Your Majesty wants to see me?

Xue Hongjian was stunned and immediately said seriously: "Lead the way."

The Duke's Mansion is extremely large, and the location for the reception of the Divine Emperor is in the inner courtyard. There are hanging flower doors along the way with armored imperial guards guarding it, which is very grand.

When Xue Hongjian stepped into the inner courtyard, there was a gurgling sound of water flowing in his ears, and in an instant, he added a tiger roaring and ape crying, as if he was in the mountains and fields.

He was in a daze before he heard the sound of the misty piano coming from the hall ahead, and all the distracting thoughts in his heart disappeared.

I stood there and sorted out my clothes, and then I walked to the front of the hall and saw that there were maids in the luxuriously decorated hall, and vegetables, vegetables, melons and fruits were placed on the long table.

One of them was cross-legged and playing the piano. He was wearing a wide robe and was about thirty years old, but his head was covered with long silver hair and was floating out of the dust. He thought he was the great monk from Molin.

Opposite it was Duke Lu, who was over fifty years old and looked happy.

Between the two, at the head of the table, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes and noble temperament sat cross-legged.

His black hair is moist and bright, with a smile on his eyes, but he cannot hide the majesty and elegance he has developed to look down at the temple. He is the current God Emperor, and Emperor Yuanqing is undoubtedly.

At this moment, Emperor Qing of Yuan held a wine bottle in one hand and placed it on the table in the other hand, gently patting with the sound of the piano, as if immersed in it.

Finally.

After the song was over, the wine in the glass was gone, and laughed:

"I heard that Mo Lin is very good at 'paintings', 'music', 'go', and the two were both good. Mr. Gao was really stingy and refused to show it. Only when he could tell the rumors of a song today were false."

Duke Lu quickly echoed and praised, while Gao Mingjing smiled slightly: "I am better at paintings, and if I talk about music, it will be unsatisfactory."

This Versailles is integrated into the bones...

After the business blew each other for a while, Duke Lu gave his son a look, and Xue Hongjian hurriedly bowed: "I have seen Your Majesty, and Mr. Gao."

Emperor Yuan Qing smiled and asked him to get closer, and exclaimed:

"Sure enough, elegant and handsome, with a talented person, and his appearance when he was a Duke of the People's Republic of China. I heard that you have been admitted to the Imperial Heaven Supervision Practice?"

Xue Hongjian was respectful: "Your Majesty praised you, I was lucky enough to be imprisoned and temporarily appointed Si Chen."

Gao Mingjing smiled and said, "Speaking of this, the Imperial Heavenly Prison has also begun to prepare for the Shendu Award."

...It turned out that it was not His Majesty who wanted to see me, but Mo Lin's great monk inquiring about the news... Xue Hongjian's thoughts were heard and began to answer Gao Mingjing's question carefully.

With the presence of the God Emperor, he must not give the Imperial Heaven Supervisor a loss, but it is not easy to brag about, as this level is difficult to grasp.

The two of them had a question and answer for a while, and Gao Mingjing suddenly remembered something and asked:

"There is Ji Ping'an, who is the Si Chen who is at your level, what's wrong with him?"

Gao Mingjing had never seen Ji Ping'an, but the last time he was a guest at Jinyuan, it happened to be a monthly exam and wrote down this name.

I was quite impressed.

Xue Hongjian was stunned, thought for a while, and answered truthfully: "Brother Ji has entered the wooden academy and is the eldest disciple, and now he has also entered the special training class."

Gao Mingjing said in surprise: "He will practice for a short time."

Xue Hongjian made a tactful speech and explained it.

But even after his speech processing, Ji Ping'an's experience after entering prison was still too legendary. He was surprised to hear the people present.

"It's interesting." Emperor Yuan Qing commented with a smile.

But after all, he was just a little man. He lost interest when he heard that he would not represent the Imperial Heaven Superintendent this year.

Gao Mingjing became more and more curious. Just as he was about to ask in detail, he saw the Divine Emperor wave his hand: "Since I have entered the Imperial Heaven Prison, I should encourage my practice, go down."

Xue Hongjian was granted a general amnesty and took the donkey to the side. When he left the inner hall, he realized that he was sweating all over and his clothes were wet. He couldn't help but be curious:

"How come Molin's big shots know Ji Ping'an?"

