The so-called thin gold body, the bones are beautiful, and the fun is kind.

- Zhao Mengfu

Legend has it that Zhao Ji of Song Huizong is the reincarnation of Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and this story is also vividly depicted in the novel, and if you think about it carefully, the two of them are indeed very similar.

Ancient Chinese history stretches for 5,000 years, and there are many bastard emperors, but similar to Zhao Ji and Li Yu, I am afraid that there are only these two emperors who are really counted.

These two, one is a Fengliu character who has been in calligraphy and painting for a hundred years, and the other is a lyricist who has been amazed by poetry for thousands of years. One was destroyed by the Song Dynasty, and the other caused the defeat of the Northern Song Dynasty.

This history, which spans more than 200 years, is not long in the long history of ancient China, but because of the existence of the two of them, it has a more peculiar taste.

Chu Feng once thought about this matter: if one day, he could really see Song Huizong Zhao Ji, what should he do.

Before he had time to think about this question carefully, Zhao Ji had already appeared in front of him.

Moreover, it was in such a shocking and pretentious calligraphy and painting posture, like a heart-wrenching fist, and smashed heavily on his chest.

Chu Feng was not ready.

But it's already happening.

I have to say that fate is indeed a very interesting thing.

"Chu Lang, if you are a woman and look at me with the eyes like this, I will indeed be very happy." Chu Feng's expression was too abrupt, and naturally he would not escape Huizong's eyes. He stopped his pen slightly, tilted his head and glanced at Chu Feng with a faint smile, feeling that the young man in front of him was really interesting. "But you're a man, and you're unfortunate. I'm not as good as a person, so. Huizong smiled slightly, "You can withdraw this adoring gaze." ”

When Chu Feng heard this, his face immediately turned red, and he lowered his head a little sneeringly and touched his nose.

This kind of shame is of course not because of the handsomeness of Huizong Zhao Ji, nor because of the verbal teasing of the emperor. The current Chu Feng is like a star-chasing clan seeing the brightest star, and he is so excited that he can't help himself. It made Chu Feng a little panicked.

In Fan's calligraphy and painting shop, he once saw Fan Kuan's landscapes and Liu Songmeng's bamboo drawings. I have seen Su Shunqin's grass and Kong Linzhi's seal book.

He once looked for the posture of these masters in the layers of calligraphy and painting, and once sketched the demeanor of these famous artists in his mind.

He had imagined more than once how nice it would be to be able to see them appear in front of him in his lifetime, even if it was just to say a word.

When the world is still a thousand years later. Chu Feng once dreamed of Wang Xizhi, so he was excited for three days. In the dream, he stammered, in front of Wang Yishao. I couldn't say a word of nervousness.

And now...... He and Zhao Ji of Song Huizong have already said a lot......

The heart pounds. Too many emotions began to rise and fall, and more chaotic thoughts began to linger in the mind.

Why is he here? As an emperor. Is it really possible to run to have fun with the people? Yes, this is Fan Lou. No wonder I always feel a little familiar, could it be that Master Li lives here? No wonder he has to keep a low profile when he appears here. The curtain is so thick, it must be because he is afraid that his identity will be called out by other officials. I can't complain that there are so many guards around me, and maybe there are other protections in secret, and people like myself naturally can't see it......

Is he really Huizong Zhao Ji? After he knows his name, will it be easier for him to take the art academy exam again in the fall? The most important reason why he chose himself to come tonight is naturally because he doesn't know his identity. So no matter what, you should never reveal what you guessed.

Also, how can there be a way to confirm his identity?

A few days ago, the other person who went to Fan's calligraphy and painting shop with Huizong to hide from the rain called Huizong "Eleven Lang". I remember that the history books say that Huizong Zhao Ji is ranked eleventh, and this name is very normal......

If Huizong found out that he knew his identity, what would he do......

Too many complicated thoughts began to be chaotic and entangled in his mind, almost without logic and law, and suddenly appeared silently for a while, almost breaking through Chu Feng's mind.

He inhaled as hard as he could, exhaling deeply. Keep telling yourself to calm down, calm down......

"If Chu Lang is curious, he can take a closer look. Anyway, if this painting belongs to your name for a while, if you have any suggestions, you can say it. Huizong had already put pen to paper again, and said casually.

