Quick time travel villain god is a bit skinny

Chapter 868

Zhen Guo General Mansion.

Ling Xiao bought a box of high-quality ointment in Jishitang, and when she came to Shanglanyuan, she gave the ointment to Ah Liu, and asked Ah Liu to apply it on Liang Dong and bandage the wound.

Ah Liu is diligent and conscientious, and he is very conscientious when serving Liang Dong.

Ling Xiao asked Liang Dong for his opinion. If he really wanted to move out and live elsewhere, the only attendant Liang Dong wanted to take away was Ah Liu.

After all, Ah Liu has served Liang Dong for many years, and there is a strong bond between master and servant, and Ah Liu does not have the snobbery of those servants in the general's mansion, he has always been very loyal to Liang Dong.

However, the other maids and maids in General Zhen Guo's Mansion, affected by the attitude of Wei Lanzhi and others, were very disrespectful to Liang Dong, the male master, and secretly laughed at him and slandered him.

After Liang Dong finished bandaging the wound, Ling Xiao stayed in his study and continued to practice calligraphy and painting.

Liang Dong stood aside, looking at his precious daughter with relief, inheriting his mantle.

Probably every father hopes that his daughter can fly freely, and Liang Dong is no exception. He treasures Ling Xiao's paintings.

When Ling Xiao left, Liang Dong spread out her paintings and admired them reluctantly.

The library of the Hanlin Academy.

Liang Dong hid Ling Xiao's paintings in his arms, and he was going to take out the famous classical paintings in the library, inscribe Ling Xiao's exercises, and make a comparison, so that Ling Xiao can give full play to his painting talent and learn from the same way as the famous masters of the previous dynasty. Learn the essence of famous painting skills.

At some point, several young waiters suddenly ran to the door of the library excitedly, as if they were looking forward to it.

Liang Dong nested in the corner and glanced curiously.

He knew that he had a special status, so he didn't dare to show off easily, and he didn't dare to compete with other talented scholars and doctors from the Imperial Academy. When something happened, he always avoided it as much as possible and minimized his sense of existence.

Those young waiters whispered excitedly.

"Your Majesty is coming today, and I heard that the daughter of the Han University scholar is also coming!"

"I guess His Majesty is here to accompany the daughter of Han University scholar. I heard that she likes the collection of books in the palace. She used to be a famous and talented woman in the capital!"

"I really want to see Han Xuemei's peerless demeanor with my own eyes! To be favored by His Majesty, she must be a great beauty..."

Liang Dong heard this with sharp ears, and shook his head helplessly.

In his opinion, no matter how beautiful and talented the women outside are, they can't compare to his precious daughter anyway.

Liang Dong continued to search for precious posthumous works of famous masters on the dazzling array of bookshelves. He wanted to find for Ling Xiao a classical master who was most suitable for her to imitate and emulate.

Zhao Ji and a young and beautiful woman came from not far away.

The woman is wearing a gorgeous palace dress, with a slender figure, revealing a snow-white swan neck, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her small cherry mouth is sexy and pink, her complexion is as fair as jade, her facial features are extremely delicate, and her body is surrounded by a faint fragrance of books Breath, at first glance, is the kind of talented woman who has read poetry and books.

She followed Zhao Ji closely, with admiration and concern in her eyes.

Zhao Ji's expression was calm, as if he was used to such battles, and he didn't react superfluously.

When he came to the library of the Hanlin Academy, Zhao Ji gave instructions to the guards and prepared to leave.

Han Xuemei hurriedly called to him: "Your Majesty! I have an exercise recently, and I would like to ask you to comment on it!"

Zhao Ji's painting skills are superb, and he has extremely high attainments in calligraphy, policy theory, poetry, poetry, and rhythm. It is even comparable to the most famous people in the world.

Zhao Ji himself still has official business to do, so he replied indifferently: "I will give you a quarter of an hour."

Han Xuemei's expression suddenly brightened, and she immediately ordered the personal maid to take out her paintings. She deliberately chose the Hanlin Academy, an institution of higher learning that gathers talents, in order to take the opportunity to show her talent and learning in front of Zhao Ji.

