The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 515 Idiot (37)

On the day of Chinese New Year, the entire imperial palace was full of excitement. Rows of court ladies and eunuchs were often seen on the road, carrying red couplets and lanterns, going back and forth between various palaces.

Every year today is a big day in the palace, because all countries will send envoys to the palace to pay tribute, and only on this day, the family members of the empresses in each palace are allowed to visit the palace.

Just at noon, before finishing lunch, Zhao Chao was picked up by Wang Gonggong.

There are four painters in the entire banquet venue, who describe and record the dinner from four angles. Words can express emotions, while paintings can vividly reproduce the grand ceremony of the day.

Zhao Chao was placed about five meters below the emperor's head, so he could see the whole situation without being too obvious.

Because idlers were not allowed to enter the main hall on the day of the state banquet, Jiang Tang disguised himself as a court lady and sneaked in, standing not far from Zhao Chao, watching his ineffective drawing since the dinner, paying attention carefully.

The task progress has risen to ninety.

When this state banquet is over, Zhao Chao's paintings will be preserved as important records and cultural relics. With the demise of this dynasty, his paintings will be brought into the imperial mausoleum, and some of them will definitely be handed down to the next dynasty.

That is to say, she only needs to wait for Zhao Chao's dependence value to be full, and her mission in this world will be completed.

After the state banquet.

Dependency value: 95
Mission progress: 96.

Emperor Yuanheng especially loved Zhao Chao's paintings, especially the one he created at the state banquet, with gold cups paired with each other, which was even hung in the imperial study by the emperor.

The authentic works of Zhao Dynasty were circulated and auctioned among the people, and the high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Kyoto were already proud of a painting by the painter Zhao.

This time the task progress was overfulfilled, and Zhao Chao really founded a school of painting——Zhao Chao Landscape Painting School.

Jiang Tang did not expect that Emperor Yuanheng would love Zhao Chao's paintings so much that he even asked the seven-year-old prince to worship Zhao Chao as his teacher.

In just three years, the 21-year-old Zhao Chao became famous all over the world.

There are too many great masters in the world, all of whom became famous at a young age and caused a sensation in the world.

Zhao Chao is no exception, now his paintings are hard to come by, and Emperor Yuanheng's enthroned king picture was also made by him.

This year is the first year that Zhao Chao moved to Kyoto. The first snow of the year fell last night. Zhao Chao walked out of the snow wearing a thick blue cloak. The boy has grown into a man, and his figure has become even taller. Slender, the originally somewhat youthful facial features have now become more three-dimensional, and the long and narrow phoenix eyes are slightly raised, even if they don't smile, they have an elegant and windy temperament.

Behind Zhao Chao was an old man who followed Zhao Chao into the courtyard with a medicine box on his back.

The maid opened the heavy curtain for them, the sound of wind and snow stopped abruptly, and Zhao Chao took off his cloak and walked straight into the room.

The light in the room was a bit dim, and the faint coughing sound disappeared, Zhao Chao hurried in, sat on the side of the bed and helped the person on the bed.

"Jiang Tang, I found you the best imperial doctor in the palace."

The cough stopped, Jiang Tang felt his brain buzzing, his pale face was thin and his chin was pointed, and his face looked sick.

Zhao Chao was so distressed, his eyes were red with fear, he quickly put his hand on the stove and roasted it, then reached out to Jiang Tang's back and patted it lightly.

The imperial doctor walked in and took Jiang Tang's pulse. Zhao Chao frowned, staring at the imperial doctor's hand on Jiang Tang's wrist.

"Eh……"

The imperial doctor sighed, then withdrew his hand and shook his head.

"Lord Zhao, Madam is suffering from tuberculosis, there is no cure for it. But as long as you calm down and recuperate, take medicine with ginseng water every day, and don't get angry or happy, you will be fine."

(End of this chapter)