Chu Feng's heart suddenly beat twice again, he swallowed dryly, and looked at Gonggong Ma who was standing behind Huizong with an inquiring gaze.

Seeing this, Gonggong Ma smiled and said: "Chu Langjun doesn't need to see outside, my family Ah Lang has already opened his mouth, so naturally he will not regret it." ”

Chu Feng nodded, the hand hidden in his sleeve squeezed hard, forcing himself to remain calm, and then took a step forward with great strength and approached his "idol".

Huizong's pen was still swinging, and he didn't lag a little because of Chu Feng's movements, and he still walked with his pen, as if pen and ink were just a part of his life.

Chu Feng held his breath and looked at the painting on the paper. It was a beautiful woman's shadow, turning her head sideways, her eyes turning, looking forward to life.

The simplicity of the beauty opened slightly, Chu Feng looked at the autumn-like scissors, and almost heard the affectionate call of this beauty.

In a moment, it seems to have forgotten everything.

Chu Feng looked at the scroll, watched Huizong put down his pen again and again, tossing and turning, outlining. Time seemed to have stopped, and everything around it seemed to have vanished.

In the entire universe, only Huizong and the pen and ink in his hands remained.

Chu Feng finally understood, what is called superb.

He suddenly felt a little stuffy in his chest, he wanted to speak up, he wanted to run to tell him, he wanted to let the whole world see what he saw now, and everyone knew about it.

He was so excited that he almost burst into tears, and an inexplicable feeling of true anger was rapidly lingering in his body.

In this moment. Chu Feng was extremely excited, because he had seen something that only a very few people could see. Available in this instant. His heart ached again because he finally understood. What kind of gap does he have with the real god of art?

Too many emotions float and sink in my mind, and too many emotions are steaming in my chest and I can't extricate myself.

Chu Feng wanted to cry and laugh.

Huizong felt the light tremor of Chu Feng beside him, and was a little puzzled, and glanced at him.

Seeing Chu Feng's complexion constantly changing, he couldn't help but laugh and asked, "Chu Lang, what's wrong?" ”

Chu Feng took his gaze away from the scroll, raised his head, and looked into Huizong's eyes.

Those who have been in high positions for a long time have a kind of prestige with them. Even though Huizong had a faint smile on his face at this time, this kind of power had already made Chu Feng re-convinced of his identity.

"It's nothing, it's just ......" Chu Feng smiled, his smile became a little complicated because of the ups and downs of his mood, "I didn't expect the guest's painting skills to be so clever......

The latter sentence is naturally the truth, and this kind of words, Huizong has naturally heard a lot.

After all, he was born with a good status, not to mention that his paintings can really reach a very high level. Even if you can't, the people around you will naturally try their best to brag about it.

Huizong is a smart person, so he naturally understands this truth. Just listen to this kind of thing. The real good and bad, his eyes are the most real, and he doesn't need the words of others.

But Chu Feng's praise. Huizong listened very comfortably. Not only because of Chu Feng's words, but also because of Chu Feng's slightly trembling body under his sleeves. and his inexplicably white face.

What is the degree of "so clever"?

It seems to be able to make a person who has been immersed in famous calligraphy and painting for a long time. can change their complexion dramatically and thrillingly.

That's good.

Others praise Huizong, which can be described as a variety of tricks. All kinds of praise and metaphors fell like catkins in spring, falling in Huizong's ears, and they had already become light and worthless things.

But the teenager in front of him is different.

It seems that he is a pure soul that has not been infected by the world, and there is no copper stench between his gestures, such a character has long been difficult to find.

Such a character, of course, is also very good at sycophancy, and will not make those sneering moves. Such a person, once he shows a look of shock and says something of praise, then even a perennial touted figure like Huizong will feel very comfortable.

Of course, Huizong didn't know that Chu Feng's shock and shock were not only because of Huizong's superb painting skills, but also because of the surprise of Huizong's identity.

Smiling slightly, Huizong said: "Such a painting belongs to your name, isn't it an insult to you?" ”

After that, Huizong lowered his head and filled in a few more strokes, and a picture of a beauty was completed.

