In Wenjing Pavilion, Yang Jian carefully brought the stove. The more the year ended, he couldn't get rid of it.

The official family was in a bad mood these days, and the palace became deserted; Yang Jian was even more careful in serving him and did not dare to neglect the slightest.

Carefully put down the warmer, tiptoed to the side, and in front of the imperial desk, four old men in plain clothes sat cross-legged, facing Zhao Ji from afar.

Yang Jian was called the inner minister. Whether in the palace or outside the palace, everyone had to bow respectfully when they saw him and called him father-in-law in a regular manner. However, in front of these four old men in plain clothes, Yang Jian seemed shorter and did not dare to be arrogant in front of them.

The painting art of the Song Dynasty was more prosperous than that of the Tang Dynasty, and the imperial family rewarded painting art and received favorable benefits from painters. No one was as good as that of the Song Dynasty. Since the late Lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty had set up a painting academy to serve as a waiter and a waiter, the officials who only waited for the emperor were treated preferentially. By the Song Dynasty, the scale was expanded and the Hanlin Painting Academy was established to gather painters from all over the world. Because of their talents, they were given official ranks such as waiting for the emperor, waiting for the arts, painting studies, students, and worship. They often ordered the paintings to be presented with silk fans, and the excellent ones were allowed to paint palaces and temples.

After Zhao Ji ascended the throne, Zhao Ji loved art and was particularly fond of painting. In the early years of Huizong, because there was nothing to do in all directions and the inner treasury was full, he gave the Hanlin Academy of Calligraphy and Painting.

Before Huizong, although excellent painters could be officials and were granted the title of "Pretty, only waiting, and studying", they could only wear purple but not wearing fish, to show the distinction between painters and officials of the imperial examination. When Zhao Ji ascended the throne, Zhao Ji quickly abolished this system and allowed the official positions of the Calligraphy and Painting Academy to wear fish, to demonstrate their prominent status.

In the Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, it is divided into a painting academies, academies, and academies. Among them, the Academy of Painting is the most respected by Zhao Ji. Every other month, Zhao Ji always ordered officials of the Academy of Painting to come to the palace and Jin to meet. It should be noted that whether this official is prominent or not, the key is whether he can see the beauty of heaven. Even those officials with high positions and powers have been unable to meet the saints for several years. When they meet the eunuchs who serve the officials, they can only greet them with a smile.

When the Painting Academy receives this honor, it naturally has a transcendent position. When the officials of the two governments and three departments see it, they will never dare to offend them easily.

Among the several painters here, the old man in a black suit is the most noble. The man was named Zhao Lingrang, who is the fifth-generation grandson of Taizu. As a royal family, he has a good relationship with Zhao Ji since childhood. Both of them love calligraphy and painting, so they have a very close relationship. Sometimes when various states send fresh fruits and fruits, Zhao Ji frowned and would ask, "Has Brother Rang sent it there?"

Rang Ge'er is Zhao Lingrang's nickname. Although Zhao Ji and Zhao Lingrang are both older, they have been called to this day.

If the eunuch replied: "I have already taught someone to send the Pegasus to the Duke of Rongjun." Zhao Ji was overjoyed and would taste the fruits and vegetables in high spirits; but if someone said that it had not been sent yet, Zhao Ji sighed: "I asked someone to send the Pegasus, don't delay it."

Such a holy family is also very rare among the royal family. Not only are the two close relationships, but what Zhao Ji admires is Zhao Lingrang's painting skills. However, today Zhao Lingrang and the students came to the painting academy, but his eyebrows were deeply condensed, and his expression seemed to be dazed.

Zhao Ji smiled, fell on everyone's eyes, raised his chin and said, "Brother Rang, have you seen the painting I sent?"

Zhao Lingrang came back to his senses and said respectfully: "Report to Your Majesty, I have already read it."

Zhao Ji comforted the case and said, "How?"

Zhao Lingrang smiled bitterly and said, "The painting style is open and the brushwork is exquisite, so it is better for me."

Zhao Ji shook his head disapprovingly: "I am not as good as me. Rang Ge'er's painting skills are between him and Zhongbo. Today I call you here to bring reinforcements. I have been paintings for a lifetime, but I lost to the hands of an unknown painter. It's really disheartening, ah..." He sighed and said with a serious look: "With all the families here, I have no worries. Do you have any paintings in your family recently? Show them to me."

Zhao Lingrang said, "I have a new work, please let Your Majesty take a look." While speaking, he gave Yang Jian a wink. Yang Jian nodded and turned around and went out. After a while, he held a painting and carefully unfolded it in front of the imperial case. He smiled and said, "Your Majesty is the most popular painting of Duke Rong County. Your Majesty is uneasy these days, and after reading Duke Rong County, he might be happy. Today is the end of the New Year, and even if you are an ordinary person, you will abandon all troubles and have passed this year well, let alone Your Majesty's Nine Five Lords. Even if there is a huge thing, you have to wait until the New Year is over."

He took this opportunity to say something pleasant, just to use Zhao Lingrang to relax the official family.

