He has not lived enough

Recently, the rumors have become more and more outrageous. There are even rumors that you are an idiot who can't even tell the difference between a rabbit and a dog. "

Zhao Yu came up with the solution he had thought up before: "When I was learning painting, I wanted to try all kinds of techniques, so my father asked many painters to teach me, and one of them was a Westerner who taught me this kind of technique."

He rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "At that time, I was young, and I found it boring after a few months of learning. I want to try painting again these days."

It was true that the first emperor found a painter for Zhao Yu, and there was indeed a Westerner among them, but that person was a bluff and could only do simple sketches.

But now many years have passed, and those painters have already been sent out, and Zhao Yu is not afraid of showing off.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Bai Qingyu didn't ask any more questions. At that time, he had just been an official for a few years, and he vaguely remembered such a thing.

He paused and said: "I don't have a deep understanding of painting art, I just feel that these paintings are delicate and unique, and they are considered masterpieces."

Zhao Yu was overjoyed in his heart, but he said modestly: "No, no, Mr. Bai praised it absurdly!"

The things she likes are affirmed, and the corners of Zhao Yu's mouth are raised, not at all the gloomy rebellion of the past, full of the unique vitality of teenagers.

Bai Qingyu looked at his crescent-like eyes, and the gorgeous young man in the painting just now flashed in his mind. The two faces overlapped, and finally fixed on Zhao Yu's bright and comfortable smile.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, Bai Qingyu's eyes had recovered.

Zhao Yu has just won the crown, and is still young and ignorant. After being teased by a caring person, it is inevitable that his mind will be stirred up for a while, and he will forget it after a long time.

What's more, the former prince also entrusted him to protect Zhao Yu before his death. Not only is he a courtier, but he should also take on the responsibility of an elder brother and lead him into the right path.

"I'm not lying..." Having settled down, Bai Qingyu's voice was still a little hoarse. He picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of water, and then said: "The previous prince also told me that when it comes to painting princes and princesses, you are the best." The highest talent."

It was only then that Zhao Yu remembered that Bai Qingyu and the former prince had known each other since they were young, and had been accompanied by the prince to study in the palace. If the prince hadn't died young, it would be a good story for a wise and wise man, and he wouldn't have come to clean up the mess for a foolish king. .

Just as Zhao Yu was about to speak, Bai Qingyu said, "Since Your Majesty is in good health, I need to discuss something with you."

"Please tell me, Mr. Bai." Generally, Bai Qingyu would not come to him for matters that he could solve by himself, and specifically told him that it was probably something he had to do.

Bai Xiangyu: "I once mentioned to you about the spring plowing ceremony next year. Do you still remember, Your Majesty?"

Plowing crops is a major national event, and spring plowing sacrifices are even more important.

The spring plowing had already passed when the original owner ascended the throne, and the late emperor did not hold the spring plowing ceremony due to various incidents in the last few years, so it must be held this year, and it must be held in a grand manner.

The original owner knew the importance of this matter even if he had no intention of governing, so Zhao Yu recalled it as soon as he thought about it.

"Of course I remember, how is the preparation of the Ministry of Rites?" Zhao Yu asked.

The Spring Plowing Sacrifice is scheduled to be held in February next year, and the Ministry of Rites has been preparing for it since the middle of the year. Now it is less than two months away.

"Everything has been prepared. Today, someone from the Ministry of Rites has sent the process and prayers of the ceremony. Your Majesty, please have a look."

Bai Qingyu handed over a few pieces of paper, "If there is anything wrong, let them correct it."

Zhao Yu pretended to flip through the pages, and he could barely recognize all the characters with his level, but he didn't know what they meant when they were put together.

But in front of Bai Qingyu, he still turned the page from beginning to end in a serious manner, saying: "There is nothing wrong with it, the Ministry of Rites has done a good job."

"In that case, His Majesty will recite according to this sacrificial oration." Bai Qingyu continued.

"Well..." Zhao Yu responded smoothly, his purpose was that what Bai Qingyu said was right, but after two or three seconds, his eyes widened: "Recite it?"

He shook the few pieces of paper in his hand: "This?"

Although there are not many words on each page, there are not many.

This made him choked up when he read it, even if he recited it...it would kill him and he couldn't recite it!

Bai Qingyu looked at him leisurely and nodded.

"It's not Bai Xiang, this thing...ah no, this sacrificial oration is a bit too long, it's not realistic to memorize it..." Zhao Yu scratched her head frantically.

Bai Qingyu raised his eyebrows: "I've read it too. There are more than a thousand words in total, and it's already very concise."

In order to prove that it is easy to memorize, Bai Qingyu opened his mouth and repeated the first two paragraphs of this sacrificial oration.

"Your majesty memorized it after reading it once. Your Majesty is extremely intelligent. I believe you can memorize it after reading it a few more times." Bai Qingyu said calmly, as if this matter was really as simple as he said.

Zhao Yu: "..."

He didn't realize that Bai Qingyu had the potential of Versailles. Isn't it true that everyone has the ability to have a photographic memory...

More than 1000 words. The last time he experienced the fear of being dominated by "reciting the full text" was in high school.

Zhao Yu asked without giving up: "Why do you have to recite it? Isn't it good to read it to you?"

Bai Qingyu said quietly: "In order to stop everyone's mouth."

"Since Your Majesty ascended the throne, there have been people spreading rumors inside and outside the court, saying that you are ignorant and unworthy of virtue."