He couldn't figure it out.

...

...

That night, the God Emperor returned to the palace by car, and Gao Mingjing stayed for one night at Duke Lu’s kind invitation.

He said goodbye the next morning and left.

The carriage was walking on the spacious street of Shendu, in the carriage, Gao Mingjing sat on the soft silk cushion, thinking about the news he had found recently.

Molin has sent a letter and will arrive in Shendu in a few days.

In the next period of time, several major sects in the Great Zhou territory will also arrive one after another.

Regarding the Imperial Heaven Supervision, his focus is still on "Luo Huaizhu" and the geniuses of various academies led by Wang Xian. As for Ji Ping'an... this year will not be a threat, but it is also worth paying attention to the potential he has shown.

"It's just that I don't have the chance to meet, and I'll be in vain when I hear you." Gao Mingjing sighed.

Suddenly, in a dark inkstone around his waist, the solidified ink thawed like ice and rolled like frost and snow.

A strange elf, half a palm-sized and dark green, crawled out, snatched the edge of the inkstone with both hands, raised his head, and twitched his nose and smelled something.

"Guru~"

Then, the ink girl vomited a few bubbles, and suddenly seemed to find a yellow dog in prey, rolled up the inkstone and flew towards the car window.

Then, it hit the pane and rolled in the air.

"What did you find?" Gao Mingjing raised his eyebrows and became curious.

Mo Nu is a unique "artifact spirit" that is unique to Mo Lin's inheritance. It is eccentric and talented, and has an amazing sensitivity to the rhyme of calligraphy and painting.

Now that she looks like this, she will only be like this when she discovers calligraphy and paintings that she likes.

"Stop." Gao Mingjing opened his mouth, then pressed the inkstone with one hand, poked his body out of the curtain, and followed the sensing to the head of a scholar walking slowly on the street holding a roll of painted paper.

"This young man," Gao Mingjing called him and smiled, "Is there a painting in your hand? Can you lend me a look?"

This requirement is quite abrupt.

The scholar was obviously stunned, but he was a wise man. He could see at first glance that the person on the carriage was not simple. He bowed and said politely:

"Sir, you must see that it is impossible."

As he said that, he presented the drawing paper and Gao Mingjing was curious and swept it casually.

Immediately... The great monk who was enough to leave a name in history to talk about painting traits lit up his eyes and couldn't help but let out a light ejaculation:

"This painting..."

He sat upright slightly, looked at the flowers and birds carefully, and exclaimed:

"How wonderful, so wonderful. I don't expect that God has such a person. Although the painting technique is a little worse, the charm of the gods is natural. Did you do this painting?"

The scholar waved his hands quickly:

"I dare not steal my name. This painting was painted by a young man and gave it to me at will. Oh... If you are interested, you can walk there. There is a teahouse called "Anxiang". The man painted many gifts to the tea lovers."

"Oh?" Gao Mingjing was shocked and thanked him.

He didn't take a bus, so he simply walked towards the scholar's direction.

Along the way, I met two hand-held painters again, saying that they were drinking tea in the teahouse, which was given by a young man.

The style of painting is completely different, but the meaning is long, which makes Gao Mingjing's curiosity more and more intense.

When he finally followed the guidance and stepped into the second floor of the teahouse with green vines hanging on the exterior wall and elegantly decorated inside, he was surprised to find that a group of tea guests were enjoying a freshly baked painting, which was amazing.

And in the inner side of the street by the window, a pair of men and women sat next to a bright table.

The girl was wearing a lotus leaf-colored silk skirt, with her face clean, her cheeks bulging, and holding pastries in her hands, immersing herself in the world of food without any effort.

Another young man with a calm temperament was sitting upright at the table and was carefully cleaning his brush.

As if he sensed the gaze, the young man turned his head and glanced at him.

Just at this glance, the famous monk Molin suddenly burst into tears in his heart, but it felt like an indescribable feeling, but it was fleeting, as if it was an illusion.

He suppressed his strange emotions, Gao Mingjing floated forward with his big sleeves, lowered his eyes and looked at a tree of cold plums on the paper on the desktop, his eyes becoming brighter:

"You did this painting?"

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PS: The boss will throw another 150,000 coins! Congratulations to the leader! I wish the boss will not stick to the pan and eat leeks without stuffing his teeth!
Chapter completed!