Chapter 133 Longevity Chart Longevity Chart
Su Fengzhang turned around and looked at Meng Ting, and the two walked together in tacit understanding.
There was still Su Qu between the two of them. He smiled slightly and whispered, "Feng Zhang and Brother Meng have joined forces. Isn't this leaving no way for us to survive?"
Su Fengzhang also replied in a low voice: "I write poems and paint for Your Majesty, so naturally I only seek the best."
Meng Ting simply ignored him. It was obvious that the two of them had similar temperaments, but Meng Ting and Su Qu were not completely strangers to each other, but they were almost the same, with a somewhat king-like attitude of not meeting each other.
Su Qi had no intention of saying anything more and walked straight towards the messenger.
The remaining Jinshi also quickly paired up, obviously hoping that the poems would be more outstanding if they were accompanied by paintings. He Tang was famous for his paintings of beauties, and now he became the object of everyone's competition.
The emperor saw that something strange had happened again and laughed, saying, "Today is a happy day. How about I play the zither to liven up the atmosphere?"
This was probably the first emperor in the world who offered to play the piano to entertain his ministers.
When this was mentioned, the official who had been pretending to be dumb could no longer sit still and immediately shouted, "Your Majesty, is this inappropriate?"
The Crown Prince also said, "Father, you are the ruler of a country. How can you play the qin for a few mere Jinshi scholars? This would be beneath your dignity. How about inviting the palace musicians over? What do you think?"
The emperor's face showed a hint of displeasure, and his expression darkened. "I play the zither for leisure and elegance. Don't these scholars think I am dignified after playing the zither once?"
Seeing the situation was getting worse, the Fourth Prince quickly stepped forward and shouted, "Your Majesty, if you're in a good mood, it's naturally fine. However, I noticed you looked tired just now, so I can't trouble you to play the zither anymore. Why don't you let me play the zither to liven things up? Your Majesty, please agree to this."
After hearing this, the emperor's expression softened, and a smile appeared in the corners of his eyes: "You are indeed thoughtful."
The Fourth Prince smiled slightly, and as expected, he asked someone to bring a seven-stringed zither over. Big T looked like he was going to play the zither seriously.
The prince secretly cursed his younger brother for being cunning and shameless in his attempt to please the emperor, and their good father just fell for it. As a prince, he really couldn't understand what his father was thinking.
The scholars below were also surprised. They were almost scared by the emperor's intention to play the piano himself before, and now that the fourth prince sat down to play the piano, everyone was flattered.
The Fourth Prince's piano skills are surprisingly quite good. Although they cannot be described as heavenly sounds, the melodies soar when his jade fingers play the piano, and one can tell that he has put in a lot of hard work. This is really rare for a prince like him.
Su Fengzhang turned his head to glance at Meng Ting, and saw that he had a smile on his face. He whispered in his ear, "Brother Xu once said that His Majesty loves painting, poetry, and the zither."
Well, this is probably the reason why the Fourth Prince worked so hard. You can tell from the satisfied look on the Emperor's face.
Su Fengzhang raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "What poem are you going to write? Is it about this Qionglin Banquet, or the Fourth Prince's "High Mountains and Flowing Water", or about His Majesty?"
Meng Ting smiled slightly and whispered something in his ear again. Su Fengzhang's eyes lit up, and he asked with a smile, "What do you think of this idea? It's simple for me, but it's a little more difficult for you to draw."
Su Fengzhang made a template in his mind and quickly replied: "Yes."
Meng Ting nodded and said, "In that case, let's get started."
The two men stood in front of the table, one on the left and one on the right. At this time, the palace servants had already cleared away the meals and replaced them with pens, ink, paper and inkstone. The high-quality rice paper exuded fragrance, waiting for this group of literati to start writing.
Although it was not an exam, every Jinshi showed his best skills at this time. You know, the emperor would be watching directly this time, so they naturally didn't want to fall behind.
