"yes."

Two young eunuchs came over and took away the five calligraphy pieces. Zhao Huizong said, "Hua Qing can write the calligraphy of everyone. I wonder if he can write the calligraphy of a few people?"

Huizong's thin gold body is strong and strong, with iron paintings and silver hooks, exaggerated fonts, plump lines, thin and hard without losing its flesh, which is unparalleled in the world.

There were many people who learned Slim Golden Body in later generations, but during Huizong's reign, no one dared to learn it, at least not openly, as they were all worried that they would be accused of evil intentions.

Of course Hua Ju can write Slim Gold Style, but he won't be so foolish as to admit it. After all, it is risky.

"Your Majesty, this student has never learned your Majesty's calligraphy."

"Oh, why don't you learn from Gu Ren's calligraphy? Is it because you think Gu Ren's calligraphy is not as good as the calligraphy masters?" Huizong looked a little unhappy.

Hua Ju said frankly: "Although His Majesty's calligraphy has a unique style that is unparalleled in the world, it is difficult to see among the people, so students have nothing to learn from."

Although this is an excuse that Hua Ju came up with, it is also true. Because Huizong was the emperor, his handwriting was not accessible to ordinary people except for his close ministers, so it was difficult to see his handwriting among the people.

Huizong's face soothed and he said with a smile: "I see, I will write a few calligraphy books and post them to you later, so that you can go back and copy and learn to write."

Hua Ju leaned forward and said, "Thank you for your majesty's holy will, but students cannot accept it."

"Why?"

Hua Ju said: "Your Majesty is the Emperor, and the words "Emperor" should only be written by the Emperor. How can students dare to imitate it?"

"No problem, I can give you permission to copy and imitate."

"Students don't dare, please take back your Majesty's holy orders.

This may seem like a favor, but in fact it is a trap. Someone may frame you up at any time, and Hua Ju will not fall for this trap.

"Your Majesty, since Wenshan has concerns, don't make it difficult for him, lest he become frightened." Old thief Yang Jian jumped out in time to rescue Hua Ju.

Prince Zhao Huan also said: "Father, he is right, your handwriting is indeed inconvenient for others to copy, so let's forget it."

"Yes, Father, your handwriting cannot be copied."

"Your Majesty, think twice."

Zhao Kai and those officials also tried to dissuade him.

Seeing that everyone was opposed, Huizong had no choice but to give up, and Hua Ju breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have seen Hua Qing's calligraphy, but have you ever learned painting?"

Huizong was best at calligraphy and painting. Since he had already mentioned calligraphy, he would not forget about painting.

"Your Majesty, in addition to being proficient in calligraphy, Wenshan is also first-class in painting." Old Thief Yang said before Hua Ju could speak.

Upon hearing this, Huizong became interested again and asked Zhao Ju: "What is Hua Qing good at painting?"

Hua Ju originally didn't want to show off his skills anymore. After all, being too limelight would easily bring trouble to him, so he wanted to take it in. But he didn't expect that Old Thief Yang's rent-a-talk was too fast, and he couldn't take it even if he wanted to.

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"Your Majesty, the student is good at painting bamboo," Hua Ju replied.

In fact, just like calligraphy, he could paint anything, but he couldn't choose what Huizong was good at, so he casually said bamboo.

"How about painting a picture for me?"

"Students obey orders."

Although Huizong was asking, he was the emperor. How could Hua Ju refuse if he asked, so he could only agree.

After laying out the drawing paper, Hua Ju thought about the characteristics of the painting methods of famous bamboo painters in the past, and finally decided to use the painting method of Zheng Banqiao, a eccentric genius.

Pick up the pen, dip in ink, and paint.

A small piece of bamboo growing next to a rock, standing proudly and unfailingly in the wind, appears on the paper as if there is no one around.

After the painting was finished, Huaju inscribed Mr. Banqiao's poem "Bamboo and Stone" on it.

"The student has finished his drawing. Please correct me, Your Majesty." Huaju put down his pen and bowed.

Huizong first looked at the painting carefully and admired it greatly. Then he looked at the poem on the title and couldn't help but praise it wildly. Even Zhao Huan, Zhao Kai and others were also full of praise, saying that it was a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

"Good, good, good. The bamboos painted by Hua Qing are proud of their character, and the poem they write also has an awe-inspiring and unyielding air. It is truly a superb work."

Huizong took the painting and looked at it again and again. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He said to the eunuch beside him: "I will have it framed and hung in my imperial study room immediately."
Chapter completed!