Universal Creation: Creating Chaos at the Beginning

Chapter 682

Huang Jin responded, and immediately took a note, while Han Rui was dumbfounded, and was speechless for a long time.

"What? If you're not satisfied, then change someone." Zhao Ji frowned and said, "I'll just choose someone else."

Han Rui shook his head quickly, squeezed out a bright smile, and said respectfully: "No need, Your Majesty's eloquent words, there's nothing I can defy, I'm just a little flattered."

Zhao Ji smiled, didn't say anything, waved his hand, and changed the subject: "I've seen the painting you drew just now, it's really a masterpiece, it's a pity..."

Han Rui's heart skipped a beat, he vaguely guessed something, and asked a little nervously, "Your Majesty thinks it's not right."

"What's wrong lies in the composition and techniques, which are still raw and immature." Zhao Ji pointed out the flaws.

Han Rui pondered for a while, and said softly: "This is my weakness, maybe I can spend more effort to further deepen the confirmation and pondering."

Zhao Ji nodded and said appreciatively, "Han Aiqing has a good attitude. She is persistent, tenacious, hardworking, willing to endure hardships and stand hard work. She is a man to be made."

Han Rui calmed down, said a few words humbly, and suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, what did you mean when you said that painting skills are my weakness?"

"Calligraphy and painting are also a kind of art, especially the works of famous masters, which are invaluable. Naturally, they can't be given away casually. Otherwise, if it spreads out, others will definitely suspect that there is a mystery hidden in the painting." Zhao Ji said slowly: "So, I have specially summoned you to invite you into the palace to observe."

Han Rui was stunned, and then he felt a little strange. It was impossible to hide the news of himself in the capital from the emperor. Why did he keep it so mysterious? Could it be... Han Rui's inspiration flashed, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Why, what do you remember?" Zhao Ji asked with interest.

"No..." Han Rui shook his head quickly, but he was wondering whether this possibility was possible.

"It's okay, you can just say it, don't worry about it." Zhao Ji smiled and said with a very magnanimous look. Anyway, he has made a decision now, even if Han Rui guessed it right, there is nothing he can do.

"That humble minister is daring." Han Rui hesitated, and said slowly, "Your Majesty, I think this picture of mountains and rivers is not only as simple as it appears on the surface."

Zhao Ji blinked and motioned for him to continue.

"Your Majesty, please look. Although the picture of mountains and rivers is beautiful, it always feels a bit dull." Han Rui pointed out, "It's like someone is holding a pen and scribbling on it randomly, without any rules."

"What else?" Zhao Ji asked with a smile.

"Besides that, there is one more thing, that is...the artist probably didn't pay attention." Han Rui said hesitantly, "Or, he didn't dare to observe carefully at all."

"Don't dare to be careful?" Zhao Ji smiled and said: "This is the truth, not only the painter, but also me, don't dare to focus too much, as long as you grasp the general framework, the so-called verve requires careful attention. Realize."

"Then, this painting..." Han Rui asked: "Why don't you let me try painting, maybe I can discover new mysteries and make up for this deficiency."

"This..." Zhao Ji hesitated.

Han Rui earnestly said: "Your Majesty, let me give it a go."

"Okay." Zhao Ji thought for a while, and finally agreed, after all, it is a good thing, and there is no need to worry, there is really something wrong, anyway, he believes that Han Rui will not play with fire and set himself on fire.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Han Rui breathed a sigh of relief, hurried out, stood in front of the door, looked back, his heart warmed slightly, and he understood that Zhao Ji made an exception and allowed him to enter the palace purely for Qian Feng's sake. .

Well, Qian Feng, this kid really has a conscience, it's not in vain that I love you for so many years.Han Rui thought to himself, but he didn't show any gratitude. On the contrary, he was sardonic and gloating.

"Han Aiqing, go quickly." Imperial Physician Li reminded: "Don't delay the business."

"Thank you for reminding me, sir." Han Rui clasped his hands and hurried to the servant's room, opened the drawer, took out a brush and cinnabar, dipped it in the thick black juice, and painted it on the rice paper. This is a habit he has practiced recently.

After drawing dozens of times, Han Rui stopped writing, kneaded his sore arm, and sighed, alas, life with handicapped hands is really sad.

