.

Her heart is like a mirror, her identity is covering for Ji Xuanling, so she pushed the problem to Ji Xuanling.

Knowing that Ji Xuanling likes to chant poetry and painting, Zhao Tuo couldn't help but be interested: "Childe likes poetry and painting, I don't know if I want to show my talent?" ”

From Mu Wanyu's mouth, I learned that Ji Xuanling's martial arts are good, and if he is proficient in poetry and painting, he can recruit his subordinates to serve him.

Ji Xuanling glanced at Concubine Yifei Zhao Yiren and remembered the other party.

This woman dared to let him serve Zhao Tuo, and when the Qin army entered Changchuan City, he would definitely teach the other party a good lesson.

At this time, he didn't pay attention to Zhao Yiren, and simply beckoned to Wu Yuankui, who came over with a wooden box and placed it next to the desk.

Ji Xuanling sat down, slowly opened the wooden box, and the fragrance was fragrant in an instant, and the faint fragrance permeated the hall, attracting many painters.

Someone turned to look at the prime minister and found that Ji Xuanling put the rouge gouache used for women's makeup and various fuels used in the dyeing workshop on the desk one after another.

"Hahaha."

Many painting students looked up and smiled, and some even muttered, full of disdain for Ji Xuanling in their voices.

On the throne, Zhao Tuo, Mu Wanyu, Liu Xiangjun, Zhao Yiren and other concubines, some people were surprised, some people were disdainful, and some people were curious.

Ji Xuanling is also a good man, why do you like this kind of object, and then look at his intimate appearance with Ruan Qingcheng, some people suspect that he has a habit of breaking his sleeves.

"Wanyu, you said that he is proficient in martial arts, isn't he fooling the prince?" Liu Xiangjun asked, looking contemptuous, and contempt in his heart.

"Yes, a dignified seven-foot man, why do you like rouge gouache?" Zhao Yiren said.

Ji Xuanling didn't care when he heard this, he methodically placed the dye on the desk, raised his head and said to Zhao Tuo: "Lord Wang, I have a lot of fate with Concubine Wan, if the prince doesn't mind, I am willing to paint for the princess." ”

Zhao Tuo was quite interested, and glanced at Mu Wanyu: "Does Concubine Wan mind?" ”

"Childe might as well give it a try!" Mu Wanyu nodded and chuckled, as if she didn't mind.

Hearing the sound, Zhao Tuo's eyes flashed with an imperceptible color, and he was secretly dissatisfied with Mu Wanyu.

Ji Xuanling spread the rice paper on the desk, configured the dye, and while thinking, he picked up the brush and drew it little by little.

In the main hall, students finished painting one after another, and presented the picture scroll to Zhao Tuo for evaluation.

During the reading, Zhao Tuo occasionally scolded, sometimes elated, and rewarded lavishly, and in just half a moment, several students with outstanding poetry and painting were all promoted to officials by Zhao Tuo.

As time passed little by little, the eyes of the leisure students gradually shifted to Ji Xuanling, and they were shocked to find that the paintings made by Ji Xuanling were not like their simple ink paintings, the paintings he made were bright in color, and the princess's appearance was bright, like a mold carved out.

With bright colors, it is not only similar in shape, but also god-like.

The key is that in Ji Xuanling's paintings, rouge gouache is mostly used, and the picture wafts out a faint fragrance, which is pleasing to the eye and even more intoxicating.

A picture of a woman wearing a palace costume and a phoenix crown on her head, and the picture of the world of motherhood gradually appeared on the rice paper.

"God, this painting is lifelike and magnificent."

"It's really good, the people in the painting look like real people."

"This kind of style is eye-opening!"

“.......”

When Ji Xuanling was thinking, many students echoed him. He picked up the pen and composed poems, and then handed the scroll to the guards next to him, and he presented it to Zhao Tuo.

He came to Zhao Tuo's poetry and painting conference, first, he wanted to see Zhao Tuo and understand his opponent, and second, he was new to Zhao Tuo, it was really boring, the poetry and painting were good or bad, and he didn't care whether Zhao Tuo appreciated it.

The cheers one after another tickled Zhao Tuo's heart.

After taking the scroll, Mu Wanyu's full picture appeared on the rice paper, like a fairy entering the mortal world.

"Good, good, good!"

Zhao Tuo was overjoyed and applauded!

When Yu Guang noticed the four lines of poetry in the picture, he couldn't help but mutter: Natural beauty is difficult to give up, and once chose the king's side. Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

"It's hard to give up on a natural beauty, once you choose to be on the king's side, the son is talented!"

O king!

He was named the king of Zhennan by the imperial court, and Mu Wanyu is clearly the posture of the mother in the painting.

At this time, the poem regarded him as a king, and Zhao Tuo's face showed joy that could not be concealed.

(End of chapter)