Chapter 402: The Land of the Mountains

Thousands of thin silks rippled in the air, covering the veil in a hazy way; first, the silky light rain fell from the air, covering Bianjing with white veil like cicada wings.

The raindrops are very thin and dense, like the willow catkins floating in spring, lingering in strands. In an instant, the raindrops were connected into lines. With a "wow", the heavy rain poured down from the sky like the sky collapsed. The heavy rain came as soon as it came, and as the strong wind blew, countless dead grass and leaves rolled up.

Outside Zhengde Gate, the silence was full of people. The imperial guards drove them away, and they turned back. After repeated repetition, they could not disperse.

The matter has its beginning, and it is not so easy to end. The students' anger is completely stirred up at this moment. In the heavy rain, they knelt on the white jade bricks and stones one by one.

The scene is surprisingly strange, but at this moment, two figures came over in the distance in the heavy rain. They wore straw raincoats and walked hard in the rain. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky. Someone wiped the mist in front of him and recognized the person.

"Chen Ao is here..."

"He is Chen Ao? Humph, the so-called talented man in Bian Jing who was timid in the Imperial College? In my opinion, he is just like that."

"What should people like this do? Look at him wearing a straw raincoat and not getting any water on his body, I guess he has been having a happy life these days!"

Whispering with the thunder sound, Chen Ao strided straight through the kneeling classmates and students, stepped on the water to Zhengde Gate, saluted to the imperial guard at the door, and said, "I am Chen Ao, I have a painting to present to the emperor. Can the general pass it on to him?"

The leader of the imperial guard looked at Chen Ao up and down, thinking: "So he is Chen Ao?" He did not dare to neglect Chen Ao's name was often associated with Duke Qi Guo, Yang Jian and others. Everyone knew that this person had long been a celebrity in front of the official family. He hurriedly smiled and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, I don't know what kind of painting it is?"

Chen Ao said: "It's time for the general to present it." He pulled out the paintblock from the straw raincoat and handed it to the leader of the imperial guard: "Please, General."

"Scholar Chen is young." The leader of the imperial guard did not dare to delay, so he quickly held the painting tube and entered the palace in the rain.

Chen Ao stood in the Zhengde gate, slurping the rain on his body, looking out the door, the students who were kneeling down looked at him at this moment, with anger, confusion, contempt, and all the same eyes; he smiled and ignored it.

Many people were already full of righteous indignation, and Chen Ao walked over. Some people had expectations for him, thinking that he would return to the wrong path and wanted to write a book with them. But they came to offer paintings. The floods in the south of the Yangtze River were a disaster, and countless people could not eat or cover their stomachs, and their wives and children were separated overnight. Chen Ao still had the leisure to offer paintings! It was so shameless, shameless.

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Zhao Ji was in Wenjing Pavilion. Because it was raining, the weather turned colder. A charcoal basin was lit in the pavilion. A little eunuch was holding a fire tong to stir up the fire. Several palace lanterns were illuminating. Zhao Ji was lying absent-mindedly, lying on the latest issue of Suiya Weekly.

Although he was careless, his heart was turbulent. The Liao envoy's affairs had just made him feel happy for a few days, but the subsequent disasters in Jiangnan West Road made him feel sad again.

Everyone has compassion, so is Zhao Ji an exception? After hearing the disaster, Zhao Ji would not stand by and watch, but was just thinking about Hua Shigang. In addition, Wang Fu and others understood his feelings and made several memorials about false reports on the disaster on the West Road in Jiangnan, which made it difficult for him to make a decision. But, a group of students started to make a fuss.

In the Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji treated scholars preferentially, whether they were supervising students or supervising students. Zhao Ji asked himself that he was treating them well, especially the supervising students. He knew that most of them were poor and had to ask about their current situation every now and then. If it rained, he would say that the weather was so cold, so he would teach people to send some clothes. Don’t let some cold students freeze. The weather was too hot, and he would ask people to buy some fruits to reduce heat. Zhao Ji never expected that the first person who stood up to oppose him and did not give him any face at all was these supervising students.