Beside, Huang Chengyan watched silently, couldn't help laughing, smiled slightly, and said: "How, Brother Han's painting skills, have you improved?"

"No." Han Rui sighed, and said helplessly, "It's still at the superficial stage."

"Then, what do you think of the artistry of this "Mountain and River Picture"?" Huang Chengyan smiled, intending to show off, and said: "Of course, I'm just talking casually. If you don't understand, I can ask you for advice."

"Sir, you're joking." Han Rui said modestly. He is a layman, so he can tell that he is already very good. Besides, the essence of a painting lies not in the style of painting, but in the artistic conception. If you don't know the trick, you can draw well No matter how good it is, it can't reach the superb level.

"Hehe, Brother Han, don't underestimate yourself. The skill of painting is not determined by people. The most important thing is to have a soul." Huang Chengyan said: "You have to be clear, everyone's paintings represent a painter. They have integrated many things in their paintings and formed a unique painting style, so they can be called famous artists."

Han Rui nodded in agreement, but... what does this have to do with me?
"Over the years, the imperial court has been promoting landscape painting, but it has never been perfect. However, there is a kind of painting that can be refreshing and even shocking." Huang Chengyan said with emotion: "Brother Han, listening to your words is better than reading ten words." Year book, in the future, if you have any doubts, I can ask you for help."

"Thank you." Han Rui smiled and said, "Then... sir, which master's masterpiece is this picture of mountains and rivers?"

"I don't know." Huang Chengyan said frankly: "It is said that he is a hermit who has traveled all over the world."

"Oh." Han Rui nodded slightly, and asked again, "What's his name?"

"I don't know, no one knows." Huang Chengyan shook his head and said: "It is said that this hermit's whereabouts are erratic, appearing and disappearing from time to time, coming and going without a trace."

"Uh... that's because no one knows it, so it's not worth mentioning." Han Rui comforted, but he was a little disappointed.

"Brother Han, what's the meaning of this painting?" Huang Chengyan asked in surprise, "If you like it, you can take it out of the palace and ask His Majesty to include it in addition."

"No need, it's just idle and boring." Han Rui waved his hand and said, "Don't bother."

"So..." Huang Chengyan pondered for a moment, and suggested: "Otherwise, you can write a letter to His Majesty, explaining in detail the advantages and disadvantages of this picture of mountains and rivers, and His Majesty may think about it."

"That's right." Han Rui's eyes lit up, he was delighted at once, and nodded repeatedly: "I'll write a letter right away."

As soon as he said it, Han Rui quickly spread out a clean white silk, sat in front of the table, lowered his head and stared at the picture of mountains and rivers, and meditated for a while, pictures of majestic and majestic mountains and rivers appeared in his head, and gradually, Han Rui seems to be in the clouds, as if he is on the sky, overlooking all things and the common people.

At this moment, Han Rui forgot everything, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a sword, hanging above the clouds, emitting a dazzling light, sharp and aggressive.

A majestic momentum erupted suddenly, disturbing the surrounding crowd. Everyone raised their heads in a daze. They didn't know what happened, but they could feel it. At this moment, the air seemed to become thin and oppressive. Difficulties, they retreated one after another, so as not to be affected by the fish in the pond.

In an instant, Han Rui opened his eyes and recovered as before, with an elegant smile on his face, stretched out his hand to caress the picture of mountains and rivers, and said with deep meaning: "This is the posture that a king should have."

"Brother Han, what happened just now?" Doctor Li and others came over curiously, but they didn't know why.

"It's nothing." Han Rui smiled and said, "I just feel a majestic and heroic spirit rushing to my nostrils."

"It's unscientific." Doctor Li shook his head in disbelief.

Han Rui didn't explain, and left with a wave of his sleeves, and went back to his residence to rest. After a while, when he fell into a drowsy sleep, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

"Bang!" The door slammed open suddenly, and two people barged in. One of them was wearing a Confucian gown in green and a purple gold belt around his waist. Delicate, slightly thick lips, revealing a little simple and honest.

The two entered the room, looked around for a while, and the older Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi asked, "Where is Mr. Li?"