He thought for a while, handed the pen in his hand to Chu Feng, and ordered: "I can paint the painting, and you can write it yourself." Otherwise, if someone knows your handwriting, things will be easy to go. ”

Hearing this, Chu Feng hurriedly responded, took the wolf with both hands, walked to the location where Huizong was originally located, dipped in ink, took a deep breath, and wrote down his name - Chu Feng with the penmanship of "Summer Hot Post" that he has been practicing these days.

"Huh?" Huizong watched from the side, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Chu Lang learned Cai Junmo's grass?" ”

Chu Feng was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect that with just a two-word note, Huizong had already seen his skills.

"Yes, that's right." Chu Feng nodded and looked at Huizong puzzled, "How did the guest see it?" ”

"Huh!" The two were extremely close, and Huizong could naturally see the surprise and respect on Chu Feng's face, so he chuckled from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't explain too much, just chuckled and said: "Cai Junmo's words are elegant and moving, although you have only learned six or seven points, but it is also excellent with this beautiful picture...... I thought of adding a little poem to it, but in the process of painting, I didn't think of it, so I didn't think of it, so ......"

After that, Huizong took another purple rabbit from the pen stand, and casually wrote the words "In front of the willow building, sing the moon to the flowers" on the paper next to him, and stopped.

I raised my pen and thought about it, and then wrote a sentence "The small building is tall and no one asks, and the branches outside the window are singing", so he shook his head and sighed: "Hey, it's all some old sentences, and I can't think of anything good." ”

Chu Feng watched from the sidelines, only when Huizong had just put down his pen, his eyelids jumped.

Staring at it carefully, the two guesses that still existed in Chu Feng's heart completely disappeared after he saw the other party's relaxed and casual thin gold body.

Huizong's self-created thin gold body has been imitated by many people in later generations for thousands of years, but no one can really get the thin gold body's muscular but beautiful and elegant taste.

For thousands of years, the only person who can really write such a taste is Song Huizong Zhao Ji!

It was after seeing this pen and ink that the remaining doubts in Chu Feng's heart were dissipated.

"Anyway, it's just a comparison of ink and blue, and there is no poetry without poetry!" Huizong was helpless and threw the purple rabbit in his hand casually, but his mind was obviously a little stunned.

Chu Feng's heart beat suddenly, thinking about the sentences of "leaning on the willow", "Xiaolou" and "pairing flowers", a familiar song "Tasha Xing" gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

"That ......" Chu Feng spoke, almost able to hear his own heartbeat. He looked at Huizong, very nervous, "I have a poem, but I don't know, it doesn't fit the guests' wishes." ”

"Oh?" Huizong raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Chu Feng again, and chuckled, "Chu Lang still fills in the words?" ”

Chu Feng smiled slightly, didn't dare to say more, only re-dipped the ink, recalled the words and sentences in his mind, and still used Cai Xiang's style to slowly write on another piece of paper:

Leaning on the willow inscription, when the flower side hat, the appreciation should be better than driving......

After writing only this sentence, Chu Feng heard a soft "huh" from Huizong behind him, and there was obviously surprise in his tone.

Chu Feng licked his slightly dry lips, and then wrote:

Mistakenly teach the temples to be affected by the east wind, and watch the green shadow become a silk early......

"What a sentence 'wrong teaching temples to suffer from the east wind'! This sentence alone is enough! Huizong clapped his hands in admiration.

Chu Feng was unfamiliar with this poem, and he was concentrating on recalling it while writing silently, and at this time, he was startled by a sudden sentence behind him, and he was startled, and the back half of it was interrupted, and he couldn't remember it at all.

Chu Feng's pen hung in the air, and he was extremely embarrassed for a while.

Copying poems can be copied into oneself is also speechless, halfway through the copy, the back one was forgotten! What if you can't remember that? Do you have to fill it out yourself?

Not to mention that the law is not clear in the first place, if the gap between the front and back is too big, wouldn't it be scolded to death by others?

For a moment, Chu Feng only felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he recited the words and sentences of Shangque over and over again, as if facing the blank of the second half of the sentence during the exam, and he couldn't think of anything.

"Chu Lang, this is ......" Huizong saw that Chu Feng had not written for a long time, so he naturally guessed something, and looked at his embarrassed and nervous expression, and couldn't help laughing, "Could it be that Jiang Lang has just finished for a while?" (To be continued.) )