Chapter 94: A work written by Ying Wuji with great care. The one dressed in silk and satin is not a silkworm breeder!



Wasn't what he said just now inciting fans to curse?

Ying Wuji smiled slightly and said, "Of course it's not a big problem. It won't affect Lord Pingling's ambitions. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. If I see something wrong, I must say it. Lord Pingling is broad-minded and wants to listen sincerely. If I don't evaluate it carefully, then I am wrong! Brother Pingling, please lend me your help!"

Then he picked up the pen and walked forward, ready to start writing directly below the painting.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Qi's temples throbbed and he wrote directly on the painting, "You are so rude."

But he didn't say anything, because he knew that as long as Ying Wuji couldn't explain it, the more arrogant he acted now, the more he would be unable to hold his head up later.

The others also stared at Ying Wuji closely, wanting to see what he wanted to criticize.

Especially Zhao Ning.

Since she became regent, she has been working diligently at all times and has never slacked off when handling state affairs.

It's not like she hadn't read the advice from Zhao Qi's retainers. Each of them seemed to be about making the country strong and the people safe, but when she thought about it carefully, they were either vague and difficult to implement, or they had other motives hidden.

But it just so happened that Pingling Jun, who only spoke, received all kinds of praise from the people.

When she saw the picture painted by Zhao Qi, she was angry, but because of her status she couldn't say anything. She was in a very depressed mood.

But I didn’t expect Ying Wuji to take the initiative to stand up.

to be honest.

She was looking forward to Ying Wuji's poems. After all, his poems were all critical.

Just like that, under the gaze of everyone, Ying Wuji slowly put pen to paper.

Unexpectedly, this poem is surprisingly short.

Yesterday I entered Nanshi.

When I returned, my handkerchief was wet with tears.

Those who are covered in silk and satin,

Not a silkworm farmer.

"this……"

Everyone was stunned for a moment. In just such a short moment, a wisp of luck had already condensed in Ying Wuji's chest.

A work of meaning!

There are actually three consecutive works that contain profound meanings.

"Nanshi? Is it the market in the south of your Jiangcheng?"

"It should be. There are many people from outside the city living there, mostly carpenters and weavers..."

“I went there a few days ago and saw many cloth shops selling cloth there!”

"He who is dressed in silk and satin is not a silkworm farmer. What a wonderful sentence!"

"I didn't expect Ying Wuji to be a person who cares about the people."

"There's really no way to blame him for this. I heard from a Mohist friend of mine that he worked as a printer at Shangmo Bookstore, and Ying Wuji was very generous in paying him."

"It's a good poem, but what does it have to do with Pingling Jun's paintings?"

"Look... the clothes of the characters in Pingling Jun's painting."

"this……"

More and more people are beginning to observe the clothes of the characters in the paintings.

The laborers were all shirtless and their trousers were rolled up to their knees.

The young man was wearing a royal robe. Of course, the material of the robe could not be seen from the painting, but the only possible robe in the world could be silk. This was a real luxury item, and ordinary wealthy people would take good care of it when not wearing it. But he wore it directly to the river to show his sympathy for the people.

It seems... a little suspended!

Those who are dressed in silk and satin are not silkworm farmers.

The meaning of this sentence is already quite sad, and just at a glance it seems as if one can see the suffering of the people.

However, when placed under this painting at this moment, it adds a sense of absurdity.

A silkworm farmer will never own a silk robe in his lifetime, but he is forced to wear it while walking through the mud in the river, and is still considered to be compassionate to the people. The combination of the painting and the poem is so absurd that it makes people feel at a loss.

Wonderful!

Zhao Ning's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that Ying Wuji had found such a perfect angle, using the sufferings of the people in the poem to satirize the sympathy for the people in the painting.

What she couldn't stand the most was Zhao Qi's boastful "benevolence".

This poem by Ying Wuji really touched her heart.

"this……"

When Zhao Qi read the poem, he felt his head swelling. He could even hear the blood vessels beating at his temples, and his face was burning with embarrassment.

A feeling of anger echoed in my chest. How dare Ying Wuji do this!

Ying Wuji glanced at him and found that his emotion bar was already at eighty, only a little bit away from ninety!

He smiled at Zhao Qi and said, "Pingling Jun, don't mind. Although this poem is indeed what I thought in my heart, it is not meant to satirize Pingling Jun. It's just that I was careless when I was painting, and I happened to meet someone like me who is very picky. If I have offended you, I will apologize to you here!"

Um?

Everyone present was stunned. When did Ying Wuji become so easy to talk to?

Especially Luo Yan. After all, after Ying Wuji scolded him, he had never apologized to him so politely.

What happened today? Did you change your personality?

Zhao Qi was also a little confused. He was about to accept his apology and let bygones be bygones in front of everyone, but he was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth.

Ying Wuji smiled and said, "After all, river management has been around since the time of Emperor Yu, and officials along the Yellow River have long been familiar with it. If the painting only showed scenes of river management, who would know who was in charge of management? Lord Pingling had to draw the royal robe in order to emphasize his status, so this slightly suspended flaw is completely understandable!"

“Wow!”

The literary gathering suddenly became lively.

Although these words seemed to be an explanation for Zhao Qi, in fact, they were just short of scolding him.

The coastal officials can govern themselves, but you appeared in the painting, and for fear that others would not recognize you, you changed your clothes into a robe.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It’s even more exciting later!

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