"He's not in the house." The young man said, pointing to the corner of the table and chairs, there was a speck of dust.

"Looking for death, how dare you be lazy." The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi was furious and rushed out. After a while, he came back out of breath, gritted his teeth and said, "You bastard, you won't cry when you see the coffin."

"Uncle." The young man hastily tugged, dissuading him in a low voice: "Father has told you before, don't cause trouble."

"Don't cause trouble, don't let that bastard bully you." The Tsing Yi Confucian stared and said: "If you don't beat him, it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart."

"That's Dad, what he said must be reasonable." The young man argued.

"What do you mean by what he said? That's nonsense." The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi scolded, suddenly stunned, and then suddenly realized: "It turns out that this guy is playing tricks."

The young man nodded and said: "Uncle, you know, then go and tell father immediately."

The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi snorted: "I don't want to, you go to him and let him find it by himself..."

"Uncle, you are too stingy." The young man complained, "It's really..."

"Get out, brat, how dare you say me." The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi was furious, and raised his fist.

The young man hurriedly jumped away, hid under the counter, and said with his head: "Uncle, let me call father for you."

"You're smart." The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi sneered and turned around slowly.

At the right time, the young man crept out of the counter, ran to the front of the hall, and shouted: "Father..."

"What are you arguing about?" A man walked in, with a straight face, and said in a bad tone: "Who allowed you to come in."

The young man panicked and said, "Father, it's me..."

"Nonsense." The man yelled: "Who told you to come in without authorization? Also, you were the one who called me just now. Is there anything urgent?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, then said bravely, "Father, it's...Brother Han...he's drawing in the study, why don't you go over and have a look."

"En." The man pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "You lead the way."

Following the young man, he came to the study room, only to find that Han Rui was staring at the picture scroll intently, not moving at all. Not only that, but there was also an intoxicated expression on his face, as if he was admiring the treasures of the world. The man was a little surprised, carefully I looked at the picture scroll, but I didn't have any impression.

"Brother Han." The man waved his hand and said softly, "What are you looking at?"

"Huh..." Han Rui turned around and said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Come and see, is there anything I can do for you?" The man asked, but his heart was full of suspicion, because Han Rui definitely didn't know him when he thought about it.

"Yes, of course." Han Rui immediately stood up, walked over quickly, and introduced enthusiastically: "Look, the artistic conception of this picture is somewhat similar to your "Spring River Flower and Moon Night". It is the eyes of the person in the painting, it is really sharp and domineering, it is worthy of everyone's handwriting..."

"Brother Han, there is no need to compliment me." The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly, "This is a map of mountains, rivers, and land that I drew. It's not a famous work, and it's not worth much. It's just for decoration."

"Uh, I'm sorry." Han Rui smiled and apologized, but refused to give up, and continued to praise: "Although this is the case, I think this picture of mountains and rivers is very beautiful, and it is more vivid and elegant than "Spring River Moonlight Night". "

"Yes, the painting is really good." The boy next to him also nodded in agreement, and then asked curiously: "I don't know how long you have been here, how did you know the name of this painting, and it looks very familiar to you. "

"This is..." Han Rui said with a smile: "You all know that this is an ancient painting that is famous all over the world. For a period of time, I used it to study it every day, sometimes even without sleep, and it happened to be completed today, and it is being revised and perfected. You came at a good time, and we will discuss it."

Han Rui's mouth was splattered and babbled, the two were dumbfounded and speechless for a long time.

"Brother Han, you are really talented and well-read." After a while, the Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi sighed in admiration: "However, since this is the case, why bother to ruin your body just for a picture."

Han Rui nodded lightly, expressing his agreement: "Yes, I have a heavy workload on weekdays, and I have to study and practice calligraphy at night. I don't have time to study painting, so I ask my classmates for advice. When I see their poems, songs, articles and portraits, I have an idea. I got interested, so I borrowed it for reference.”

After finishing speaking, Han Rui pointed to a certain place on the map of mountains and rivers, and reminded: "Look, this location should outline a pavilion instead of bushes and trees. A bamboo pole should be added to this place."

The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi followed the trend and found that the place Han Rui was pointing at happened to be among the rocks.

(End of this chapter)