Zhao Ji saw that Zheng Zhi was coming, turned around and said with a smile: "General Zheng, come forward to take a look at this painting." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

At this time, Zhao Ji did not have the anger above the court just now, and seemed to be in a good mood. Even Zheng Zhi was a lot easier, and he started to see the salute.

When Zheng Zhi looked up again, the five-meter-long picture scroll in front of him came into view, and he looked extremely familiar.

After a few more looks, Zheng Zhi's face was very surprised. Zheng Zhi has never had the slightest understanding of the way of painting, but Zheng Zhi can recognize the painting in front of him.

Zhao Ji saw that Zheng Zhi was waiting for this painting to look at it intently, and he was surprised, and said with a smile: "General Zheng, how is this painting skill?" ”

Zheng Zhi, who came back to his senses, hurriedly replied: "It is vivid and meticulous, it is really a living picture scroll of Bianjing, and it brings the entire Bianliang City Gate to life." ”

"Haha... This "Qingming Riverside Picture" is made by a person named Zhang Zeduan in the Painting Academy, just handed it over to me to see, this Zhang Zeduan is not famous, painting this masterpiece, it really took a lot of thought. Zhao Ji has obviously just seen it, and this kind of painting method is also new.

Zheng Zhi heard this, and hurriedly said: "This painting is the first in the world!" ”

This sentence is not flattery, but Zheng Zhi thinks so in his heart, this "Qingming Riverside Picture", a priceless treasure in later generations, everyone praises. Even Zheng Zhi, who has never been in contact with painting, has seen the pictures of this painting countless times, intentionally or unintentionally.

When Zhao Ji heard this, he glanced at Zheng Zhi, and then smiled: "General Zheng seems to only know poetry, and he doesn't understand painting." This painting is novel, and the skills are not bad, but it is too far from the first in the world. If you look at these buildings, most of them are horizontal and vertical, and then look at these peddlers and pawns, which are too realistic. Although the skill can be called the top, but the pattern is too small, and the realism is so, it has fallen behind, and the people who paint the pawns of the peddlers have fallen again. can only be used as a plaything, not in everyone's eyes. ”

Zheng Zhi was stunned when he heard this, but he really didn't expect Zhao Ji to comment on this "Qingming Riverside Picture", which is really a completely different evaluation from later generations.

But Zheng Zhi didn't know that "Qingming Riverside Picture" belonged to ruler painting and gonghua in this era. can't get everyone's eyes, only the excellence in skills and novelty made Zhao Ji look at it for a long time. It was also because of the skill and novelty, as well as the thought spent in the paintings, that Zhao Ji was impressed, and he did not abandon it.

This "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is a street photo of this era, and in Zhao Ji's view, it has lost a sense of art.

Zheng Zhi naturally didn't understand this, and asked: "Weichen is blunt, he practices martial arts more, Your Majesty is smiling, I don't know what kind of painting is an excellent work in Your Majesty's heart?" ”

Zheng Zhi is really curious in his heart, and he is also eager to learn. Even this "Qingming Riverside Picture" was said by Zhao Ji to be inferior, Zheng Zhi really wanted to see what kind of painting was superior.

Zhao Ji smiled when he heard this, turned his sleeves, and said: "It's okay, let you see what a masterpiece it is, it can be called excellent." Take that "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" on it. ”

After Liang Shicheng gave up, he walked to the cubicle in the building. After a while, I came back with a picture scroll firmly in my hand.

At this time, the eunuchs and maids on the left and right were even more busy, and one by one the cases were moved from everywhere and spliced together.

Zheng Zhi looked at this scene, and he was not surprised, but he was just looking at a painting, and there were more than a dozen pieces of the case in front of him, all of which were spliced together, and there was a length of more than ten meters.

Liang Shicheng lightly placed the scroll on top of the case, untied the brocade cloth, and slowly spread it out.

Blue, black and white, and pale yellow. As soon as you see the mountains, the rivers are vast. Between the strange trees and rocks, there are several pavilions.

Slowly spread out a few meters, a kind of turbulent atmosphere rushed straight to the door, the mountains are continuous, the water mill long bridge, the thatched cottage cottage.

Then there are hermits traveling, birds sailing. Slowly unfolded, majestic and magnificent.

Zheng Zhi was a little stunned, he had never appreciated any painting in his life, and looking at this one again, it was really refreshing.

Zheng Zhi's steps slowly moved forward with the unfolding of the picture scroll, everywhere was the scenery, and everywhere was very attentive. It is amazing that someone in the world can make such a painting.

Until the scroll stopped, it was already more than ten steps away, and this painting was more than ten meters.

"General Zheng, how is this painting?" Zhao Ji asked.

Zheng Zhi slowly went back, and walked to the beginning of the scroll, and also felt that this painting was more extraordinary than the "photo", and the pattern in the author's chest, and slowly replied: "Your Majesty, this painting can be called the first in the world, and Weichen has gained insight today." ”

Between the remarks, look at the opening inscription, the handwriting is round and plump, and the pen is soft and moderate, it is Cai Jing's handwriting, and the content only says one thing, that is, this painting is made by an eighteen-year-old young man named Wang Ximeng.

Zheng Zhi was even more surprised when he saw it, an eighteen-year-old boy could make such a peerless masterpiece, which can be described as a genius.

Zhao Ji saw that Zheng Zhi was watching, and said with a smile: "General Zheng, this Wang Ximeng can produce this painting, and it is worthy of the fact that it took me half a year to slowly adjust, and he is also a genius." ”

Where can Zheng Zhi not understand, that is, this Wang Ximeng is Zhao Ji's apprentice. Zhao Ji's words are also showing himself, if the apprentice is still like this, the master will inevitably be more clever.

