My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 59

These five characters of Zhao Ji did not use the thin gold font, but used another kind of wild cursive that is very casual but very individual.

The five characters look crooked individually, but when they are combined together, they look amazing as a whole.

A great calligrapher indeed.

It's all fine at your fingertips.

Wang Lin looked in admiration.

Zhao Ji is inherently wrong and stupid in every way, even in terms of his artistic attainments in calligraphy and painting, not to mention in the Song Dynasty, even looking at future generations, he is the top of the pyramid.

"Wang Lin, do you see that the way of calligraphy is eclectic, and only when the shape and meaning are in harmony can you see kung fu."

Zhao Ji talked eloquently, and seeing Wang Lin listening intently, he felt even happier and said, "You can teach me. However, you don't have to be too humble. When it comes to my thin golden body, I am No. 1 in the world, and you are The second person in the world, there are successors in the inheritance of my calligraphy, I am really happy!"

Zhao Ji is really happy.He created his own thin gold body not for self-entertainment, but for passing on to future generations and immortalizing his name.

Wang Lin hurriedly said modestly: "Wang Lin dare not be an official if he is over-rewarded!"

Zhao Ji laughed loudly: "Wang Lin, with your calligraphy and literary talents, you can stay by my side and be a Hanlin, accompany me every day, and study calligraphy and painting with me, okay?"

Zhao Ji slightly looked forward to it.

It was rare for him to see someone like Wang Lin who was super talented in calligraphy, especially practicing his thin golden body, so he naturally wanted to keep Wang Lin by his side, and be an academic companion to accompany him in the wind, flowers, snow and moon.

Wang Lin bowed down: "I want to report to the officials, I practice martial arts riding and archery hard, so that one day I can protect the great Song Dynasty and drive out foreign enemies for the country..."

Zhao Ji frowned: "Wang Lin, your martial arts riding and archery is indeed superb. I believe you are the leader of this year's martial arts. However, in the Song Dynasty, all the civil servants were important in governing the country. You can serve the court even if you are above the court." , why insist on pretending to be a military general? Leading the army to fight and kill, wouldn't it be in vain that you are blinded by your good writing and calligraphy!"

Wang Lin said softly: "Officials, I have a lot of people who are good at calligraphy and painting in the Song Dynasty, and there is no shortage of Wang Lin. For a hundred years, the Song Dynasty has emphasized literature over martial arts, resulting in many people who dance literature and ink, and there are few people who are good at fighting. Now The Liao occupies my hometown of Youyan, and the Jin is eyeing the Central Plains, the world is not at peace... If everyone comes to sing and dance to raise peace, who will defend the country?"

Wang Lin was beaten to death for refusing to enter the court as a civil servant.

At this time, it was only a few short years before Jingkang's disaster, and there was not much time left for him. How could he stay in Tokyo and dig his own grave as a humble little Beijing official.

Zhao Ji fell silent.

"Everyone has their own aspirations, and I can't force you to do so. However, if you practice my thin golden body, you will be my student. After a few days, if you pass the palace examination, I will appoint you as the disciple of the Son of Heaven and give you an official position. Tongwen was born as a Jinshi, as you wish!"

"Students, thank the officials!" Wang Lin changed his words accordingly.

With the identity of the emperor's student, it is of great significance to his future development.

Zhao Ji smiled, and suddenly patted Wang Lin's shoulder with his hand, and said: "I heard that the crown prince gave you a gentian silver gun, so how about I give you a BMW?"

……

The inner supervisor Huang Kun was ordered to take Wang Lin to Tiansi to select horses.

"My lord, let's first congratulate you for being appointed by the officials as the emperor's disciple..."

Huang Kun cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Although the young master has not yet passed the palace examination, the officials speak well and speak well. No matter what the results of the palace examination are, the title of disciple of the Son of Heaven is indispensable."

"Thanks for the auspicious words." Wang Lin quietly stuffed a few taels of silver.

He did not bring much money into the palace today.

Huang Kun smiled openly.

For a small yellow family like him, the dignitaries in Beijing usually ignore them, but they don't know that such a small person in the palace can also do big things at critical moments.

"There are hundreds of fine horses raised in Tiansi Prison, and there are more than 100 inner guards serving them. They are all rare and rare top-notch horses in the world. You must choose carefully after a while, and you must keep your eyes open!" Huang said. Kun lightly said.

"I see, thank you for your advice."

The two walked around and talked, and then entered Tiansi Prison.

The place where the emperor kept his horses was called Tianshang. The first thing he looked at were eight purebred white horses, the so-called "Eight Horses".

These eight horses are very similar regardless of their height, fat or thinness, and their color. A jade plaque with a name on it.

Wang Lin just took a look. These eight steeds looked handsome and beautiful, but they were very ornamental. The pets raised by the emperor had never been in battle, so they were flashy.

give up.

Huang Kun took him to the "Five Dragons Court" again.

To put it bluntly, it is a courtyard with five horses. The white one is called "Xueyun", the black one is called "Tieli", the green one is called "Bi Cong", the red and white one is called "Ziyu", The yellow and black ones are called "yellow fat", and the appearance and pedigree are of course good.

But in Wang Lin's view, these five horses were extremely lazy and pampered, so they were not suitable to be his mounts.

When passing by a relatively simple stable, Huang Kun secretly tugged on Wang Lin's skirt.

This is a black and blue horse. Compared with the eight horses and five dragons I have seen before, this horse is not only far different in quality, but also treated worse.

When the other horses wagged their tails, the little eunuch came forward to comb and tickle them, but this horse could only roll on the muddy floor.

There was a wild luster in its eyes, with a thin and angular horse head, it stared at Wang Lin, its muscles tensed, and it neighed extremely low.

"It's called Wuzi, and it was named by the officials after the famous ancient horses. This horse is good at first, but its temper is too strong. No one dares to get close to it, let alone let people ride it easily, so the officials don't like it. , just captive here at will.”

"We know that the young master is born with supernatural powers, and heroes are invincible. If this fierce horse meets the young master, it can be regarded as finding a master. If the young master is interested, you might as well give it a try and see if you can surrender."

Wang Lin nodded: "Please let someone open the stable."

……

The two little eunuchs were pulling the reins of the horse, but the crow was motionless, and snorted upwards, tense with arrogance.

The inner eunuch was sweating profusely, and looked at Wang Lin with a wry smile.

Wang Lin lifted up his skirt, smiled slightly, stepped forward to take the reins of the horse, and with a gentle tug, he dragged Wu Zai out. The horse's eyes were wide open, and its four hooves trampled on the ground desperately trying to counteract the huge force Guidance, but ultimately to no avail.

Seeing this, Huang Kun and others applauded and laughed, and praised them one after another.

The horse was quite human, and it heard the mockery of people like Huang Kun, so it raised its hooves and kicked Wang Lin.

If an ordinary person is kicked, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

Wang Lin sneered, jumped aside, and slapped the horse's belly with his hand.

The black-headed horse neighed on its back after being punched hard by Wang Lin, and fell to the ground rolling in pain.When it stood up again, it looked at Wang Lin with deep fear in its eyes.

Wang Lin patted the horse's neck, and Wu Zai obediently lowered his head to show his submission.

(End of this chapter)