Seeing Zheng Zhi coming, Zhao Ji turned around and smiled, "General Zheng, come and take a look at this painting."

At this time, Zhao Ji had no anger at all in the court just now, and seemed to be in a good mood. Even Zheng Zhi was much more relaxed and started to greet him.

When Zheng Zhi raised his head again, the five-meter-long scroll in front of him came into his eyes, and he looked very familiar.

After a few more glances, Zheng Zhi looked very surprised. Zheng Zhi never knew the way of paintings at all, but Zheng Zhi recognized the painting in front of him.

Zhao Ji saw Zheng Zhi waiting for the painting to be so fascinated, and looked surprised and smiled, "General Zheng, what is the skill of this painting?"

Zheng Zhi, who came back to his senses, quickly replied: "It is vivid and meticulous. It is really a living painting of Bianjing, bringing the entire Bianliang city gate to life."

"Haha... This "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was written by a man named Zhang Zeduan in the painting academy. He just handed it over to me to see it. This Zhang Zeduan is not famous. It really took a lot of thought to draw this masterpiece." Zhao Ji obviously just saw it, and this painting method is also new.

Zheng Zhi heard the words and hurriedly said, "This painting is the best in the world!"

This sentence is not flattery, but what Zheng Zhi thought in his heart. This "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was a priceless treasure in later generations, and everyone praised it. Even Zheng Zhi, who had never been exposed to paintings, had seen pictures of this painting countless times.

When Zhao Ji heard this, he glanced at Zheng Zhi and then smiled and said, "General Zheng only knows poetry and does not understand paintings. This painting is better than novelty and his skills are not bad, but it is too far from the best in the world. Look at these buildings, most of them are horizontal and vertical, and then these peddlers are too realistic. Although their skills are extremely high, their layout is too small and realistic, they have fallen below the level. Many people who paint peddlers and pawns have fallen below the level. They can only be used as playthings, and they cannot be seen by everyone."

Zheng Zhi was stunned when he heard this. He really didn't expect that Zhao Ji would comment on this painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" in this way, which was a completely different evaluation from later generations.

However, Zheng Zhi didn't know that "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was a ruler painting and skillful painting in this era. It could not be seen by everyone. Only the excellence of skills and novelty made Zhao Ji watch it for a long time. It was also because of the skills and novelty, and the thought spent in the painting that touched Zhao Ji, and he did not abandon it like a worn-out shoe.

This "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" is a street photo of this era, and in Zhao Ji's opinion, he lost a sense of artistic feeling.

Zheng Zhi naturally didn't understand these things and asked, "I am so dull and I'm learning martial arts. Your Majesty laughed. I don't know what kind of paintings are in your mind?"

Zheng Zhi was really curious and had a good sense of learning. Even Zhao Ji said that this "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was inferior. Zheng Zhi really wanted to see what paintings were considered excellent.

Zhao Ji smiled and turned his sleeves and said, "Whether, let you see what a masterpiece, it is excellent. Take that picture of "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" on it."

After Liang Shicheng bowed his hand, he walked into the compartment in the building. He came back for a while and held a scroll in his hand.

At this time, the eunuchs and maids were even more busy, and the tables were moved from all over the place and spliced ​​together.

Zheng Zhi was not surprised when he looked at this scene. He just looked at a painting. There were more than ten pieces of the table in front of him, all of which were spliced ​​together, and it was as long as more than ten meters.

Liang Shicheng gently placed the scroll on the table, untied the brocade cloth, and slowly spread it out.

Blue, black and white, and light yellow. When you see the mountains stand tall, the river is vast. There are several pavilions and platforms between the strange trees and rocks.

After slowly spreading it a few meters, a torrential atmosphere came straight towards the door, with continuous mountains, water-milling long bridges, and thatched cottages.

Then there is the hermit traveling, the birds sailing. It slowly unfolds, and it is majestic and magnificent.

Zheng Zhi was a little stunned. He had never admired any painting in his two lives. Looking at this again, it made people feel refreshed.

Zheng Zhi's steps slowly moved forward as the scroll unfolded, with scenery everywhere and very attentive everywhere. There were actually people in the world who made such paintings, which was amazing.

Until the scroll stopped, it was already more than ten steps away, and this painting was more than ten meters away.

"General Zheng, how about this painting?" Zhao Ji asked.

Zheng Zhi slowly went back and walked to the beginning of the scroll. He also felt that this painting showed more extraordinary momentum and the pattern in the author's heart than that "photo". He slowly replied: "Your Majesty, this painting is the best in the world. I have gained more knowledge today."

As I replied, I looked at the inscription on the opening. The handwriting was round and plump, and the writing was soft and moderate. It was written by Cai Jing. The content only talked about one thing, that is, the painting was written by an 18-year-old young man named Wang Ximeng.

Zheng Zhi was even more surprised after seeing it. An 18-year-old boy could make such a peerless masterpiece, which could be described as a genius.

Seeing Zheng Zhi reading the postscript, Zhao Ji smiled and said, "General Zheng, this Wang Ximeng can produce this painting, which is not disappointing me to spend half a year to slowly train it, and it is a genius."

Zheng Zhi can't understand, even if Wang Ximeng is Zhao Ji's apprentice. Zhao Ji's words are also showing that if the apprentice is like this, the master will definitely be more clever.

"Your Majesty is so wise. This Wang Ximeng can be trained by Your Majesty himself. I am very lucky in this life. If you can make this picture, you will be remembered forever." Zheng Zhi was not flattering, and he was really impressed at this time.