"Your Majesty is clever, this Wang Ximeng can be personally trained by His Majesty, and he is very fortunate in this life. If you can produce this picture, it will be a hundred years old. Zheng Zhi is not a sycophant, he really admires it at this time.

"A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" was exiled for hundreds of generations, and it is also true. It is extremely well preserved, and thousands of years later, it can still be admired.

Zheng Zhi looked at it for a while, Cai Jing didn't know how to write a poem, left a blank space in the painting, and wrote a poem. It's just that this poem is written in general, and it is not a scene or a feeling, so I will not repeat it.

Zhao Ji was even happier when he heard Zheng Zhi's praise, and said: "I look at thousands of ancient and modern paintings, and this picture is unparalleled in the world." ”

After reading "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", Liang Shicheng stepped forward again and slowly rolled up the scroll of more than ten meters, looking extra careful between his hands and feet.

The scroll was put away, and the case was removed. Zhao Ji summoned pen and paper again, and he was already interested, so he wanted to wave it himself. Let Zheng Zhi see his own methods.

Zheng Zhi stood on the side, his heart slowly calmed down, looking at Zhao Ji who was full of interest in front of him, and he was extremely chic between splashing ink.

Zheng Zhi has been watching it for a long time, but he is tired of it, and he is slowly not interested in it. Zheng Zhi and Zhao Ji are not the same kind of people after all, Zheng Zhi is a martial artist after all, and being able to memorize a few poems is all due to the compulsory education in his previous life. Zheng Zhi can recite a few songs to show off, but he really can't be vassalized with this kind of elegance.

Zhao Ji summoned Zheng Zhilai and did not talk about state affairs, war, or business. That's what made Zheng Zhi watch him paint, watch him write, and watch him be a chic literati...

Zheng Zhi's mind is no longer curious and amazed before. Standing behind him and looking at Zhao Ji, he suddenly just wanted to go back and have a few glasses of old wine with Lu Dashi Jin and a few people, and talk a few words.

In Zhao Ji's heart, he naturally thought that a literati like Zheng Zhi must look at his own paintings with relish, and even more feel and admire. Where would I think that Zheng Zhi was actually impatient.

After a long time, the masterpiece was over. About three feet long, the bright moon of the laurel tree, an excellent lady tuning micro-play, on the background, the pavilion windowsill, the cold bed in it, a few wisps of incense.

Zhao Ji put down the paintbrush, picked up a thin pen, straightened it, slightly lifted the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, and his thin gold body jumped on the paper, which was Zheng Zhi's "Waves and Sands" yesterday.

After writing, take the private small seal in your arms and stamp it.

Spread out on top of the case, just waiting for the ink to dry.

"Zheng Qing, come up and take a look." Zhao Ji opened his mouth and said, and the title had changed from General Zheng to Zheng Qing.

Zheng Zhi waited for a long time, and stood waiting for Zhao Ji to stop writing, and at this time, he stepped forward after hearing the words, looked at it for a moment, and only said: "Your Majesty, this picture is better than "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"!" ”

Zhao Ji laughed when he heard this: "Zheng Qing has good eyesight, this picture was composed in my heart last night, and today I am like a god, without pause and procrastination, in one go, the lines are soft, and the artistic conception is also very consistent with your words, and it is also the best picture of my year." ”

"Your Majesty's calligraphy and painting are unique, and no one in the world can compare." Zheng Zhi's sycophant is also very casual. It doesn't seem to take much of a look at this masterpiece.

Hearing this, Zhao Ji leaned over and blew a few inkblots that had not yet dried, and said: "This picture will be given to you, and I hope that the general and the battle array will make new contributions." ”

It was only at this time that Zheng Zhi heard Zhao Ji finally say something serious, that is, to let Zheng Zhi make new contributions in the battle array. Zheng Zhi had no choice but to hurriedly replied: "Thank you for your kindness, Weichen will definitely do his best to serve the country." ”

Zhao Ji thought of the battle formation, his face was slightly gloomy, he stood up and asked, "Does Zheng Qing know why someone in Jiangnan wants to rebel?" ”

Zhao Ji finally did his best, and only then did he speak seriously.

Zheng Zhi did not hesitate, and said bluntly: "Fang La started an incident, and the banner he played was to kill Zhu Mian, and the land south of the Yangtze River was full of responders. ”

Zheng Zhi was not as forward-looking as the Manchu Dynasty Wenwu, and he also stood for a long time, a little impatient, and explained this matter thoroughly when he opened his mouth. Killing Zhu Mian, isn't the hidden secret directly pointing to Huashigang?

Zhao Ji didn't frown when he heard this, but he didn't seem to understand the meaning of Zheng Zhi's words, and asked: "Zhu Mian is in Jiangnan, but what did he do to anger and resent?" ”

Zheng Zhi heard Zhao Ji's question, paused for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Ji, thinking that Zhao Ji really didn't think about things on himself. only said: "These micro-ministers don't know, most of them are in Cangzhou, and they don't know much about the things in Jiangnan, so they don't dare to speculate." ”

Zheng Zhi had already said his words to this point, and Zhao Ji didn't understand anymore, so he asked Zheng Zhi how to say it again.

Zhao Ji frowned and slowly rolled up the dry ink paintings, naturally thinking in his heart, Zhao Ji is naturally extremely fond of Zhu Mian, this Gen Yue, most of them are Zhu Mian's credit. But I don't know what Zhu Mian has done to attract people to be so hated, and I think that I am ready to recruit Zhu Mian into Beijing to ask clearly.

After rolling up the painting, Zhao Ji handed it to Zheng Zhi, Zheng Zhi took it with both hands, and thanked him again.