Chapter 94: Uneducated and incompetent son-in-law 11
In the early morning of the second day, Zhao Junxin was busy working in his yard.
All kinds of flowers bought in Luoyang in spring have all survived under the careful care of Luoyang flower farmers and home gardeners.
Now that it's autumn, all the peonies are blooming and falling.
Zhao Junxin found a few rusted knives from the kitchen, took the rust down and poured water on each peony.
Rust water is also a fertilizer.
Carrying the bucket of rusty water, Zheng He complained, "I really don't understand, why do you have to do it yourself when a gardener is there?"
The good brother had been away for half a year, and when he heard the news of his return, he enthusiastically came to meet him early in the morning. As a result, he was immediately arrested by his brothers to do this kind of physical work.
"Of course you have to take care of your own flowers. Besides, I'm free to do anything." Zhao Junxin said, and then asked, "By the way, the imperial examinations have passed, why do you still have time to come and play with me?"
During the imperial examination in the spring, there was no problem in passing the Jinshi examination at the level of Zheng He. He is also the son of General Zheng. According to the normal progress, Zheng He is already in an official position, so there should be no time to come to him.
Zhao Junxin finished pouring a ladle of water, and when he looked up, he saw Zheng He's round face wrinkled and worried.
"What's wrong? Didn't pass the exam?" Zhao Junxin asked.
Zheng He shook his head and said, "I took the second place in the exam."
Then why are you worried?
Without any questions from his friend, Zheng He took his friend and started pouring bitter water in a low voice.
The exam went well. But the champion, the third flower, and the other jinshi of the same class have all taken up positions of all sizes, and he is the only one left vacant.
At the Qionglin banquet, the emperor asked the students to write poems. He won the second place in the list. The emperor was very happy with countless rewards, and Jinkou Yuyan said that he would personally arrange work for him.
As a result, I don't know whether it was my words and actions at the time that offended His Majesty, or whether His Majesty forgot him, there was no news of the work, and he was idle at home.
"I shouldn't have acted like I was, right?" Zheng He asked cautiously.
The second place is better than the champion. Isn't this a slap in the face of the emperor?
"Don't think about it, Your Majesty will definitely find a good position for you. It is very likely that a suitable position will be temporarily, and you need to wait." Zhao Jun thought.
The point of the champion is not to look at poetry and literature, and besides, the emperor will never be so stingy.
It's just that Zheng He's identity is sensitive, and General Zheng lives outside the gate with heavy troops in his hands. It is really difficult to arrange his son, the emperor. Maybe it's a test of Zheng He, or the emperor simply doesn't want to use Zheng He for his entire life...
After listening to Zhao Junxin's words, Zheng He was a little comforted.
"Forget it, I can only wait now." Zheng He calmly.
If you don't have a job, you don't have a job. Originally, his mother's intention was to take the imperial examination. He finds something to do himself first, and waits for the emperor to think of him one day, and then he goes to work.
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When Zheng He came to the door again, there were still three days before the 60th birthday of the Empress.
Zheng He, who was frowning all day at work, saw the picture of the Hundred Buddhas embroidered by his mother, and then remembered that the purpose of his brother's going out this time was not to play, but to paint for the queen.
He actually hasn't seen Zhao Junxin's paintings, which is totally inappropriate!
He felt the Zhao family in a hurry, and finally saw that Zhao Junxin was still busy with his peony.
Zhao Jun was pruning the branches of the peony. The last time Zheng He saw the peony, it was only a few dead trees. Now the leaves have fallen off, leaving only the bare firewood sticks in the yard.
Zheng He couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you grow some chrysanthemums? Or roses? Or plant evergreen plants."
Which one in the capital grows flowers like Zhao Junxin? A garden should have some flowers of different flowering periods, so that there are flowers all year round, which is pleasing to the eye.
There are only peonies in the whole yard, which are bare for half a year, and trees are installed in four or five months.
Zheng He only sighed that Zhao Jun was patient.
"I call this single-mindedness." Zhao Junxin smiled. There are hundreds of flowers in the world. He only loves peonies, and of course he must concentrate on raising the flowers he likes.
