Why is the prince always brooding

Er Shao had long wanted to go to Zhaozhou to visit the world-renowned literary master Han Jiu, but he had no free time, now that the exams had passed, it was the right time to stay at home.

Han Jiyuan was an official in the court, holding a high position, and served as the Prime Minister of the Right. Later, when he was old, he didn't care about temple disputes, so he resigned and returned to his hometown, and retired to the world.Han Jiu is knowledgeable, familiar with ancient and modern times, his writing style is smooth and unrestrained, and he is best at analyzing and discussing.The Second Young Master admired this old gentleman very much. When he was teaching at the Guozijian, he also taught his father, and his father was full of praise and respect for him.

The remote and monotonous land of Zhaozhou was radiant because of Han Jiu.

At the foot of Yanqi Mountain, there is a small wooden house surrounded by mountains and water.The second young master is discussing articles with Han Jiao.Although Mr. is old, he still has the same demeanor as before.

Han Jiaoxu smiled and said: "Your father Chai Jing's writing is strict, but he is troubled; Lin Zhao's diction is exquisite, but he has no intention of being Chinese and untrue; Zong Li's style is bold and bold, which inevitably reveals arrogance and wildness; Jin Xu is well-behaved, simple and ordinary. They have their own flaws. I am no exception, I have the same flaws as your father, and I don't know if your father has learned my bad habits too."

Er Shao said: "But I don't feel long-winded when I read Mr.'s article."

Han Jiao laughed and said, "That's because I hid all my long-winded articles, haha."

Er Shao laughed and said, "Mister..."

Han Jiu said again: "Young man, I see that your articles are flexible yet rigorous, your poems are fresh and elegant, and your style is different from today's. It really catches the eye."

The second young master said modestly: "Mr. Xie for your praise, can you give me some pointers?"

"Although you can write such poems at such a young age, it is already good, but some words and sentences are too heavily carved, and it is admirable to scrutinize properly. Improper scrutiny, it breaks the balance."

The second young master thought about it, "Sir, you are right, late students do have such problems."

Han Jiu said: "In the beginning, the text was born from the heart, the mind, and the emotion. Afterwards, it was modified, carved, and embellished to make it more beautiful."

The second young master was overjoyed, chewed on Han Jiu's words over and over again, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your advice, sir, I will remember it in my heart."

"It must be engraved in the heart and implemented in the pen."

The second young master respected him even more, "Yes."

Han Jiu laughed loudly, picked up a jug of wine, filled the glasses in front of the two of them, and said: "I have a lot of literary talents, like treasures, and the great fortune of the country. The old man is relieved, come and drink."

The second young master was not disappointed, picked up the white porcelain wine glass, and said in a warm voice: "Mr. Respect, I wish you a long life and good health. May my dynasty be prosperous and prosperous."

Han Jiao laughed loudly again, "Okay! May my dynasty be prosperous and prosperous, Your Majesty, forever."

The former prime minister, even though he retired from the officialdom and was alone, accompanied by literature, still cared about the country.Er Shao couldn't help being moved, and was filled with admiration and envy for this world-renowned celebrity.

The prince traveled through mountains and rivers to Zhaozhou City.

"You wait here first." The prince said to the guards.

Approaching the looming cabin ahead, I heard the laughter of an old man and a young man. The old man was vicissitudes but refreshing, and the young man was crisp and calm.The prince was slightly startled, and stood in front of the door for a while, listening to the two talking about interesting things in the literary world.The prince has always been indifferent to this kind of thing, and he was in a daze.I accidentally touched the door, and the wooden door creaked.

The prince simply knocked on the door.

Seeing the prince, Er Shao was taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise, "His Royal Highness?"

The prince glanced at him, his heart was beating, and he cleared his throat, "...it's me." The prince looked at Han Jiao, "Hello, teacher."

Han Jiao said with a smile: "This old man should be saluting to His Royal Highness..."

The prince helped him up, "No need, the teacher is old, pay more attention to your body."

"I haven't seen you for many years, and His Royal Highness will care about people. By the way, is Your Highness still serious about studying now? Are you still skipping classes to make your husband angry?"

Hearing Han Jiao's joke, the second young master curled his lips and smiled.The prince said helplessly, "No."

Er Shao said: "His Royal Highness is very good at painting and calligraphy."

Han Jiao shook his head and said, "The future emperor, what's the use of being good at painting and calligraphy? What His Highness should learn most is the way of governing the country, history, Confucianism, and the art of emperors."

The prince said: "Sir, I know, so please stop talking about it."

Han Jiu tut-tsk: "It's still the same as before. I guess you didn't come here to find me, an old man, did you?"

The prince subconsciously glanced at the second young master, "I'll come to Yanqi Mountain to paint."

Han Jiao laughed and said, "Yanqi Mountain? Are you tired of painting the best mountain in the world, Your Highness? You have come to this small place of Zhaozhou to paint Yanqi Mountain?"

"Landscapes in the world have their own merits."

Er Shao chuckled.

"Your Highness is right, I am a narrow-minded old man."

When leaving, Han Jiao stopped the second young master, "If you enter the officialdom in the future, you must be a good official and a good minister. But if the future changes, don't lose the righteousness in your heart."

It seems to be applauding, but also looking forward to it.

The second young master smiled and said, "Chai Wen remembers that."