It's so unreasonable, it's simply outrageous. I treat them like this, but how could they have ever cared about me? The countless joint memorials written on the bus were moved to Zhao Ji's imperial case. Zhao Ji's rebelliousness arose. The more the students asked for disaster relief, Zhao Ji, who had originally planned to allocate some money from the treasury, immediately changed his mind. Aren't you going to provide disaster relief? I just delay the time. Let's see what you can do? I just don't let you do it!

But when Wang Fu and others resigned, Zhao Ji suddenly became extremely sensible. He smelled a trace of danger, a possibility that authority was shaken! The dignified young master, several ministers and bachelors, were criticized by a group of students, and they were so scared that they wanted to resign. What kind of power is this? Who is manipulating behind these students?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ji felt cold all over his body, and an indescribable bone-bone chill that made him unable to sleep all night.

I can't indulge myself anymore. Today they can force the young master to leave. Will I be hindered by them tomorrow?

But who can take charge of the overall situation? The first thing Zhao Ji thought of was Cai Jing, so he issued an order overnight to summon Cai Jing to the court. When Grand Master Cai was in the past, I handed over all the state affairs to him, and the world was peaceful. Now Grand Master Cai has retired, but troubles are coming one after another. Only Grand Master Cai can defend this country for me!

Zhao Ji sighed, threw the weekly magazine in front of the couch, turned over and sat up, and said to Yang Jian beside him: "Have all the students outside retreated?"

Yang Jian didn't dare to show his anger today. He knew the temperament of the official family too well. The more casual the official family pretended to be, the worse he was in a bad mood. At this time, he would be in trouble. He lowered his eyebrows and said with a pleasing look: "Your Majesty, the students have been dispersed, but they are back."

"Oh, I understand." Zhao Ji smiled, smiling calmly, with a bit of coldness.

"It's so heavy today." Zhao Ji continued slowly, "Go and push the window open. I want to see the rain."

Yang Jian did not dare to disobey, so he went to push the window himself, and a cold wind blew in, which made Yang Jian shiver. Although the palace lanterns in the pavilion were covered with gauze, they also swayed rapidly with the cold wind and then went out.

"The students have not left such rain yet?" Zhao Ji looked at the storm outside the window and murmured in a low voice.

It was at this moment that a hurry came, and an eunuch pushed open the empty door and knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Shen presents a painting of calligraphy and painting..."

"Shen Ao?" Zhao Ji's eyes lit up, his mood suddenly became lighter, and he waved: "Present the painting."

The eunuch held the painting tube, uncovered the lid, pulled out a roll of paintings wrapped in oil paper, tore it apart, and walked carefully to the imperial desk and spread the paintings on it.

When Zhao Ji calmed down, he was stunned. This was not a painting, but a blank space. The top of the white paper was a big character with flying dragons and phoenixes. It was written with five words: "The map of the mountains and mountains" and there was also an inscription at the whereabouts, which read "Students Chen Ao Jin and Jin Yu Lan" several fly-headed small regular scripts.

The paintings sent by Chen Ao were actually blank...

Zhao Ji frowned and said, "Did Huaer give it wrong? Where is Chen Ao now?"

The eunuch said: "I am waiting outside Zhengde Gate."

Zhao Ji said, "Call him in, hurry..." There was a little impatient in his words.

"The country is vast, but it is blank. I don't know what the hein and arrogance are selling for? I want to ask him personally." Zhao Ji thought to himself, and his mind was attracted by the running script on the drawing paper. Putting aside the painting, the calligraphy of the painting name and inscriptions is good. The brushwork is strong and graceful, and it has the meaning of official script, which makes Zhao Ji love it when he sees it.

"Student Chen Ao, I have seen Your Majesty." At some point, Chen Ao entered the pavilion. He seemed to have just removed the straw raincoat and was still stained with some rain. He bowed deeply to Zhao Ji. This time, Chen Ao called Zhao Ji Your Majesty, and he had ulterior motives.

Zhao Ji was still immersed in the calligraphy, and said no, waved to Chen Ao: "Come on, I think this calligraphy is quite interesting. The brushwork is a bit like Ouyang Xun, but the style of the brushwork is different. How did you realize it?"

Chen Ao walked closer and looked at it, and said with a smile: "On a stormy night..."

