Tears were rolling in Jia's eyes, and he held back, staring at me for a long time.

I sighed and said, "I am only seven years old now, I don't have to wronged myself too much for others, I understand your suffering!" Before the words fell, Congjia fell on my lap and began to sob.

Thinking about it, his tears have only been accumulated for a long time, there is too much love and nostalgia for his family, and there are even more grievances and worries because his brother does not allow it, a seven-year-old child, bearing such pressure and hurt alone, it is really difficult for him!

I gently stroked his back and let him cry happily, if he held it any longer, I was afraid that sooner or later he would be sick. When he was almost vented, I patted him gently and said, "Congjia, there are a few words I want to say to you!" ”

He raised his face, sniffed, and said, "Mother, it's okay to say." ”

I wiped the tears from his face with a handkerchief and smiled calmly: "Poetry is written, piano is painted, Taoguang is obscure, and its edge can be protected." From Jia, in the future, you only need to follow your heart and go your own way of life. ”

He was stunned, and said, "Niangniang, what you say sounds like a book from heaven." ”

"Hehe, then it's the right to be on time!"

He rubbed his nose with his fingers, and suddenly grinned a big smile, and said, "That is the secret of Congjia and Niangniang." ”

"yes, okay." I raised my hand and high-fived him.

"What are you doing?" Xuan Zhe took the pen and ink and came with Ming'er.

"Sister!" Ming'er saluted and asked, "Just now you asked the eldest prince to call me, I don't know what to order?" ”

"This is the sixth prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty," I smiled at Ming'er, "I originally thought that I would ask you to pick some petals and go back to sew pillows." ”

"Well, then I'll pick it now." Ming'er said, turning around to leave.

"Wait, Sister Ming'er." Xuan Zhe called Ming'er and said, "You help me lay the rice paper and then go." ”

"Does the saint want to copy?" I saw that he was full of pen and ink, and I thought he was going to paint.

"Back to the mother, I'm here to come to the post." Xuan Zhe said to me: "I just saw the plum petals flying here, and suddenly I was interested, so I ......"

"I don't know what kind of post Xuan Zhe is coming from?" I came over from Jia, and it seemed that I was also interested.

"Lishu, Linyao Chongkou." Xuan Zhe raised his eyebrows, full of confidence.

"Lishu is flattened and square, stretching left and right; Left wave right stump, silkworm head swallowtail. In the previous dynasty, Han Zemu, Shi Weize, Cai Youlin, and Li Chao were called the four. Xuan Zhe, you are really good! Congjia nodded.

"You're not bad," Xuan Zhe saw that Congjia was right, and was a little unconvinced, "I see that you still have some knowledge." Dare to ask you what you are posting? ”

"Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenliao, Liu Gongquan, Zhang Xu, I don't like all of them, the recent Liu Gongquan post." From Jiahui Road.

Poor born in the emperor's family! The two seven-year-old children in front of them are so old-fashioned and old-fashioned when they talk to each other, and they don't see any innocence.

"In this way, you should also have some skills, you might as well come to everyone to enjoy it." Xuan Zhe instructed Ming'er to lay out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and made an invitation gesture to Congjia.

Congjia does not push back, full of thick ink, lifting the pen and sinking the wrist, and moving the pen freely. I saw that his words were thin and powerful, not like a seven-year-old child's writing, "big characters are like cutting bamboo, and small characters are like poly needles and nails", Xuan Zhe was stunned on the side, and naturally had to take it.

I watched with great interest as the two of them wrote, asking a question or two from time to time, and before I knew it, the sun had set.

Just as he was happy, he suddenly saw the inner supervisors of the Chongguang Hall coming in a group, as if they were looking for someone. I thought that Congjia was afraid that he had left the envoy by himself and ran into the Peony Garden.

I was so happy that I forgot to call people to pass through, I am afraid that Baoyuan is looking for these six princes everywhere here, and I am busy instructing the palace people to carefully escort Congjia to Baoyuan side hall.

When I left the prison, I looked back several times and waved goodbye to me, and I was deeply impressed by the versatile, sensitive and introverted seven-year-old child in front of me.