Zhao Ji laughed indeed and said angrily: "You servant, you ask you to take the painting and take the painting. How could you say so much?"

Zhao Lingrang took the opportunity to say, "Your Majesty, what Eunuch Yang said is not unreasonable. You should naturally worry about family affairs and national affairs, but Your Majesty must also pay attention to your health."

Zhao Jihe nodded and said, "I remember what Brother Rang said." Then he looked down at the painting on the desk.

This painting is called "Orange, Yellow, Orange, Green Picture". The picture shows the Jiangnan region that is in autumn. The heat has disappeared and the cold winter has not arrived. It is the most refreshing and pleasant season of the year. The gurgling streams lightly and curved across the vast fog. The orange trees on both sides are planted in forests, and the fragrant yellow fruits are green, like the stars on the ground. The air is filled with a slight sweetness, attracting a group of water birds, wandering freely between the shores. The quiet and hazy scenery.

"What a great person to enter the south of the autumn river, what a great person to be an orange forest." Zhao Ji couldn't help but applaud the table, and said with a gaze: "Brother Rang is good at painting small scenery in the rivers and lakes, with elegant and beautiful painting style. This orange-yellow orange-green picture is a masterpiece, not inferior to that painter."

Although Zhao Lingrang used color to dot leaves and painted oranges with the lines of oranges, but the lines were not accurate enough, the faint softness in the painting made people feel leisurely and fascinated. At first glance, it was like being in the orange forest. The wind blew the orange leaves rustled, and the streams in the distance were gurgling. The open-minded artistic conception made people feel relaxed and happy.

Zhao Lingrang smiled and said, "Your Majesty is a mischievous one."

Zhao Ji put away the painting and said with a smile: "Brother Rang doesn't have to be too humble." As he said that, he cheered up and asked Yang Jian to say: "Pack up the painting, frame it, and then teach Ziheng to send the painting over. I want to see how the painter deals with it."

Yang Jian immediately took the painting and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Princess Qinghe has been banned by the prince, saying that she had pulled out the flowers planted by the princess and taught her not to go out and make trouble in the future."

Zhao Lingrang smiled and said, "Hey, no wonder he hasn't seen her in the Painting Academy these days."

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "Then he should send an order to teach her to send paintings."

Yang Jianhe nodded: "I'll go to the royal palace now."

Zhao Ji said again: "Has Concubine Xian set out to Qiguo Duke's Mansion?"

Yang Jian said: "The Feng Jia is ready. Concubine Xian and Emperor Kang Shu have also put on makeup, just waiting for His Majesty's grace." The so-called Emperor is a princess. Not long ago, the imperial court imitated the title of "Wang Ji" in the Zhou Dynasty and announced that they would all be called "Princess" as "Emperor's Queen". Therefore, although the public still calls it princess, it has been changed to the Emperor's Queen in the official position.

Zhao Jihe nodded and sighed: "She has been in the palace for ten years, and it is difficult for her to pass on my oral orders, tell her to leave the palace, prepare more Cheng Yi, and be more grand."

Yang Jian agreed, but suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Emperor Ning'an has also clamored to leave the palace with Concubine Xian these days, saying that he wanted to be a companion with Concubine Xian."

Speaking of Ning'an Emperor, Zhao Ji frowned deeply, but sighed and said in a daze: "She is so weak, why don't she rest well?"

Zhao Lingrang suddenly said, "Your Majesty, Ning An is weak, I'm afraid he didn't walk around too much. He occasionally went out of the palace to see him. Maybe he was in a cheerful mood and the disease would be cured a little."

Zhao Ji smiled bitterly and said anxiously: "Okay, I'll teach you to serve me for a long time, don't let her suffer from cold."

Yang Jian nodded and went quickly.

In the Duke's mansion, servants kept coming to report: "Feng Jia has left the palace." After a moment, I came to report: "Feng Jia has passed Yong'anfang."

The report raised everyone's hearts. Zhou Zhengwei started to walk back and forth in the main hall, sometimes raising his eyes, but he was confused. Sometimes he said to his wife: "Are you ready for etiquette and welcome things?" The wife said yes, and after a moment, she asked again: "I'll go to welcome the car later. Should everyone in the house go, or teach some people to avoid it? I'm afraid that the Virtuous Concubine will be abrupt."

The lady smiled: "Master, you are not so arrogant. What's wrong with today? Sit down and have a tea."

Zhou Zheng sat down blankly, his eyes fell on Shen Ao again: "Shen Ao, I remember something."

Shen Ao laughed in his heart. His uncle usually looked like a mountain of Tai collapsed before him and his expression remained unchanged. Today, he was like an ant in a hot pan, and he could not easily see it. He hurriedly said, "Please tell me, uncle."

Zhou Zheng said: "I know the most about Huai Niang's character. When she comes later, she will definitely not talk to me, and the wife will definitely not be able to speak. However, news came from the palace to ask you, that at that time, you, as a nephew, have to accompany her well and don't teach her to be uneasy."
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