"Hmm?" Zhao Ji looked at Chen Ao with a stern face, meaning that he was threatening him not to talk nonsense.

Chen Ao had no choice but to say embarrassedly: "It came out as I wrote it. Your Majesty wants to ask the students how to understand it, but the students themselves don't know it."

Zhao Jihe nodded and suddenly said angrily: "I ask you, since you are offering a painting, why is this painting a piece of white paper? Are you trying to deceive the emperor?"

Chen Ao hurriedly said: "Students dare not. The students originally wanted to make a painting to the emperor, but when they wanted to start writing, they were trampling..."

"Oh? Why is this?"

Chen Ao said: "There is a big problem for thousands of miles of land. What kind of virtue does a student have? How can he write a pen?"

Zhao Ji was sad and said to himself, "You are right, this is really hard to start writing about the country."

Chen Ao said seriously: "Students can't write, but if the world says that they can find this painting, I'm afraid that the only one will be His Majesty."

Zhao Ji pondered for a moment, but shook his head: "I am only good at flowers and birds, and thousands of miles of land... I am afraid that it will make people laugh at me if I really paint it." He was not afraid at all, and he had no airs when talking about painting.

Chen Ao shook his head: "Your Majesty is wrong. The student heard that the emperor's anger is a million corpses, bleeding and drifting. The emperor's kindness is to maintain peace and prosperity, and the people are safe. Isn't Your Majesty's joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness, just to make a map of the country and the country?"

Zhao Ji looked at Chen Ao deeply, sat back on the Yukong, and said with a calm face: "It turns out that Chen Ao is here to be a lobbyist."

Chen Ao said seriously: "The students are not here to be lobbyists, but just want to ask His Majesty for painting skills. For example, should this map of thousands of miles apart, or be happy? This painting is only in Your Majesty's heart. With a single thought, the painting can make this painting look different. The students have some friendship with Your Majesty, so they also understand some of His Majesty's character."

Some people in this world dare to say that they understand the emperor's character, but Chen Ao is the only one in this family. Zhao Ji was inspired by his words. Who dared to say this to him in person in the past? But Chen Ao not only said it, but also said it smoothly and calmly, just like chatting with an old friend, without any restraint.

Zhao Ji felt a little moved. Others feared him, feared him, flattered him, but in this world, there was no other person who treated him like Chen Ao as a friend.

"Okay, what do you think I am?" Zhao Ji calmly became calm and relaxed all of a sudden, leaving many troubles behind.

Chen Ao said: "Your Majesty is generous and sincere to others, and he is a good person."

There is absolutely no exaggeration in this sentence. In terms of character alone, Zhao Ji is indeed not bad, but as an emperor, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a foolish monarch; but in many cases, good people are not necessarily wise monarchs, and bad people are not necessarily foolish monarchs.

The last sentence was a good person, which made Zhao Ji laugh. He had heard that the straight ministers criticized him for being a gentleman, believing in villains, and being a foolish monarch; he heard more about the words of our emperor, such as wise, benevolent and martial, but no one had ever told him a good person.

Zhao Ji said: "Okay, even if I am a good person, then you don't have to go around the corner. What do you want to teach me?"

Chen Ao smiled and said, "Relief to the victims!"

Zhao Ji's face suddenly changed and he said unhappily: "I have thought about it myself. You are a bachelor's degree, so you don't have to worry about these things."

Chen Ao said seriously: "It is precisely because the students are the bachelor's attendant and are responsible for accompanying Your Majesty to write and write, that's why there is something to say. Your Majesty wants to paint thousands of miles of land and to paint a scene of peace and peace in the world. Now that the river is flooded, if there is no relief, it will be hungry everywhere. Can Your Majesty's lenientness be used only for those close to you? The students know in their hearts that Your Majesty is not unkind, but unwilling to fulfill the wishes of those students under Zhengde's school. But Your Majesty thinks about it, just because Your Majesty is angry for a moment and wants to make the paintings in Jiangnan appear tragic. How can the students not ignore it as the students attending the calligraphy and painting academy?"

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I had a little cold today, so I had a little late and it was fine soon. By the way, it was easy to catch a cold this day, so everyone should pay attention to their health.
Chapter completed!