Zheng He didn't have this enthusiasm for flowers, so he couldn't understand Zhao Junxin's mood.
As soon as the conversation started, Zheng Heyang asked Zhao Junxin to show him the painting.
"I have to show you the poems I wrote, why didn't you show me the paintings you drew?" Zheng He also felt it was unfair.
Zhao Junxin explained: "It's not that I didn't show you, my paintings were taken away by my father. The rest are either drafts or failures."
Zhao Junxin didn't have time to wait for framing when traveling, and couldn't find a good store temporarily. Lao Zhao was very satisfied after seeing it, and he automatically took up the task of framing. Zhao Jun was very happy.
"That also makes me enjoy reading the draft." Zheng He was very excited.
Zhao Junxin: "Okay!"
So, Zhao Junxin took Zheng He to the study.
He took a wooden box out of the corner of the study, opened it, and found a pile of numbered drafts with notes.
Zheng He frowned very high when he saw the sketch at first, and he asked, "What did you use to draw this?"
Do not understand.
Zhao Junxin: "Charcoal pen."
Zheng He has seen some poor children who want to study but can't afford a pen and ink, and also write with charcoal, but this is hard to control. Can you draw with charcoal?
Zheng He turned page by page with curiosity, and the more he looked, the more surprised and delighted he became.
"Are you a line drawing? But it doesn't seem to be the same." Zheng He asked curiously, his eyes lit up.
Zhao Junxin shook his head: "Just spend it casually and record the scenery so that you can integrate various details after going down the mountain."
He combined the basic skills of later painting with sketching and sketching.
"Have you considered assembling them into a picture album?" Zheng He believed that his brothers did not realize the excellence and importance of "drafts" at all.
Zhao Junxin shook his head: "It's just a draft."
"The drafts of famous painters are also invaluable!" Zheng He retorted: "I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll make you a picture book! How about it?"
Zhao Junxin nodded in agreement.
Zheng He continued to dig through the box, and was stunned when he discovered the so-called failure.
Zhao Jun thought that these pictures were called failures? ! What kind of amazing work is the successful product?
"Brother, the Queen's birthday is the day when you developed, so don't forget me then?" Zheng He patted Zhao Junxin's shoulder.
Zhao Jun laughed heartily, and Zheng He's reaction was too exaggerated.
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The Queen's 60th birthday is celebrated all over the world.
The gifts have been received for three days, and the array of gifts is dazzling.
However, the most satisfying gift is the "Three Mountains and Five Mountains and Four Seasons" presented by her own grandson.
Eight scrolls on vertical scrolls depict the scenery of the eight most famous mountains in Dajin.
The composition is fine, the colors are gorgeous, the brush is fine and unrestrained, and the ink is also quite distinctive.
The towering mountains are lifelike, as if they are really standing in front of you and within your reach, but they are hidden in the mountains, forests, clouds and mists.
The Queen Mother shed tears when she saw the picture scroll. It was no excuse for Zhao Junxin to tour the world on her behalf, but seeing the picture scroll, she really wanted to go around the mountains and rivers to take a look.
"Three Mountains and Five Mountains and Four Seasons" not only conquered the empress, but also amazed and delighted the emperor. The heir he was optimistic about was indeed talented.
On the second day, Zhao Junxin's name changed from the number one dandy and prodigal in the capital to a famous painter.
The court officials and women who had seen the painting immediately spread the news throughout the capital.
"I don't care if you play tricks like Zhao Junxin!"
All the scumbags were severely educated by their parents, and Zhao Junxin had accumulated a lot of hatred for a while.
And this kind of hatred increased after Lao Zhao held a banquet. Zhao Junxin's paintings such as "Three Wilds in Spring" and "Luoyang Peony Meeting" were exposed, and many people asked for paintings, but they couldn't enter the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. How can you see this money?
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Zheng He rushed to the door angrily.
This season, the plum blossoms are blooming. Yesterday, he participated in the plum appreciation poetry meeting as usual, but he was slack.
I came to Zhao Junxin's house today for comfort.
