’, OK… Zhao Zhen said without thinking.

Many strange things happened to this son, and some things are funny to think about. For example, in order to learn the piano, he ran to the temple of Zhiri, the great monk with his zither, and refused to play it. He played it and played it. He moved the monk who was not close to the stranger and was blackmailed for a while. You must know that this great monk didn't even dare to invite his mother, so he would be afraid of making it boring. [..com]

It is also a literary man's elegant thing, so I have to listen to his current piano skills.

He ordered someone to take out a guqin from the palace. The zither is a good zither, but he was not familiar with it. So Zheng Lang tried the audition and did not play other songs. It was just a song "Yangchun", but not the later "Yangchun", but the current ancient song "Yangchun", which was a piece of ancient song "Yangchun" that Lu Cai of the Tang Dynasty once re-songed based on the tune of "White Snow" in the piano music and accompanied by lyrics. It was a little shorter than the "Yangchun" that lasted nearly seven minutes later, but the tune had the meaning of "all things know spring, and the wind was calm."

I don’t know what went wrong, but this is not the case. Zheng Lang took this song to soothe the little emperor’s wounded heart.

The piano skills are still not comparable to Zhiri. They have too much thoughts. They spend very little time on it, but they are not the piano skills they used to show Liu Yong. After practicing for a few years and being guided by Zhiri, Zheng Lang's piano skills are already very impressive. In addition, he is relatively clean, and when he plays this song, it is like a gust of spring breeze blowing for the heavy palace.

"Okay." The little emperor waited for him to finish the song, shouted again and asked, "But "Yangchun"?" Mao guessed, and felt warm after hearing it, so he asked.

"yes."

The little emperor suddenly thought of him playing "White Snow" for Fan Zhongyan in Changting. He didn't understand Zheng Lang's intention, and he didn't have to be the emperor anymore. He was a little moved and didn't know what to say.

Zheng Lang put down the piano and bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I have another request. Can I let me see Empress Li?"

The two empress dowagers were not buried and opened the lid of the coffin, but they could see the remains. It was so simple. The little emperor asked in surprise: "What are you going to do?"

"I want to make a long scroll for the two empress dowagers. My painting skills are not very good, but one thing I may do is better than other painters, that is, photo albums."

So that's it. The little emperor breathed a sigh of relief and heard that he was drawing pictures for Cheng Lin to find a thief. This was a beautiful thing. However, he hesitated and said, "Zheng Jieyuan, you will be wronged..." If he could draw the images of the two mothers well, he could also look at them from time to time, but painting was ultimately a trick, which was done by the "painters" in the painting academy. This will be of great use in the future. Fortunately, the little emperor felt a little disgusted.

"Your Majesty, I am just a disciple at the moment. I can do these things for you, whether you play the piano or paint. Once you pass the provincial examination, it will not work. It is up to me to repay the favors of the Queen Mother and Your Majesty to me."

"This" The little emperor thought of him just now and he was playing "Yangchun" for himself. He threw him into the prison again just because the Eighth Emperor Uncle had not yet concluded. He was even more moved, felt guilty, and didn't know what to say. After thinking about it, he said, "You like some of the secret pavilions in your previous life. I'll let Yan Duzhi take you there and pick a few of them."

Zheng Langxin moved again, but when he thought that the little emperor had been used for a while, he was still grateful. He was very sorry and hesitant and said, "I still can't bear it."

"Why? You just want to reward you with the few suggestions you just now." This time was not the last time, but last time it was because I asked you to write long and short sentences. I couldn't accept it after I was touched by the small path. Now what you are talking about is a major national event.

"Your Majesty, can you forgive me for your courage?"

"Zheng Jieyuan, you can say whatever you want when you see me. Don't mention it again if you don't give you courage. Will you be timid?"

Of course it was a joke, Yan Wenying snickered from the side again. But after laughing, he looked at Zheng Lang with thanks. The little guy has a good conscience. Although His Majesty put him in prison, he was still trying to make His Majesty happy.

