"Okay," Zhao Zhen said without thinking about it.

There are many strange things that happened to this son, and some things are funny when you think about it, for example, in order to learn the piano, he ran to the temple of the great monk with the piano, refused, played and played, and the big monk who was not close to the living person was moved, and he was blackmailed. You must know that this great monk doesn't even dare to invite the queen mother, for fear that it will be boring for himself.

It is also an elegant matter of the literati, but I want to listen to his current piano skills.

Ordered someone to take out a guqin from the palace, the piano is a good qin, but I am not familiar with it, so Zheng Lang tried the audition, and did not play other tunes, just a song "Yangchun", but not the "Yangchun" of later generations, but the current ancient song "Yangchun", which is an ancient song sung by Lu Cai in the Tang Dynasty according to the tune of "White Snow" in the qin song, and sung with lyrics. It is slightly shorter than the later nearly seven-minute "Yang Chun", but the tune is more "everything knows spring, and the wind is light".

I don't know what went wrong, but it doesn't matter, Zheng Lang took this tune to soothe the little emperor's wounded heart.

The piano skills still can't be compared with Zhiyue, there are too many thoughts, and there is very little time spent on it, but it is not the piano skills when he first presented his skills to Liu Yong. After a few years of practice, and after a few years of plucking, Zheng Lang's piano skills were already considerable. Coupled with the fact that his mind is relatively clean, this song is played, as if a spring breeze is blowing for this gloomy palace.

"Okay," the little emperor waited for him to finish, cheered again, and asked, "But "Yangchun"? ”

Mao guessed, and after hearing it, he felt warm, so he asked.

"Yes."

The little emperor suddenly thought of him drumming "White Snow" for Fan Zhongyan in the long pavilion, and he didn't understand Zheng Lang's intentions in his heart, and he didn't have to be the emperor anymore, he was a little moved, and he didn't know what to say.

Zheng Lang put down the piano and said again: "Your Majesty, the minister has another request, can you let the minister see the Empress Dowager Li?" ”

The two queen mothers were not buried, and when they opened the coffin lid, they could see the remains, but it was really so simple, the little emperor asked in surprise: "What are you going to do?" ”

"The minister wants to make a long scroll for the two queen mothers, and the minister's painting skills are not very good, but there is one thing that the minister may do better than other painters, and that is the photo."

So it was, the little emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and also heard that he was drawing for Cheng Lin to find a word thief, which was a beautiful thing, but he hesitated and said: "Zheng Jieyuan, I will wronged you......"

If he can paint the images of his two mothers well, he can look at them from time to time, but painting is a small skill, and it is the work of those "painters" in the painting academy, and this son will be of great use in the future. It's good, the little emperor is a little unhappy in his heart.

"Your Majesty, the minister is just a man at the moment, and he can do these things for His Majesty, whether it is drumming or painting. Once you pass the provincial test, it won't work. The right is to repay the queen mother and His Majesty for their favor. ”

"This ......" The little emperor thought of the "Yang Chun" he had just played for himself, and himself, just because the Eighth Emperor Uncle had not yet decided, threw him into the prison again, his heart was even more moved, and he felt guilty, and he didn't know what to say, he thought about it and said: "You like everyone's words in your previous life, there are some in the secret pavilion, I asked Yan Duzhi to take you there, pick a few by yourself." ”

Zheng Lang's heart moved again, but when he thought that the little emperor was used by himself, he was still grateful, so he was very sorry, hesitated and said, "The minister still can't stand it." ”

"Why? Just by virtue of your advice just now, I deserve to reward you. "This time it's not the last time, last time it was because I asked you to write long and short sentences, and I couldn't bear it, but now you're talking about a national event.

"Your Majesty, can you forgive the ministers for daring again."

"Zheng Jieyuan, you can say whatever you want to say when you see me in the future, don't mention the word courage, I don't give you courage, will you be brave?"

Of course it was a joke, Yan Wenying snickered on the side again. But after laughing, he glanced at Zheng Lang with gratitude, the little guy has a good conscience, although His Majesty put him in prison, but people are still trying to make His Majesty happy.

"Okay, the minister said, Your Majesty is benevolent, and the minister admires it very much," this is not a lie, two generations of people, Zheng Lang has always had a good impression of this little emperor of the order, and continued: "This is a piece of the minister's heart, it is love, the truth is priceless, if you receive your majesty's reward, this affection is equivalent to changing the surname, so the minister does not accept it." Not only is this reward not accepted, but if the minister is lucky enough to be able to take the high school entrance examination, he does not want His Majesty to take care of it. The state is a public affair, and feelings are a private matter, and if there is no clear distinction between public and private, the system cannot be perfected. This is not the degree, it is the law. ”

"A good love is priceless, the distinction between public and private is clear, Zheng Jieyuan, you ...... It makes me feel guilty. ”

"Your Majesty does not need to, as long as Your Majesty continues to love the people as before, the minister will be very satisfied. However, Your Majesty, the minister made this painting, it may be a long scroll, and I ask Your Majesty to issue an order and ask one person to assist. ”

"Come on."

Find a painter to help, what's the point.

"He is not in the capital, it is possible to be in Zhongnan Mountain, it is possible to be in Huashan, Your Majesty will send this person to take a walk in the palace, the minister will paint the characters, he will paint the background in the palace, then this painting will be more perfect."

"Who is this person, there are also some painters in the capital who are highly skilled." The little emperor asked curiously. It is easy to find a painter, Yan Wengui and Gao Keming are all up to the task.

"The minister knows that there are many people in the capital, but in terms of painting skills, he is the only one in the world. However, this person's surname is indifferent, and if you want to invite him out of the mountain, I'm afraid it will not be easy. This is also Zheng Lang's little selfishness, he wants to go to Shaanxi, the road is too far, the history books are not clear, and he doesn't know where he is. Even if they find it, they may not be able to meet them. It is better to let the little emperor issue an edict and summon this great god who has been admired for a long time to Zhengzhou to observe his painting skills in a bright light.

However, observing painting skills is not the main thing, making a long scroll for the little emperor and comforting the little emperor is his main intention.

"What's this man's name?" The little emperor came interested.

"His name is Fan Kuan."

He is one of the top painters of the Northern Song Dynasty, Zheng Lang once asked Yan Wengui curiously, and Yan Wengui thought about it for a long time before thinking of this person. is famous, otherwise Yan Wengui would not have heard of this name if he was far away in the capital. But the fame is not obvious.

It is precisely because his background is a little low that Su Dongpo looked at his paintings and found fault, saying that his paintings were a bit cheesy and lacked the elegant charm of literati paintings. This is an inexplicable evaluation, and he is not a scholar, so he wants to paint a literati painting. Just that style, it's not for you to see Su Dongpo.

Although Mi Fu is very appreciative, but also find fault, said that he is not divided into earth and stone, that is, the ink is too thick, but this is also one of the characteristics of Fan Kuan's painting, no matter how to say, the word is not good, the painting is ten times stronger than your millet twenty times.

It was not until the Southern Song Dynasty that Fan Kuan was gradually accepted by more people and received a fair evaluation, saying that he, along with Shi Jinghao and Li Cheng, were the three top masters of landscape painting in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Therefore, a person becomes famous, except for a few people who are lucky, talent learning is one thing, packaging is also an important step. It is a pity that such a great god was ignored by the world during his lifetime. So he took the opportunity to ask the little emperor to invite him out of the mountain.

"He's a hermit?"

"Approximately," the answer was not very precise, it was possible that he was a hermit, and he may not have won the respect of the world, so he had to operate in Guanzhong.

"I will definitely send someone to invite him to Beijing," Zhao Zhen replied. It's for the two mothers, and it's as it should be. Zheng Jiazi, although he said so, how could he not repay it after he could? He is talented, and he will inevitably take the provincial entrance examination in high school, and he will inevitably embark on a career and want to repay the opportunity. As for this Master Fan, it's a big deal to give him more money or an official position, but I don't believe he is not tempted. Therefore, the status of painting is very low now, and it is also a painting for the two queen mothers, but the status in the heart of the little emperor is completely different.

Zheng Lang took his leave.

Walking out of the palace gate, I saw that the little emperor was watching the recital, and sighed in my heart, I can only do this for you, don't think that you are worried about your adoptive mother and biological mother, the suffering has just begun. Soon, a big man is going to toss you.

So when he thought of being an official, Zheng Lang was not very interested.

These fierce people toss people, and they are special cows, but you must not say that they are bad people. Ouyang Xiu, Bao Zheng, Pang Ji, Han Qi, Wen Yanbo...... Wait, in the next generation, you walk down the street and say to that person that these people are bad people, and if you don't know much about history, you will have to slap your ears.

…… Yan Wenying took him to find Li Yonghe, it is also very troublesome to open the coffin lid, others are not easy to open, only Uncle Guo has this qualification. came to Hongfu Courtyard and opened the coffin lid, Li Yonghe was crying again. Zheng Lang ignored him. The biggest victim of this incident is not Concubine Li Chen, but the little emperor, who is in a dilemma.

Although Concubine Li Chen is a little bitter, but from another angle, it is a miracle to be able to live to old age and die, if it weren't for the old lady, if she was replaced by another woman to be the queen, she would have died of a "violent illness" for no reason, if it was a master like Wu Zetian, it is possible that the three generations of the Li family would not die well.

However, for the sake of the little emperor, Zheng Lang painted very carefully, this is a sketch, first draw the appearance of Concubine Li Chen, and the same is true of the portrait of the old lady, and then subtract the wrinkles step by step, the loose skin, and gradually restore the appearance of their youth, and then after artistic processing, this long scroll can be completed.

After finishing the draft, he gave another big gift to Concubine Li Chen's body, no way, who called someone the biological mother of the little emperor. Get on the carriage and go back to the inn.

Jiang Xing'er and Si'er got the news early and stood at the door of the inn and waited for him.

Seeing Zheng Lang jumping down from the carriage, rushing over and throwing himself into his arms, Si'er asked worriedly, "Why did you come back now?" ”

"Your Majesty summoned me to speak for a while."

"The slave heard about it, but the slave was very worried," Si'er said with trepidation. I have heard that people often get summoned by the emperor, and that is called favor. As a pampered result, why was he imprisoned in the prison of Kaifeng Mansion again and again?

"You don't understand."

"Shall we go home?" Si'er said again. It's still good in Zhengzhou, calm and calm.

"There are still a few days," Zheng Lang said, if he wants to paint this long scroll well, he can't just paint the old lady and Concubine Li Chen, but also some other characters, such as Song Zhenzong or Liu Mei, who are all dead, and we have to see their portraits. and some of the palace maids who served her in the palace, these palace maids are also old, and they are rejuvenated one by one, so that they can successfully draw the picture of the life of the two queen mothers. By the way, in the past few days, playing the piano for the little emperor and soothing the little emperor's sad mood can be regarded as his own repayment to him.

"Why? Isn't the provincial test canceled? Si'er said again with resentment, if the provincial test is canceled, he will go back at that time, what about it?

"You still don't understand," Zheng Lang said, although he was locked up for a few days, he didn't suffer much, but he cleared the biggest obstacle in his career. It's worth it!

However, Jiang Xing'er was more sensible, and said on the side: "Sister Si'er, don't be afraid, Your Majesty is still reasonable." If Da Lang is afraid now, how will he be an official in the future? ”

"Apricot, you said it in a word!" Zheng Lang laughed, hugged the two little beautiful girls, and returned to the room. In ancient times, when I came out of the prison cell, there were also some etiquettes, such as changing my clothes and taking a bath, etc., to get rid of bad luck.

Jiang Xing'er was boiling water for Zheng Lang, preparing to let Zheng Lang bathe, when suddenly the shopkeeper Yan had a big belly, ran in quickly, and said breathlessly: "Zheng Jieyuan, Zheng Jieyuan, hurry up and prepare, the eight kings are here." ”