"The Map of the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" is exiled for hundreds of years. It is also true that it has been preserved in great integrity and can still be admired by people thousands of years later.

Zheng Zhi watched it for a while, but Cai Jing didn't know how to write a postscript. He also wrote a poem in the blank space in the painting. However, the poem was written in an average way, and it was neither the scenery nor the feeling, so I won't repeat it.

Zhao Ji was even more happy when he heard Zheng Zhi's comments and said, "I have looked at thousands of paintings in ancient and modern times, and this picture is unparalleled in the world."

After reading the "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", Liang Shicheng stepped forward and slowly rolled up the scroll of more than ten meters, and looked particularly careful between his hands and feet.

The scroll was packed and the table was removed. Zhao Ji called out paper and pen again, and was already in high spirits, so he wanted to write his own words. He wanted Zheng Zhi to see his methods.

Zheng Zhi stood on one side, his heart slowly calmed down, looking at Zhao Ji who was excited in front of him, and he was extremely chic while splashing ink.

Zheng Zhi has been watching it for a long time, and he has lost much interest in it. Zheng Zhi is not the same as Zhao Ji, and Zheng Zhi is a martial artist after all. He can recite a few poems and all the credits of compulsory education in his previous life. Zheng Zhi can recite a few poems to show off, but he really cannot be a vassal of this kind of elegance.

Zhao Ji summoned Zheng Zhi to come, not talking about state affairs, wars, or official affairs. This is how Zheng Zhi watched him paint, write, and look at his elegant literary talent...

Zheng Zhi's thoughts were no longer as curious and amazed as before. Standing behind him, he looked at Zhao Ji, and suddenly he just wanted to go back and have a few glasses of old wine with Lu Dashijin and others, and have a few casual conversations.

In Zhao Ji's heart, he naturally thought that a literati like Zheng Zhi must have seen his paintings with relish, and he was even more impressed and admired. How could he think of Zheng Zhi's heart? In fact, he was mostly impatient.

After a long time, the masterpiece was completed. It was about three feet long, the osmanthus tree and the bright moon, an excellent ladies tuned micro-pop. On the background, the pavilions and windowsills, and the cold bed, a few wisps of incense lingered.

Zhao Ji put down his brush, picked up a thin pen and wolves, straightened it upright, slightly lifted up the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, and his thin gold body appeared on the paper. It was Zheng Zhi's poem "Langtaosha" yesterday.

After writing, take a private seal in your arms and stamp it.

Spread it on the table and wait for the ink to dry.

"Zheng Qing, come up and take a look." Zhao Ji said, his name had changed from General Zheng to Zheng Qing.

Zheng Zhi waited for a long time, and stood waiting for Zhao Ji to stop writing. Hearing the words, he stepped forward and looked at it for a moment, and said, "Your Majesty's picture is better than "The Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"!"

Zhao Ji laughed loudly when he heard this: "Zheng Qing has such a good eye. This picture was formed in my heart last night. Today, I wrote like a god, and I was unstoppable and finished in one go. The lines were soft and the artistic conception was very consistent with your words, and it was also my best picture this year."

"Your Majesty's calligraphy and painting are both outstanding, and no one can compare to it in the world." Zheng Zhi's flattery was also very casual. He didn't seem to have much thought to appreciate this masterpiece.

When Zhao Ji heard this, he bent over and blew the ink trace that had not yet dried, and said, "This picture is given to you. I hope the general and the battle formation will make new contributions."

It was not until this time that Zheng Zhi heard Zhao Ji finally say something serious, which was to let Zheng Zhi make new contributions in the battle formation. Zheng Zhi had no choice but to answer quickly: "Thank you for your gift, I will do my best to serve the country."

Zhao Ji thought of the battle formation and looked slightly dark. He stood up and asked, "Do you know why there are people in Jiangnan who want to rebel?"

Zhao Ji finally fulfilled his graceful pleasure and only spoke seriously at this time.

Zheng Zhi said bluntly without hesitation: "Fang La raised an uprising, and the banner he raised was to kill Zhu Xie. In the south of the Yangtze River, there were many responders."

Zheng Zhi was not as careful as the civil and military officials in the court. He stood for a long time and was a little impatient. He spoke up and explained the matter thoroughly. When he killed Zhu Xie, wasn’t the hidden truth pointing directly to Hua Shigang?

When Zhao Ji heard the words, he didn't wrinkle, but he seemed not to understand the meaning of Zheng Zhi's words. He asked, "Zhu Xie was in Jiangnan, but did he do something that was angry and resentful?"

Zheng Zhi was stunned for a moment when he heard Zhao Ji's question. He looked up at Zhao Ji. He thought that Zhao Ji hadn't really thought about the matter on him. He just said, "These ministers don't know. Most of them are in Cangzhou and do not understand the matters in Jiangnan, so he dare not make any guesses."

Zheng Zhi had already said this, and Zhao Ji didn't understand anymore, so he asked Zheng Zhi to say it again.

Zhao Ji frowned and slowly rolled up Mo Gan's painting, and naturally thought in his heart. Zhao Ji naturally favored Zhu Xie. Most of this Gen Yue was due to Zhu Xie. However, he didn't know what Zhu Xie had done to attract so much hatred. He thought that he was going to recruit Zhu Xie to Beijing to ask clearly.

After scrolling the painting, Zhao Ji handed it to Zheng Zhi. Zheng Zhi took it with both hands and thanked him again...

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