Thousands of Miles

After the painting is completed, there is no failure, magnificent and impeccable.Even Ximeng himself had no place to write an inscription and seal it, so this long scroll has neither the author's signature nor the author's seal.

Ximeng looked at the painting in front of him and smiled brightly.Suddenly, he frowned, quickly covered his mouth with a piece of handkerchief, and coughed a few times.

This is an old problem that he fell into when he was painting day and night during the two years when he was out of the palace.

The energy of a person's life is limited, but art is vast, like stars, and endless.There is a limited life and infinite art recklessly, there is always a day when there is always exhaustion.

Ximeng spread the veil and looked, and it was indeed a bright red bloodstain.

Hiding the handkerchief in the drawer under the table, Ximeng put away the paintings on the table in his arms, and walked towards Ninghe Hall.

In late autumn, the golden wind blows.Although the palace people clean it from time to time, the fallen ginkgo leaves along the road still pave the path with a thick golden carpet.

As far as the eye can see, there is already a golden ocean.Sometimes a few pieces of ginkgo fell on the clothes and the picture scroll in his arms, and Ximeng didn't reach out to wipe them off, just letting them float and fall, just like meeting long-lost friends, there is always a faint warmth in his heart.

Ximeng didn't realize it, the picture scroll in his arms danced with the autumn wind behind him, the ocher sky and the golden world merged into one, and the green landscape was shining in the autumn wind.The collision of gold and blue is bright and beautiful, just like the elegant and beautiful young man, the elegance is incomparable.

It's a good time, but the golden wind is easy to disperse.

When Zhao Ji saw the scroll slowly unfolding in front of him, he almost held his breath.

It is more than three feet long, with thousands of mountains and rivers, and infinite rivers and mountains.No matter whether he is a master of calligraphy and painting or a well-informed emperor, he has never seen such an exquisite masterpiece.

"A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", the only painting that can compete with it in ancient times, should be Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

It's just that the painting in front of me has a little more detached atmosphere, and a little less of the taste of the market.I don't know how many tens of thousands of strokes it is made of, but every stroke, every painting is a drop of blood and a heart of the author.

This is the real painstaking effort. Since ancient times, there are only a handful of people who can devote their entire lives to art.

"Xi Meng, Master is so happy that he doesn't know what to say." Zhao Ji was so moved that tears filled his eyes.This touch has nothing to do with other things. It is a touch of art and a touch of the spirit of art.

Some works need the accumulation of years, but some works need the passion of youth.

When the secular life reaches an important juncture, the life of art will be sublimated into eternity.

, is also a person's eternity.

"Xi Meng, Master believes that you and this painting will be handed down through the ages."

"Master, you have said too much." Ximeng smiled, "This painting is for you."

"No, this painting belongs to Master now, and one day it will belong to the whole world." Zhao Ji carefully put away the scroll and put it on the desk, "Master will definitely keep it safe for you, so that it will be passed down forever."

Ximeng doesn't care whether it is passed on or not.

After the tangible life ended, the intangible life continued, but at that time, the world's astonishing admiration had nothing to do with Ximeng back then?

These illusory futures are really not what Ximeng cares about.

"Master, it's fine as long as you like it." Ximeng said, "No one can think of those future things, let it go."

"If you draw such a detailed masterpiece, it must be very hurtful to the eyes and the body." Zhao Ji took Ximeng's hand and asked him to sit down beside him, "Don't paint any more these days, and you have to make up for it. Once you are healthy, I will ask someone to add more nourishing ingredients at night, so you can stay here and eat with me."

"In the third year of Zhenghe, Ximeng presented "The Picture of a Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" to Joy."

As soon as Zhao Ji was happy, he told his favorite minister Cai Qiu about it.Cai Qiu said all the good things, and begged Zhao Ji to take a look at the magical "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" that he said.

"Okay, okay, I'll show you." Zhao Ji himself got up and went to the bookshelf to take out a delicate hollowed-out gold box, carefully touched out a roll of silk cloth, looked at Cai Qiu's hand, and said, " You wipe your hands first."

"I just washed your hands and they are very clean. But your Majesty is so precious, so I will wipe it again." Cai Qiu took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully from the palms of the hands to the fingertips, "Your Majesty, Can you see it now?"

"Hahaha, yes." Zhao Ji nodded in satisfaction, and solemnly handed the scroll to Cai Qiu, "Take it and read it, I will show you how much Ximeng cares for his master, hahaha."

Cai Jing took over the painting scroll, and as soon as he opened it, he was full of praise: "Ah, what a painting! What a painting..."

Zhao Ji sat aside and smiled complacently.

"Your Majesty, this is really a peerless painting." Cai Qiu sighed, "But I heard that a good painting needs good characters to match it. I don't know why Lin Daizhao didn't have an inscription?"

"This..." I was overly happy when I thought that Ximeng gave me a painting before, and I never thought about it so much. Now that Cai Qiuyi reminded me, Zhao Ji found that the painting really didn't have an inscription, so he guessed, "Probably He didn't care about it when he was happy with the painting."

"I have an unfeeling request." Cai Qiu said, "I think this painting will be a masterpiece that will be handed down through the ages. Although my handwriting is so ordinary that it is not worthy of this painting, I still ask Your Majesty to let me The minister came to write a few words for this painting."

"Okay, that's good." Zhao Ji nodded, "Taishi Cai's calligraphy is good, so it doesn't disgrace this fine painting."

"That minister will show his shame." Cai Qiu went to the desk, picked up the wolf hair on the pen holder, dipped the ink in the blank space of the scroll and wrote: "The mountains and rivers are boundless, and the vitality is dripping with luck. The Northern Song Dynasty Academy Chengxian two copies , The method of the Three Tang Dynasties is from Fuduo. It is surprising that Shilin and Zhao are already surprised by the king and ministers. If you can’t think of yourself as a man, who will you be when you adjust the tripod!" ①Seeing the previous few sentences, Zhao Ji was very happy It was very strange, until Cai Qiu wrote the last sentence "Who will be in charge of the tripod at that time", Zhao Ji laughed twice in embarrassment.

What Cai Qiu meant was that he cared so much about a painter and his paintings even though he didn't favor the ministers in the court.

If someone else said that, Zhao Ji would have pulled his face down angrily, but now it is Cai Qi, Zhao Ji's favorite courtier, who is rare to be a good friend. It was a bit serious, and I felt a little sorry in my heart.

"Your Majesty, I made you laugh." Cai Qiu put down his pen with a smile, "I can write whatever is on my mind. This poem looks quite messy."

"No, no, well written, well written." Zhao Ji nodded, and seeing that the handwriting on the painting was not dry, he let it spread on the table, pulled Cai Qiu to sit down beside him, and said, "Didn't you always write on the painting before?" I am very optimistic about Ximeng, why are you saying such sour words now?"

"Sigh." Cai Qiu sighed, "I'm just jealous. I'm not that good at painting, and I don't think my face is that good-looking. I don't know how to please His Majesty."

"You, you." Zhao Ji smiled and shook his head, "This is even more sour. How about this, I will give you a gift, just say what you want, and I will satisfy you."

"Really?" Cai Qiu hurriedly stood up and knelt down, "I thank you first."

"Get up quickly." Zhao Ji said with a smile, "I have never seen you so happy when I give you gifts on weekdays."

"Because I'm very happy this time!" Cai Qiu looked at Zhao Ji expectantly and said, "Please give me this picture of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" from Your Majesty!"

①: Judging from the handwriting of "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", this poem should not be written by Cai Jing, and Cai Jing should be the postscript for the painting.However, the plot here needs it, please understand~