Zhao Yu rubbed his nose embarrassingly, why are you telling the truth?

Bai Qingyu continued: "Recently, the rumors have become more and more outrageous. There are even rumors that you are an idiot who can't even tell a rabbit from a dog."

Zhao Yu: "??"

Are you polite when you say this?

He said that he didn't study well and he accepted it frankly. This is indeed the truth, and the latter is purely a personal attack.

"I have arrested the person who spread the rumors, but the rumors have already spread. Although there is no serious problem, there is something wrong..." Bai Qingyu said slowly, "So I feel that it is better to be in front of the civil and military peace of the Manchu Dynasty on the day of spring plowing. In front of the common people, His Majesty recites the sacrificial oration in public, and then bestows a personal letter with an imperial pen, and all the rumors will be self-defeating."

Royal pen handwriting...

Zhao Yu became even more listless when he heard this. His brush calligraphy was only at the level of a calligraphy interest class in the first grade of elementary school, and the little emperor's calligraphy was as good as boneless chicken feet. Writing it out was like being punished in public .

However, he also knew that what Bai Qingyu said was correct. In the original plot, the little emperor was being slandered, but after he lost his temper and arrested him, he did nothing.

It's nothing more than that when he was usurped and imprisoned in the end, no one said a good word for him. Even Zhao Yu felt that such a useless emperor deserved to be replaced.

Zhao Yu specified that he couldn't do this anymore, he nodded in agreement, and at the same time his wrist shook twice.

Getting used to the system releasing tasks from time to time, Zhao Yu put his hands behind his back and clicked on it:

"Task 1: Break the rumor;

Task requirements: Recite the prayers for offering sacrifices to heaven on the day of the Spring Plowing Ceremony.

Task reward: 10000 points;

Mission description: Here is your chance to prove that you are not an idiot. ]

You are the idiot...

Zhao Yu said something secretly to the system and continued to look down.

[Task 2: practice calligraphy;

Task requirements: please Bai Qingyu to guide calligraphy practice, and copy 50 copybooks (0/50);

Task reward: 10000 points;

Task Description: Handwriting is like a human face, can your handwriting match your pretty face? ]

Ignoring the system's poisonous tongue, Zhao Yu's attention was attracted by the task reward.

This is 20000 points!

The stingy system did not give Zhao Yu 30000 for doing so many tasks, but these two gave so much, which really made Zhao Yu envious.

But considering that this is related to the improvement of his image in front of the public for the first time, it makes sense to give so many points.

Zhao Yu was immediately full of energy. Isn't it just memorizing and practicing calligraphy? It's like revisiting high school.

"No problem, Bai Xiang. I will work hard and live up to the expectations of the people of Dajin!"

"Your Majesty's thinking like this is a blessing to all people." Bai Qingyu felt a little relieved when he was surprised. He thought that Zhao Yu would make excuses by talking about conditions. It seems that he has indeed grown and stabilized a lot recently.

He asked Zhao Yu to do these things because he really wanted to suppress the rumors, and more because he wanted to divert his attention away from those paintings.

He was intelligent and precocious since he was a child, and he was never troubled by his studies, nor was he punished by his parents, but his two older brothers were always punished for getting into trouble.

At this time, Bai Qingyu listened to his father admonishing them that since they had time to be mischievous, they still had too little homework, and asked his master to redouble the task of endorsing them to practice calligraphy.

During that period of time, the brothers really lived a lot, and they didn't have time to think about anything else.

Bai Qingyu felt that it could be tried on children as well.

As for those people who always wanted to lead Zhao Yu astray, Bai Qingyu didn't take it seriously in the past when they made small talk and bad things about him. After all, they were Zhao Yu's valued relatives.

Now that I have moved my mind that shouldn't be moved...

It's also time to let them know how important it is.

Looking quietly at the easel covered by Zhao Yu, Bai Qingyu secretly reminded: "It's a good thing Your Majesty likes to paint, but you also need to take care of your body. Don't even care about eating like you are today."

Zhao Yu, who was cared by Bai Qingyu, was overwhelmed by flattery, and felt that Bai Qingyu's gaze seemed to be sweeping across the canvas, so he couldn't help but walk a few steps forward guiltily to block the easel.

"Actually, I have not only painted pictures these days, but also practiced calligraphy..." Zhao Yu hurriedly brought the topic to practice calligraphy..." The painting can still be done, but the calligraphy is still the same no matter how I write it Ugly, can Bai Xiang teach me?"

After a pause, he added: "It's fine if Bai Xiang doesn't have time. It's just that my elder brother praised your words many times back then, which made me... very envious."

What he said was also true. The original owner lost his mother when he was young. Although the first emperor doted on him, he was old and lacked energy. However, the eldest brother took care of him more and often mentioned Bai Qingyu.

Bai Qingyu was silent for a while, and said: "Okay, Your Majesty will write down a few words first, and I will see if there is anything that needs to be improved."

Zhang Defu, who came in to ask if he wanted to pass the meal on the way to see the situation, quietly backed out.

It seems that His Majesty has really been painting these few days, and he finally stopped working against Bai. The late Emperor Quan can rest assured that he knows.

Seeing that Bai Qingyu agreed with Zhao Yu's very active arrangement of pen and ink, he picked up the pen and began to splash ink.

The last time I wrote brush characters was when I was seven years old and enrolled in a calligraphy interest class. After two days of practice, I felt too bored and switched to learning painting. Calligraphy was still at the level of being able to write my own name.

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