Enough to match him, enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Han Xuemei took out her own painting, the ink and wash are clear and distant, and the composition is fine. It can be seen that Han Xuemei's painting skills are very good, and the rendering and coloring are also ingenious and unique.

But who is Zhao Ji?

He has been in contact with the collections of famous masters since he was a child, and taught him that his prince Shaofu is also the most talented and knowledgeable writer in the world today. His vision is very high, and ordinary paintings can't arouse his interest at all.

Zhao Ji glanced at it leisurely, and said with a light smile, "Concubine Han's paintings are very interesting."

Then, nothing else.

Those young and energetic attendants of the Hanlin Academy, seeing such a lively beauty like Han Xuemei, have long been fascinated by her, fascinated.

Especially seeing her paintings, although they are not as good as the handed down works, they are not bad.

Everyone cast appreciative and envious eyes at Han Xuemei.

University scholar Han was even more proud. In front of Zhao Ji, he smiled and said, "Xuemei, your painting skills are getting better and better. If you can get your Majesty's advice, you will definitely be able to improve to a higher level."

Han Xuemei looked at Zhao Ji shyly.

Zhao Jijun frowned slightly, and smiled calmly: "Mr. Han, there is no need to be self-effacing. If you can personally teach Concubine Han's painting skills, it will probably be much easier than mine."

University scholar Han didn't take it seriously, and mistakenly thought that this young and talented emperor was all about government affairs, and he was not very interested in women like Han Xuemei and romantic affairs.

At this moment, Liang Dong quietly came to the periphery of the crowd. Seeing Han Xuemei's painting, he couldn't help but compare her with his own daughter.

Then he subconsciously took out his collection of paintings, and was spotted by a waiter next to him. He deliberately made a fool of Liang Dong, so he deliberately snatched the paintings from Liang Dong's hands, and smiled in pretended surprise: "Liang Zhuan Xiu, why do you carry your own paintings with you? Are you planning to compete with Concubine Han?"

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted by Liang Dong.

Liang Dong was ashamed and angry at the same time, he reached out to take back his painting, but was slyly avoided by the waiter.

This waiter originally looked down on him, and usually likes to smear Liang Dong behind his back, and if he had the opportunity to make Liang Dong embarrassing in public, he naturally spared no effort.

University scholar Han couldn't get used to this Liang Dong, who became the son-in-law of the general's mansion. He has no backbone, no dignity, and just asks for humiliation!
University scholar Han glanced at Zhao Ji's expression, and saw that he had no strange expression, so he sneered and said, "Liang Dong! Today, your Majesty came to the Imperial Academy to select books. You can't take care of your duties, but show off in front of His Majesty. What's your intention?"

Those young attendants were also pushed against the wall by everyone, and they all opened their mouths to blame: "Yes! Liang Zhuanxiu! Why do you have this painting in your pocket? Do you want to compete with your majesty's concubine?"

"You don't look at your identity, how can you offend Han Guifei?"

Liang Dong was in a hurry. He had been suppressed for a long time in the Zhen Guo General's Mansion, and he had long since lost the vigor he had at the beginning. His current temperament was meek and resigned, and he didn't dare to defend himself in front of everyone.

Han Xuemei watched coldly, except for Zhao Ji, she had no interest in these talents of the Imperial Academy.

Liang Dong lowered his head in shame, fell to his knees with a plop, "Your Majesty, I'm guilty!"

Zhao Ji didn't intend to respond originally.

But Han Dashi suddenly snatched Liang Dong's private collection of paintings, unfolded them, and deliberately humiliated: "Last time you brought your daughter's paintings to the library without knowing it. Offending Tianyan is disgusting!"

Zhao Ji saw sharply that the word "Baishi" was written on the seal of this painting.

He suddenly remembered that Wei Lingxiao's small print was Baishi. She had mentioned to herself that she planned to rent a shop for her father and open a calligraphy and painting appreciation place called Baishiguan.

"Mr. Han!" Zhao Ji said suddenly: "I like this painting very much, please give it to me!"

(End of this chapter)