The next day, the Tang State came to the banquet on the night of Baoyuan, and I was the only one among the concubines to attend. According to him, my attendance this time was all at the invitation of the six princes of the Tang Kingdom, and several national hand painters from the Hanlin Painting Institute of the Great Shu Kingdom were also present.

In this way, today's banquet can be regarded as a rare feast of calligraphy and painting! For a moment, I was overjoyed.

I vaguely remember, the history books record. In the second year of Mingde (935), Meng Chang founded the first Chinese painting academy in Chinese history, "Hanlin Painting Academy", and Huang Quan, the first painter of Shu at that time, was the director of the academy (that is, the president).

It is said that at the age of seventeen, Huang Zhen became a first-class painter of the former Shu Hanlin Chinese Painting Academy. After the former Shu was destroyed, Gaozu awarded him the edict of Hanlin and the right of Hanlin to be painted. Bao Yuan ascended the throne, and gave him a purple gold fish bag, and added officials such as deputy envoys to Beijing. Now he and his sons Huang Jubao and Huang Juhuan are all working in the Xishu Painting Academy.

Listening to Bao Yuan, in addition to Huang Quan's father and son, there are also Zhao Dexuan, Zhao Zhongyi and his son, Pu Shixun, Pu Yanchang and his son, Ruan Zhizhi, Ruan Weide and his son, as well as Gao Congyu, Li Wencai and others, all of whom were outstanding figures in the Xishu painting circle at that time.

Bao Element Xi Danqing, I have long known this, since I entered the palace, I have been forced by him to be a model for him to copy.

The painters who attended today's banquet also have their own strengths, Zhao Dexuan grew up in the pavilion, Huang Quan is good at flowers, birds, grasses and insects, Pu Shixun is good at painting water, and Ruan Zhizhi specializes in ladies.

It seems that I will be able to open my eyes today, to be honest, I have always wanted to meet Huang Quan, because in my mind he is a strange person.

In the first month of the seventh year of Guangzheng (944), Huang Quan led the order to paint six cranes on the wall of the side hall. That Huang Quan once learned birds and birds from Diao Guangyin, learned landscapes from Li Sheng, and learned ink and bamboo from Sun Wei.

The six cranes he painted in the side hall are exquisite, "the body is alive, and there are healers". Or grooming, or whole feathers, or chirping, or crossing, or frightened, or pecking moss, only vivid, feathers expressive. Bao Yuan took me to watch that day, coincided with Xuan Zhe naughty, hugged the real crane into the hall together, did not think that the real crane saw the work on the wall, actually thought that he had a companion, flew in front of the painting, and chirped.

Bao Yuan was overjoyed when he saw this, and was amazed, and he praised it again and again, so he gave this hall the name of the Six Crane Palace.

The place where the feast is eaten today is in the Hall of the Six Cranes.

When Bao Yuan and I arrived, the envoys of the Southern Tang Dynasty and all the painters had already arrived. Everyone was noisy for a while, sat down to talk and laugh, and talked about wine.

From the Jiajian Painting Academy, all the outstanding people arrived, and they talked around happily, and talked enthusiastically with Huang Jubao and Huang Juhuan about the skills of flowers, bamboos, and danqing.

During the banquet, I heard that Huang Zhen Mozhu was a must, and he was overjoyed from Jia Daxi and asked for advice bluntly. And on the spot ink painting bamboo, without Danqing, bamboo meaning bamboo love jumped on the paper. Even Huang Zhen was full of praise after tasting it, and he was surprised and applauded.

A very ordinary night banquet, in the end, it was turned into a calligraphy and painting feast by this small Congjia. Afterwards, Bao Yuan sighed that Tang Yuanzong had a son who was so outstanding that he could create a prosperous era of Tang culture.

More than ten years later, this child must be a white-shirted shadow with an outstanding demeanor. I sincerely sigh from the bottom of my heart, Li Congjia, Li Congjia, although you can't achieve a generation of Ming Jun, you are a well-deserved uncrowned king in the history of lyrics and music through the ages.