"Weichen plans to first find out the character, hobbies and interests of the envoys of the Kingdom of Jin. Once he has figured it out, he will find a way to get along with them, and then he will tell the whole thing slowly and recount the officials' painstaking efforts in detail. "
"I believe that after listening to the official's golden words, the northern barbarians will return to the north calmly and do what they should do. Don't be too ambitious and try to annex the entire Liao Kingdom."
Zhao Ji¡¯s hand paused slightly, and he glanced sideways at Wu Zhi.
Zhao Ji suddenly thought of something. He put down the pen in his hand and asked Wu Zhi: "By the way! Did you really write the Three Character Classic?"
Wu Zhi shook his head: "Going back to the official family, the Three Character Classic was written by Wei Chen's mentor."
"Oh? You still have a master?"
"Back at home, Wei Chen did have a mentor, but Wei Chen was too young and dull at the time. Much of the knowledge imparted by his mentor has been forgotten in Java."
"I just left a few words of kindness. But even so, it has been used for a lifetime. Even the current painting skills of the officials are mostly taught by my mentor."
Wu Zhi¡¯s words made Zhao Ji nod.
Although his back was turned to Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi could clearly feel that the aura exuded by the emperor had obviously softened, and there was less of a sense of hidden knives in his smile.
"I see."
In fact, it is not difficult to guess Zhao Ji¡¯s thoughts.
Wu Zhi himself was once a boss. Although the company was not very big, there were only a few hundred people under him.
¡°But Wu Zhi knows that as a superior, the most taboo thing is for his subordinates to be stronger than himself, especially in the areas where he is good at.
If the painting technique "Three Character Classic" came from Wu Zhi's hand, then Wu Zhi might not survive more than a month in Tokyo.
But if you make up a master. If you then make this master an outsider, or even an old god living in seclusion in the mountains, the meaning will be different.
Zhao Ji put down his pen, picked up his tea cup and sat down. He looked at Wu Zhi: "Come, tell me what kind of master this mentor is?"
Wu Zhi stood respectfully in front of Zhao Ji, displaying his super professional eloquence when running sales!
As he talked, Wu Zhi really shaped his master into a peerless old immortal similar to Longhushan Celestial Master and Shuanglongshan Luo Zhenren.
"Oh, you also learned poetry and songs from this old god?"
Wu Zhi just said it casually, but Zhao Ji actually listened with interest.
Since the emperor asked everything, Wu Zhi could only nod his head.
"In that case, then you can sing a song for me now."
I just said it casually like I was bragging, but he actually took it seriously.
However, in order to deepen the emperor¡¯s impression of this old god and at the same time not to reveal his lie, Wu Zhi could only continue to make it up.
At first Wu Zhi didn¡¯t know what to sing, but he happened to see Wei Wan standing behind the bead curtain.
So he came up with a plan, and immediately sang out slowly with his slightly magnetic voice.
"Carve each line between the brows and heart, and think through it between paintings"
When Wu Zhi spoke, Zhao Ji, who had originally planned to ridicule Wu Zhi, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
And Wei Wan, who was standing behind the bead curtain, had a pair of water-reducing eyes that shone slightly.
"Lovesickness creeps into my heart, and I am still nostalgic. I shed tears on pear blossoms and wait for someone to return with my red makeup. The beauty I left behind is slowly becoming haggard"
Wu Zhi¡¯s voice is not beautiful, and he cannot truly sing out this lingering and pathos feeling.
But it was only the first time for Zhao Ji, Wei Wan and others to hear this song, and they had never heard such a graceful and melodious melody before, so they were deeply immersed in it.
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