Thousands of Miles

"Your Majesty, please give me this "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Picture"!"

"You... are really good at things." Zhao Ji shook his head, "I can't give you this picture."

"Eh? Didn't Your Majesty want to reward the minister? Why didn't you agree?"

"I said I would reward you, but I didn't say I would reward you with this picture." Zhao Ji said, "What do you want? Why do you want this picture?"

"Your Majesty, I have never seen such a good painting, and I want to take it home to admire and worship day and night." Cai Qiu sighed, "Everyone knows that Lin Daizhao's painting is the best in the world, and everyone wants to get one. However, Lin Daizhao never gave other people's paintings, nor sold them. All the paintings are in the hands of His Majesty. I have been with Your Majesty for more than ten years. Your Majesty has so many precious paintings in your collection, and you are not willing to reward any of them. Do people in your family open their eyes?"

"Hahaha." Zhao Ji laughed from ear to ear, "Well, since you like painting so much, it's more meaningful for me to give you one."

"What is more meaningful to the minister?" Cai Qiu asked, "May I ask what your Majesty is?"

"Come and take a look." Zhao Ji took a scroll of paintings from the bookshelf with a smile, and spread them out in front of Cai Qiu, "This painting is called "Listening to the Qin", and it shows us in the garden on the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th. I was playing the piano while you were sitting and listening to the ancient pine tree. After all, I’m still Ximeng’s master, how about giving you this painting, you don’t lose money, right?”

"Oh my god..." Cai Qiu was dumbfounded, and quickly knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude, "I am so moved beyond words, thank you, thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Hahaha, get up quickly." Zhao Ji finished the scroll and stuffed it into Cai Qiu's hand, "Here it is for you."

"I must hang this painting in the middle hall and worship every day!"

"Ha ha, alright……"

After Cai Qiu brought Zhao Ji's "Listening to the Qin Tu" home, he really regarded it as a treasure, worshiped it every day, and copied it several times, all of which were lifelike.

It is said that when Cai Qiu was drunk, he gave the painting he copied to the servant who swept the floor at home. The servant took Cai Qi's painting and got dozens of taels of gold in the market.

early winter, library

Ximeng's hematemesis didn't get better, but kept getting worse.Although after "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", he really didn't write again, but his body was already overdrawn by excessive labor and effort.

God seemed to feel that he had fulfilled his mission in life, that his artistic life was doomed to immortality, and now he was going to take back the earthly life bestowed on him.

"Cough...cough cough..." When autumn went to winter, the cold was unbearable for a while, and the body was cold and weak, and the symptoms became more severe.Seeing that his condition was getting worse, Ximeng decided to travel far away for the second time.

Ximeng didn't tell anyone when he left this time, and only left a letter on his desk.

Ximeng said that he was going to settle down in a far, far away, peaceful place.

Ximeng said that he would wait for the day when the master would unload the burden from his shoulders and wander around the world with him.

After Zhao Ji finished reading the letterhead, he silently glanced at the heavy snow outside the window, and put the letterhead into a thick book.

He left again, this time because of what?Zhao Ji couldn't figure it out.

Last time, this time, only half a year has passed.

I went back for two years last time, how many years will I go this time?

The snow outside the window was falling more and more, Zhao Ji looked at the broken jade and Qionghua flying all over the sky, and seemed to see a thin young man with a small folding fan on his waist and a purple bamboo flute in his hand. The steps flickered slightly.

The young man's back is very quiet, very quiet, so quiet that it is as weightless as a dream, and he flies away alone in the boundless wind and snow.

In front of my eyes, there was only a vast expanse of snow.

After Ximeng left, Zhao Ji tried to get people to inquire about him and offer his paintings as he did last time, but he got nothing.

Two years later, Emperor Zhao Ji abdicated, and passed on the throne to Prince Zhao Qin, who had just grown up, and was revered as the Supreme Emperor.

It is said that Zhao Qin cried and refused to be the emperor, feeling that he was too young and should ask his father to cultivate him for a few more years. Went to Jiangnan for a tour.

It is said that Zhao Ji was looking for someone.

However, no one knew who he was looking for.

The historian would never notice a painter who left the palace at the age of 12, not to mention that there was not a single painting of him left in the palace, because all his paintings had been taken away when the Supreme Emperor left the palace.

Therefore, there is no record of Ximeng in the history of painting, and people have no way of knowing that such a person existed.

However, Zhao Ji is determined to go to every corner of this thousand-mile country and find the real country in his mind.

"Ximeng, you are my country of thousands of miles."

【end】

In March in the south of the Yangtze River, there are red flowers and green willows, and warblers cry thousands of miles away.

The young man wore a thin green shirt and sat alone by the lake.The spring breeze blew over the thin spring clothes, and the well-proportioned figure seemed a little thin.

The young man held a purple bamboo flute between his slender jade fingers, and looked thoughtfully at the bright spring in the lake with his clear eyes.

The water and wind are blowing, and the lake is sparkling.From the far side of the lake came one earnest call after another.

"Ximeng! Ximeng! Is that you!"

"Ximeng! Ximeng..."

The young man raised his eyes slightly and looked across the lake.

Under the beautiful sun, poplar flowers fly.

Just like the wind and snow that year.

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