Zhang Junxin is still taking care of the peonies. Wei Zi sprouted very smoothly this year, and the peonies shipped from Luoyang are also growing very well.
Seeing Zheng He like this, he was surprised.
Zhao Junxin asked, "What's wrong?"
Zheng He sat on the ground aggrieved and said, "It's not about the official position."
What if the annual poetry club takes the lead? No second place in the exam. A good poetry meeting, always hear some gossip, angry!
Zhao Jun couldn't persuade him either. He also asked Lao Zhao for help, but Lao Zhao only shook his head deeply, indicating that he had nothing to do.
He understood that his friend was in trouble.
"I'll calm down in a while, don't bother Prime Minister Zhao." Zheng He is a smart person, and he can't see through some things in the bureau.
I can't figure it out for a month or two, but it's been half a year.
The wind is not right recently, and the atmosphere at home is very tense. The emperor is probably going to do something to the father of the border, or maybe a whole family of nine clans will be wiped out. The emperor stared at the Zheng family's life, how could he be returned to him as an official when he was dying?
Prime Minister Zhao couldn't help them, and he might be implicated himself.
Zheng He is very pessimistic, and he has no way not to be pessimistic. He was so unhappy that he was ridiculed when he went to a poetry meeting to relax his mind. He was about to explode with rage.
Zhao Jun comforted his heart: "Don't think about it, things will turn around."
If His Majesty the Emperor really wanted to kill General Zheng, he would definitely not let Zheng He be left now. On the contrary, the emperor would reuse it immediately after Zheng He won the second place in the test, in order to paralyze General Zheng and make it easier for him to start.
Now that Zheng He is hanging on, it is the emperor who gives the general a signal that he is not satisfied.
At this moment, the key depends on General Zheng's performance.
Zhao Jun patted Zheng He's shoulder heavily, and said, "Your Majesty will not forget you, you should take this as a test. The future court officials, can't bear this grievance, can't bear it, how can I do a big thing!"
Zheng He heard what Zhao Jun was saying, but he didn't understand it for a while, but he was no longer so pessimistic.
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Seeing that Zheng He was relieved, Zhao Jun pulled him to help Peony feed the bone soup.
This was a hard work, and soon Zheng He was so tired that he forgot his troubles and remembered another trouble.
"Did you know? A lot of people were sour on you yesterday." Zheng He said.
Zheng He is also full of grievances for his friends.
"Oh? What did they say?" Zhao Jun was curious.
"This group of people said that peony is vulgar. Holding plum blossoms, they praised the plum blossom in winter and praised the arrogant and arrogant true gentleman, and disparaged peony as vulgar." Zheng He said.
Zheng He showed Zhao Junxin's picture album at the poetry meeting, which attracted the attention of a large group of people, and also attracted attacks from some jealous literati.
Everyone in the capital knows that Zhao Junxin loves peony, and "Luoyang Peony Club" is one of his famous works. Some sour people use flowers as metaphors to belittle your heart at one time.
Zhao Junxin smiled lightly, pointed to Wei Zi's new buds and said, "Peony is the first flower to sprout in winter, but the last flower to open in spring. In the difficult winter, you can store up your strength, work hard to grow roots and lay a solid foundation, and wait until it belongs to the She only bloomed for a few short days when her time came. The peony that grows and nurtures energy in the cold winter, and other similar flowers, aren't they proud and persevering?"
Only after the cold winter can there be a glorious spring. The flowers are rich and noble, and it is graceful and atmospheric, and it is also a harvest after experiencing hardships.
I saw the wealth melt in front of me, but I didn’t see the hard work behind me.
There are no vulgar flowers, only vulgar people.
Zhao Junxin was simply talking about flowers, but Zheng He felt that his friend was showing him the way. The friend is to let him be low-key and calm to accumulate ability and wait for the opportunity.
Zheng He listened.
Years later, Zheng He, a top official in the frontier, and also a great writer of the generation, wrote a collection of prose "The Language of Flowers". Record the days when he and Zhao Junxin raised flowers in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and also record the words that inspired him endlessly.
Of course, Zhao Junxin was already on the throne at that time. Zheng He has a new understanding of what he said about Peony at the beginning.
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