"Okay, then I'll say, Your Majesty is kind and I admire you very much." This is not a lie. Zheng Lang has always been in love with this kind of young emperor for two lifetimes and continued to say: "This is my heart, it is affection, and true love is priceless. If you receive your Majesty's reward, this affection will be equivalent to changing the quality, so I will not accept it. Not only will this reward not be accepted, but I will not want Your Majesty to take care of you if I am lucky enough to take the high school entrance exam in my career. The country is a matter of official affairs, and feelings are si matters. If you cannot clearly distinguish the public, the system cannot be perfected. This is not a duty, but a law."

"What a priceless friendship, you are clear about your relationship. Zheng Jieyuan, you... make me feel very guilty." "Your Majesty, as long as your Majesty continues to be kind to the people as before, I will be very satisfied. But Your Majesty, I may be a long scroll. I also ask Your Majesty to issue an order to help me." "Come on." What's wrong with finding a painter to help?

"He is not in the capital, he may be in Zhongnan Mountain, or in Huashan Mountain. Your Majesty sent this person to the palace and walked around. I came to paint characters. He came to paint the background of the palace, so this painting would be more perfect." "Who is this person? There are also some painters in the capital with excellent skills." The little emperor asked curiously. It is easy to find a painter, but Yan Wengui, Gao Keming and others can all take on this responsibility.

"I know that there are many great masters in the capital, but in terms of the skills of painting, only he can be the first in the world. However, this person is indifferent and it is probably not easy to ask him to come out of the mountain." This is also Zheng Lang's little intention. The road to Shaanxi is too far, and the history and book records are not clear, and he still doesn't know where he is. Even if he finds it, he may not meet him. It is better to let the little emperor issue an edict.

He summoned this great god whom he had admired for a long time to Zhengzhou to observe his painting skills openly.

However, observing the face skills is not the main thing. He is the main thing to do when he makes a long-term violence for the young emperor and comfort the young emperor.

"What's this person's name?" The little emperor became interested.

"His name is Fan Kuan."

He was one of the top painters of the Northern Song Dynasty. Zheng Lang once asked Yan Wengui curiously. Yan Wengui thought for most of the day before he thought of this person. He was famous, otherwise Yan Wengui would not have heard of this name if he was far away in the capital. But his fame was not obvious.

It is precisely because his background is a bit low that Su Dongpo looked at his paintings and found faults, saying that his paintings were a bit vulgar and lacked the elegant charm of literati paintings. This is an inexplicable evaluation. People are not a scholar or a literati painting. Just that style is not for you Su Dongpo to see.

Although Mi Fu admired him very much, he found fault. He said that he did not distinguish between earth and stone, which means that he used too much ink, but this is also one of the characteristics of Fan Kuan's paintings. No matter what, if you can't write, you can draw ten times and twenty times better than your Xiaomi.

It was not until the Southern Song Dynasty that Fan Kuan was gradually accepted by more people and received fair evaluations, saying that he, Shi Jinghao and Li Cheng were the three top landscape painting masters in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Therefore, a person becomes famous, except for a few people, talent is one aspect, and packaging is also an important step. Such a great god was ignored by the world during his lifetime, which is a pity. So he took the opportunity to ask the little emperor to invite him out of the mountain.

"Change is hidden communism"

The answer to "probably" is not very accurate. It may be a hermit. It may not be respected by the world and had to move in Guanzhong.

"I will definitely send someone to invite him to Beijing to the capital," Zhao Zhen replied. It is a painting for the two mothers, so grand is right. Although the Zheng family said that, how can he not repay him in the future? He has talent, and he must have taken the imperial examination in the high school province, and he must embark on a career in the officialdom and want to repay him with a chance.

As for Master Fan, at worst, he can give him more money or an official position and he doesn't believe that he is not moved. So the current status of painting is very low, and he is also painting for the two empress dowagers, but in the small

The emperor's position was completely different.