Meng Ting is worthy of being called a talented man. Within the time it takes for a stick of incense to pass, a poem has already appeared on paper.
Su Fengzhang took the time to take a look at it, and was impressed. Although it was a beautiful poem to flatter someone, it was rare to be able to write something original, especially when Meng Ting wrote about the horse, the poem was so fresh and refined.
If it were him, it would be just mediocre at best, and he would definitely not be able to come up with such an idea.
When it comes to poetry, Su Fengzhang has always felt that he is far inferior to Meng Ting, and now he is even more certain.
However, he was quite confident in painting. The two had already communicated about the essence of the painting, so he was not idle when Meng Ting was writing poetry. Thanks to his super-temporal and spatial skills and transcendent aesthetics, a beautiful painting slowly took shape.
Unconsciously, the music of the zither stopped, and the Fourth Prince stood up and looked back with the Emperor.
The first painting was by Su Shi and his friend Su Yu. It depicted the magnificent scenery of Qionglin, with a touch of royal grandeur. Although the painting had not yet been finished, the flavor of cultural prosperity was vividly displayed on the paper.
The emperor nodded and praised: "It's a good idea."
When he walked to Su Fengzhang's side, the emperor was a little disappointed. He had heard of Su Fengzhang's paintings before, but now he saw that his paintings were realistic. Although they were well-painted, they were a bit boring.
However, he did not reveal his disappointment. After all, he was the chosen number one scholar. If Su Fengzhang was too embarrassed, wouldn't he be embarrassed as well?
As he continued walking, the emperor became more and more disappointed. There were a few good poems, but very few good paintings. He didn't know if the candidates this year were only concerned with reading the Four Books and Five Classics and forgot about music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
When the emperor reached He Tang's side, he couldn't help but stop.
It turned out that He Tang had taken a different approach. Although the painting was still of the Qionglin Banquet, there was a group of fairies dancing at the banquet. There were fairies playing the pipa, and others dancing the Huxuan dance. Each of them had its own unique charm.
It would be more appropriate to call it a painting of beauties rather than a banquet. If there were not a few figures around that symbolize officials and scholars, this painting would have been painted entirely for the beauty.
If it were a more serious emperor, he would probably be furious at this moment, and scold this Jinshi for not doing his job properly and actually painting a picture of a beauty at the Qionglin Banquet.
But the current emperor was not a pedantic person. On the contrary, he was so delighted when he saw the painting that he stopped moving forward and stood by, staring at it intently.
The officials who followed closely behind took a look and understood that the painting had hit the emperor's heart. They felt helpless. Only Grand Tutor Zhang coughed to remind the emperor not to show it too obviously.
As a result, when he reminded him, the emperor suddenly came to his senses and applauded, "Well, this painting is excellent."
The Crown Prince, the Fourth Prince, and the ministers all looked miserable, but there was nothing they could do.
Especially the Crown Prince and Grand Tutor Zhang could not help but frown. Grand Tutor Zhang looked at He Tang deeply and remembered this Jinshi in his heart. It was obvious that he had already classified him as a treacherous minister.
The emperor read it again and again, delighted at the sight of prey, and did not look back until the end. When he looked at the poem written by the Jinshi next to He Tang, he directly commented: "This poem is too vulgar and unmatched."
The scholar did not expect the emperor to say this directly. His face turned pale and he even trembled while writing.
He should be thankful that the palace examination is over, otherwise, in such an impolite state, who knows whether the emperor would come up with a stroke of genius and directly fail him. Now that it is the Qionglin Banquet, there is no danger of failure.
The Emperor refused to move forward, so Grand Tutor Zhang stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince to move forward and select outstanding poems and paintings to present to Your Majesty, thus saving Your Majesty the trouble."
The emperor waved his hand and said casually, "Okay, go and see if there are any better ones."
The Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince looked at each other and walked to the back from both sides.
