Chapter 1130: People-Oriented

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Because of this, Fang Jifan never cared much about court meetings and court meetings.

Even if he had to come here, he was like a wooden stake, winking with Zhu Houzhao from the side.

Zhu Houzhao seemed to be very happy. He didn't know what was hidden in his sleeve, and a large piece bulged up. When everyone's attention was on the meeting, he secretly opened the sleeve and revealed a sculpture.

Fang Jifan's sharp eyes saw it clearly, and then his face turned green with fright.

That wooden sculpture...fuck...it's a bit of Francier's humanism...

How should I put it, in layman's terms, this statue is a little... obscene.

Pretty nasty, at least for this day and age.

But on the bust, a heroic man was looking forward, his upper body was exposed, his muscles were bulging, he had biceps, abdominal muscles, everything.

It does look like Michelangelo's "David", this idea is very avant-garde.

I didn't expect...His Royal Highness...to have such a bad taste.

Fang Jifan shuddered.

But Zhu Houzhao couldn't help being happy, as if... this is his proud work.

Seeing Fang Jifan lowered his head, pretending he didn't see anything, Zhu Houzhao, who was standing beside Fang Jifan, moved his footsteps slightly, getting closer to Fang Jifan, and said in a low voice, "Old Fang, does it look good?"

"Your Highness, where... did this come from?" Fang Jifan whispered softly.

Zhu Houzhao didn't move his mouth, but let out a quiet voice: "I carved it myself, and I learned it from a few Francillos. I think their sculptures are quite interesting, haha... