"It's a good job."

The young emperor in the imperial study held a scroll of landscape paintings in one hand and touched his chin in the other.

In the hollow incense burner of the gilded auspicious dragon orb, the smoke of the agarwood incense curled up, and there was silence in all directions.

The chief eunuch guarding the door, Fu'an, quietly glanced at the inner room, and the emperor who had recently stood was sitting behind a pile of bookcases, with a slender figure, a handsome face, a bright yellow nine-clawed dragon robe lined with majestic momentum, and his always calm and waveless face had no clear meaning, so that people could not see anything.

It's just that the good-looking Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, and they smiled secretly. The old fox probed the mind of the Long Live Lord, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Xiao Huazi, who was on an errand this time, is good, and he is looking for an opportunity to mention the experience of the royal come.......

"Take a look, and think about whose poem it should be titled for me." The Emperor asked.

A man next to the bookcase stood with his hands behind his back, his figure was long and straight, his face was as cold as autumn frost, he was cold and inviolable in a dark clothes, and he squinted at the painting.

A pair of rice paper rolls horizontally, the towering mountain reaches into the sky, and the mountain is a pitch-black cloud, brewing rain; The showers poured into the turbulent pool, and the vigorous pine wind bent over, and the breath of depression jumped on the paper.

The Emperor stretched out his hand and took the seal and knocked it on the painting, and then opened his mouth again:

"Do you know Mr. Yu Lin? Newly popped characters. As soon as the painting came out, it aroused the popularity of literati in the capital. Nowadays, his paintings are unique and hard to find, and there are many imitations in the market to raise the market price. I was curious, so I instructed the people below to inquire carefully. You know what? He was the teacher I worshipped when I was a prince, a close disciple of Lou Ying! He can also be regarded as my fellow disciple. ”

The man listened to a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said with a bit of teasing: "Brother Chen remembers that Lou Lao is a member of the Wu faction, and his paintings are famous all over the world, but in the early years, he sealed the pen and no longer accepted apprentices. Why is this painting not as delicate and plain as the ordinary Wu School works, but there is a bit of a strong and majestic meaning. Brother Huang, you shouldn't have been blinded, right? ”

"This Mr. Yu Lin is unique in this style of painting! The broad brush landscape painting is vigorous and concise, not as delicate and beautiful as other literati paintings.

Although the teacher is a member of the Wu faction, it is not impossible for the teacher to have an epiphany in the mountains and rivers to have an epiphany! ”

The man didn't refute when he heard this, but just sneered: This old man is not kind! Back then, knowing that the identity of the imperial brother was not simple, he still accepted it, and he just accepted the apprentice, and he actually hid a hand and didn't teach it to the imperial brother! The royal brother was obsessed with landscape painting back then, and devoted himself to practicing painting skills in Loushan Academy. This Yu Lin, the level of painting is far above the royal brother, and the rising star is blue, no wonder the royal brother Baba has to run to inquire.

At this moment, the royal brother must be depressed in his heart, but he still refuses to show half a point on his face, he is inconvenient to debunk, so he can only hold back his laughter, and straighten up the right color to bypass the topic.

"The courtier is a coarse man, and he does not understand these noble things; In the disdain of his younger brothers, he thought that Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sending North" was worthy of this painting. ”

In a trance, thousands of memories and emotions poured in, and finally converged into that sentence: Jun asked that the return date is not due, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pool.

The emperor's face slowly appeared with a slight smile, and he nodded in agreement.

"Lao Jiu, you always say that your literary style is contemptuous, but I don't think so, your poem is wonderful."