Zheng Lang said goodbye.

When I walked out of the hall and saw the little emperor reading the memorial, I sighed in my heart. I can only do this for you. Don’t think that the days of suffering that you are worried about for your adoptive mother and biological mother have just begun.

A fierce man is about to mess with you.

So when Zheng Lang thought of becoming an official, he was not very interested.

These fierce people are very awesome to make trouble, but you must not say that they are bad people.

Ouyang Xiu, Bao Zheng, Pang Ji, Han Qi, Wen Yanbo, etc. will change to future generations. If you walk on the street, you tell whoever you are bad people, and you will be very damn good at knowing history.

Yan Wenying took him to find Li Yonghe. It was very troublesome to open the coffin lid. It was difficult for others to open it, so only the uncle of the country was qualified. When he arrived at Hongfuyuan and opened the coffin lid, Li Yonghe was crying again. Zheng Lang ignored him. The biggest victim of this matter was not Li Chenfei, but the little emperor, who was in a dilemma.

Although Concubine Li Chen was a little more miserable, it would be a miracle to live until old age and death from another perspective. If it weren't for the old lady, if another woman had become the queen, she would have died of "sudden illness". If it were a master like Wu Zetian, it would be possible that the three generations of the Li family would have died of a good death.

However, for the sake of the young emperor, Zheng Lang painted very carefully. This is a sketch. First draw the appearance of Concubine Li Chen, and the same is true for the portrait of the old lady. Then, step by step, the wrinkles and loose skin can gradually restore their appearance when they were young. Then, after artistic processing, the long scroll can be completed.

After drawing the draft, he gave another big gift to Concubine Li Chen's body. There was no way, who told him that he was the little emperor's biological mother. He got into the carriage and returned to the inn.

Jiang Xing'er and Si'er had already received the news and stood at the entrance of the inn and were waiting for him.

Seeing Zheng Lang jumping out of the carriage, rushing over quickly, and throwing himself into his arms, Sier asked worriedly: "Why are you only coming back now?"

"Your Majesty summoned me to speak for a while."

"I heard that, but I am very worried." Si'er said in panic. People all said that being summoned by the emperor often was called favor. But the result of being favored, why are you locked up in Kaifeng Prison again and again?

"You don't understand."

"Will we go home?" Sier said again. Zhengzhou is better, it's calm.

"How many days are there?" Zheng Lang said that if you want to draw this long scroll well, you cannot just paint the old lady and Li Chenfei, as well as some other characters, such as Song Zhenzong or Liu Mei, who have all died, and they have to look at their portraits. As well as some palace maids who have served her in the palace, these palace maids have also become older and restored to their youth one by one, so that they can successfully draw the scroll of the two empress dowagers' life. By the way, playing the piano for the little emperor in these few days to soothe the little emperor's sad mood, which is his own repayment to him.

"Why? Isn't the trial cancelled?" Sier said resentfully again, "When the trial was cancelled, I would go back at that time. What happened?

"You still don't understand," said Zheng Lang. Although he was imprisoned for a few days and had no hardship, he cleared the biggest obstacle in his career. The price was too worth it!

However, Jiang Xing'er was more sensible and said on the side: "Si'er, don't be afraid, Your Majesty is still reasonable. If Dalang is afraid now, how can he become an official in the future?"

"Xing'er, you hit the nail on the head!" Zheng Lang laughed and hugged the two beautiful girls and returned to the room.

In ancient times, when I came out of the prison cell, there were some etiquettes, such as changing clothes, taking a bath, and so on to get rid of bad luck.

Jiang Xing'er was boiling water for Zheng Lang and preparing to let Zheng Lang take a shower. Suddenly, the shopkeeper Yan ran in quickly with his big belly, and said in a pissy voice: "Zheng Jieyuan, Zheng Jieyuan, prepare quickly, the Eight Kings are here."!
Chapter completed!