At this time, the prince seemed very polite and courteous, which made the group of new scholars flattered and moved to tears of gratitude.
Compared to him, the Fourth Prince also looked very approachable, but only these two brothers knew what he was thinking in his heart.
When the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince each selected several outstanding works and presented them, the Emperor was still looking at He Tang's painting of a beauty with great interest, and even repeatedly praised him, saying, "Your painting skills are outstanding, my dear He Tang. I must reward you generously."
He Tang was also happy, thinking that his more than ten years of painting beauties were not in vain.
At least I still remember that at the Qionglin Banquet, the emperor finally put down the painting of the beauty and looked at other works. He was disappointed when he saw them, and only gave a few perfunctory compliments.
Then he suddenly asked, "Where are Su Zhuangyuan's paintings?"
Someone presented Su Fengzhang and Meng Ting's works. The emperor liked the poem as soon as he saw it. He smiled and said, "Meng Tanhua is exaggerating. It makes me feel ashamed."
Meng Ting immediately said, "Your Majesty is like this in the hearts of your subjects. Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, so naturally you are like a god."
The emperor laughed heartily and asked, "It's just that this painting... Su Zhuangyuan, is there any mystery behind it?"
It's no wonder he was surprised. It was simply because the painting was too realistic, even worse than Su Qu's. This was in stark contrast to Su Fengzhang's reputation for superb painting skills.
The emperor had originally asked casually, but Su Fengzhang nodded and bowed, saying, "That's right. I dare to ask Your Majesty to draw the final stroke."
The emperor was immediately intrigued and asked curiously, "Oh, where do you want me to paint it?"
Su Fengzhang said with a smile, "Your Majesty, please spray a mouthful of wine on the painting."
The Fourth Prince interrupted and said, "Is it possible that Su Zhuangyuan wants to recreate the scene of snow melting into spring?"
"Come here, bring some wine." The emperor shouted excitedly. A glass of wine was handed to him. The emperor took a gulp of it and sprayed it towards the painting without any skill.
Many people present were secretly waiting to see the joke. You know, the emperor would not help with forgery. If the painting did not show any strange vision, then Su Zhuangyuan would be in trouble.
Among them were some Jinshi scholars who had studied this painting technique after the literary contest between the North and the South. They knew that the principle looked simple but was actually difficult to paint, and they all hoped that Su Fengzhang would make a fool of himself.
Who would have thought that after the emperor took a sip of wine, the picture of the banquet in the Qionglin Palace where the poem was written immediately changed. The original royal garden became filled with smoke, and there was even a hint of fairy music. At the bottom of the whole picture, a blooming lotus was looming. When the wine was sprinkled on it, the lotus appeared. When everyone watched the wine dry up, the lotus disappeared again.
"This! Could this be a banquet in the immortal palace?" the emperor shouted in surprise.
Su Fengzhang replied with a smile, "Since Meng Tanhua wrote about the Immortal Palace Banquet, I, a humble official, must also paint a picture of it."
"It is only my humble knowledge and limited talent that allows me to use this trivial technique to recreate the immortal palace banquet. I hope Your Majesty will not blame me."
The emperor was not to blame. He was simply mesmerized by the beautiful scenery and clapped his hands in praise, "Excellent, excellent! What a wonderful song and painting of a banquet for immortals! I have truly broadened my horizons today."
Upon seeing this, the Fourth Prince immediately spoke up, "Father, it's a good omen that such a masterpiece can be presented at today's Qionglin Banquet. Just now, I was looking at the banquet map. Father, you look like a Heavenly Emperor, and I, along with the others, look like the immortals sitting beside him. I was incredibly excited."
The emperor, with a certain superstition in his heart, was even more delighted after hearing this. "That's right. If Su Zhuangyuan were to be modest in his painting skills, no other painter in the world would dare to claim to be the best. I really like this painting of the Immortal Palace Banquet. Come, please frame it properly and hang it in the Wenzheng Hall."
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