Thousands of Miles

Three years later

It is well known that Emperor Zhao Ji disliked dealing with government affairs, but loved playing the piano and painting.On this day, the emperor became interested again, and asked someone to bring out a colorful green peacock, and invited all the painters from the painting academy to create and learn together.

Of course, painting animals is not difficult for professional court painters. Even if the painting method of peacocks is slightly more complicated, it remains the same in the end.

Zhao Ji also added a requirement, which must be the posture of a peacock when walking.

The painters laughed secretly, this is really not difficult, isn't it just a peacock with one leg lifted?What difficulty is there?

Everyone knows how to draw peacocks, but how to stand out among so many works, everyone has spent more thought.For example, how to make the peacock's bright eyes more piercing and how to make the peacock's colorful tail feathers more bright and moving have become the focus of everyone's consideration.

However, when the painters handed over the paintings to the emperor for evaluation, Zhao Ji frowned and shook his head repeatedly - no one was satisfied!

Now, among all the painters, Ximeng is the only one left who has not completed the painting - Ximeng is very meticulous in his brushwork, and everyone knows that he always draws slowly.

Ximeng was still coloring a little bit, and didn't notice that everyone had been eliminated. All the discouraged painters stared at him, wanting to see what his fate was.

"Ximeng, how come you are so slow?" Zhao Ji said displeased, "Such slow speed shows that there is something wrong with your brushwork, please present the painting first!"

Seeing that Ximeng was scolded before he presented the painting, several painters couldn't help covering their mouths and giggling.

As we all know, the emperor's master likes to find fault with Lin Ximeng the most, and likes to scold him that he is not good here and that is not good there. They probably have a disagreement.

Xi Meng quickly stopped writing, handed the drawing paper to the father-in-law who came to pick up the painting, and sat silently on the side.

The master is not satisfied with so many ingenious paintings, and he probably will count himself down in the middle of this painting that he hasn't finished coloring yet.

Anyway, I got used to it in the past three years. The master treats me very well on weekdays, but when it comes to painting, he is very strict. If he makes any mistakes, he will be scolded in public, which makes Ximeng very embarrassed.

So Ximeng developed a habit of drawing very slowly, thinking carefully about every stroke, trying not to make mistakes, so as not to be disgusted by the master again.

"Not bad." Zhao Ji finally nodded slightly when he saw Ximeng's painting, "I haven't served Peacock in vain for three years."

"May I ask your majesty why?" Several painters were not convinced, "Lin Ximeng's paintings are not outstanding, why does your majesty praise him so much and berate his ministers?"

"You know everything." Zhao Ji put down the drawing paper in his hand and said leisurely, "Every peacock in the world lifts its left leg first when walking. In your painting, the peacock only lifts its right leg. Lin Ximeng's picture is in line with the habits of peacocks."

All the painters suddenly realized, and nodded in admiration: "Your Majesty is really knowledgeable."

"Although you barely drew it right." Zhao Ji stared straight at Ximeng with sharp eyes, as if he could dig out his heart, "but the pen is not strong enough, and the pen is too careful and deliberate, the painting is like a woman embroidering flowers." generally!"

"Your Majesty's lesson is that Ximeng is taught." Ximeng lowered his head in disappointment, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.Master, do you think I want to do this?Aren't you disgusted and afraid?

In the evening, in front of Ninghe Hall

"Hmm..." A drunken old man held a wine gourd in his hand, staggered along the road with several palace servants, raised the wine gourd in his hand to drink a couple of sips of wine, and felt nauseated after drinking, "Um vomit……"

"Scholar Mi, we're here." Eunuch Zhang led Mi Fu to the front of the hall, and stretched out his hand to help him, "Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time, please go in quickly."

"Ugh...hahaha." Meefer stretched out his hand, patted Eunuch Zhang's shoulder heavily, and nodded, "Oh... hiccup..."

Eunuch Zhang hurriedly stepped aside because of his smell of alcohol, he really didn't understand why the officials liked this kind of person.

Officials always say that this Bachelor Mi is unruly because he is talented in art, and he can also be unruly in writing and painting, full of freedom and strength, so he is especially welcome to see him.Of course, Eunuch Zhang didn't like to see him very much in his heart, but he had to wait to see him because of face.

"Hahaha, Your Majesty, see Your Majesty!" Meefer fell to the ground rather than prostrating himself drunk.

"Mr. Mi please get up quickly." Zhao Ji personally helped Mi Fu up and asked him to sit down, "I invite you here for one thing."

"Oh?" Meefer took a sip of his wine and asked with a smile, "Hi...what's the matter?"

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

When Ximeng was led to the front of the Ninghe Hall, there were bursts of laughter in the hall.

This was something Ximeng had never seen before. Someone dared to laugh so unscrupulously in the palace.One of them seems to be—Master?

What happened today?Ximeng walked into Ninghe Hall curiously, and before he passed the screen, he heard the master ask inside, "Ximeng? Is Ximeng here?"

"Yes." Xi Meng replied.

"Ximeng, come here quickly. Hahaha." The master inside couldn't help laughing, "Come here to see Bachelor Mi."

Ximeng walked into the hall, not knowing what the identity of this scholar Mi was, and whether he bowed or knelt down.Just as he was hesitating how to meet, Zhao Ji said from the side: "Kowtow to Bachelor Mi, let him teach you how to draw."

"Yes." Xi Meng knelt down and knelt down to the old man who was drunk and slumped on the chair, "I have met Bachelor Mi."

"Oh my god, old man Zhesha too! Hiccup..." Mifu stood up from the chair staggeringly, patted his chest and said, "Young man is so handsome, I should be the one who worships you! Hiccup... ...Please be respected by the old man!"

Under Ximeng's astonished eyes, a drunken old man knelt down in front of him and kowtowed heavily to him!

The maids on the side couldn't help covering their mouths and giggling.

"Hahaha." Zhao Ji was the only one who sat beside him, smiling at Ximeng, "He is such a person, you will accept this worship."

"Yes." Ximeng seemed to understand who the other party was, he should be a wild and unruly celebrity, and his behavior was naturally different.Then he accepted his obeisance indifferently, lifted Meefer up from the ground, and let him sit back on the chair.

"Ximeng, I will let Bachelor Mi teach you how to paint in the future, so as to correct your sluggishness." Zhao Ji said, "It takes only a moment for him to paint. If you learn how to write, you will be able to write in the future." Be decisive."

"Yes." Ximeng seemed to have nothing else to say except obediently agreeing.

"Hi... Your Majesty." Meefer stretched out his hand with a smile, and pulled Ximeng to his side, "I can't just teach him... Hiccup...you have to kiss him first."