Chapter 59: Officials bestow the horse with the name Wuzhao
Chapter 59 The official gave the horse the name Wu Zui
Zhao Ji did not use the thin gold style for these five characters, but instead used another kind of wild cursive that was very casual but very personal.
Each of the five characters looks awkward when viewed individually, but when combined together, the overall picture is magnificent.
Indeed a great calligrapher and painter.
They are all excellent products at your fingertips.
Wang Lin was amazed when he saw it.
Zhao Ji was inherently weak and mediocre in every possible way, but in terms of his artistic attainments in calligraphy and painting, not to mention in the Song Dynasty, even looking at future generations, he was at the top of the pyramid.
"Wang Lin, have you seen that the way of calligraphy is not limited to one pattern? Only when the form and the meaning are in harmony can you see the skill."
Zhao Ji was talking eloquently, and when he saw that Wang Lin was listening attentively, he was even more happy and said: "You can teach me a child. However, you don't have to be too modest. When it comes to my thin golden body, I am the best in the world, and you are the best in the world."
The second person in the world, my calligraphy inheritance has a successor, I feel really happy!"
Zhao Ji is indeed happy. He created his own thin gold body not for his own entertainment, but to pass it on to future generations and make his name immortal.
Wang Lin quickly said modestly: "Wang Lin doesn't dare to accept the official reward!"
Zhao Ji laughed and said, "Wang Lin, given your calligraphy and literary talents, you can stay with me and become a scholar, stay with me every day, and study calligraphy and painting with me, okay?"
Zhao Ji was slightly looking forward to it.
It is rare for him to see someone like Wang Lin who is super talented in calligraphy, especially in practicing his thin gold body. Naturally, he wants to keep Wang Lin by his side and accompany him in his romance as a scholar.
Wang Lin bowed and went down: "For the record, I have been practicing martial arts, riding and shooting, so that one day I can protect our country and drive away foreign enemies..."
Zhao Ji frowned: "Wang Lin, your martial arts, riding and shooting are indeed superb. I believe that you must be the leader of this year's martial arts. However, the people we use most in our country in the Song Dynasty are civil servants. You can serve the court even in the court.
, why do you insist on being a military general? If you lead the army to fight and kill, wouldn't it be that your good literary talents and calligraphy are in vain!"
Wang Lin said lightly: "In the official family, there are many people in the Song Dynasty who are good at calligraphy and painting, and there is no shortage of Wang Lin in the carriages. For hundreds of years, the Song Dynasty has emphasized literature over martial arts, resulting in many people who can write and write, but few who can conquer and fight. Now
The Liao Dynasty occupied my hometown of Youyan, and the Jin Dynasty was eyeing the Central Plains, and the world was not at peace... If everyone came to sing and dance to bring peace, who would defend the country?"
Wang Lin was beaten to death for refusing to join the court as a civil servant.
At this time, it was only a few years since the Jingkang disaster, and there was not much time left for him. How could he stay in Tokyo and dig his own grave as a humble and humble official?
Zhao Ji fell silent.
"Everyone has his or her own ambitions, and I cannot force you to do so. However, if you practice my thin golden body, you should be my student. In a few days, if you pass the imperial examination, I will appoint you as the emperor's disciple and give you an official position.
Born in Tongwen Jinshi, as you wish!"
"Students, thank you to the officials!" Wang Lin took advantage of the situation and changed his tune.
Having this status as the emperor's student is of great significance to his future development.
Zhao Ji smiled, suddenly reached out and patted Wang Lin on the shoulder, and said: "I heard that the prince gave you a gentian silver gun, how about I give you another BMW?"
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Huang Kun, the internal supervisor, was ordered to take Wang Lin to Tiansi to supervise the selection of horses.
"Young Master Wang, let us first congratulate you for being appointed as the emperor's disciple by the official..."
Huang Kun cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Although the young master has not yet passed the palace examination, the official's words are eloquent and his words are followed. Regardless of the result of the palace examination, the title of disciple of the Emperor is indispensable."
"Thank you for your kind words." Wang Lin quietly stuffed a few taels of silver into his hand.
He didn't bring much money into the palace today.
Huang Kun smiled happily.
For people like him, the powerful people in the capital usually ignore him, but they don't know that such a small person in the palace can also accomplish great things at critical moments.
"There are hundreds of fine horses raised in the Tiansi Prison, and there are more than a hundred inner guards to serve them. They are all rare and high-quality horses in the world. You will have to choose carefully. You will stare at them!"
Huang Kun said lightly.
"I understand, thank you for your advice."
The two walked around and talked before entering Tiansi Prison.
The place where the emperor kept horses was called the Heavenly Stable, and the first thing he saw were eight purebred white horses, the so-called "Eight Horses."
No matter how tall or short, fat or thin, these eight horses are very similar in color, they look like they were born from the same mother. It is said that these are the eight horses that the official Zhao Ji loved very much. He personally named them after King Zhou Mu's eight horses, and even hung them with special horses.
Jade plaque with name written on it.
Wang Lin just took a look. These eight horses looked handsome and beautiful, but they were very ornamental. They were pets kept by the emperor and had never been in battle, so they were flashy.
give up.
Huang Kun took him to "Five Dragon Garden" again.
To put it bluntly, it is a courtyard with five horses. The white one is called "Xueyun", the black one is called "Tieli", the green one is called "Bicong", and the red and white one is called "Purple Jade".
The yellow and black ones are called "yellow fat", and their appearance and pedigree are certainly good.
But in Wang Lin's opinion, these five horses were extremely lazy and pampered, and were not suitable to be his mounts.
While passing by a relatively simple stable, Huang Kun secretly tugged at Wang Lin's lapel.
This is a horse that is completely blue and black. Compared with the Eight Horses, Five Dragons, etc. that I have seen before, this horse is not only far different in quality, but also treated even worse.
When the other horses waggled their tails, the underkeeper diligently came forward to comb and scratch them, but this horse could only roll on the muddy ground.
Its eyes flashed with a wild luster, its thin and angular horse head stared closely at Wang Lin, its muscles tensed, and it let out a very low neighing sound.
"It's called Wu Zhui, which was also named by the officials after a famous horse in ancient times. This horse was originally good, but it was too hot-tempered. No one dared to get close to it, let alone let people ride easily, so the officials didn't like it.
, just keep them here as you please.”
"We know that the young master is born with supernatural powers and is an invincible hero. When this fierce horse meets the young master, it can be regarded as finding a wise master. If the young master is interested, you might as well give it a try and see if you can subdue it."
Wang Lin nodded: "Please ask someone to open the stable."
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The two young eunuchs pulled the horse's reins, but the black horse didn't move at all. They even raised their heads to the sky and snorted, so proud that they tightened their grip.
The eunuch was sweating profusely and looked at Wang Lin with a wry smile.
Wang Lin lifted up his clothes, smiled slightly, stepped forward to take the reins of the horse, and pulled Wu Zui out with a gentle tug. The horse's eyes widened and it stamped on the ground with all its four hooves, trying to offset the huge force.
guidance, but in the end it was of no avail.
Upon seeing this, Huang Kun and others clapped, laughed, and praised him one after another.
The horse was also very understanding of human nature, and it actually heard the ridicule of Huang Kun and others, and kicked Wang Lin with its hoof.
If an ordinary person was kicked, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Wang Lin sneered, jumped aside, and struck the horse's belly with his hand.
The black horse was beaten so hard by Wang Lin that it neighed on its back and fell to the ground rolling in pain. When it stood up again, there was deep fear in its eyes when it looked at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin patted the horse's neck, and Wu Zui lowered his head to show his submission.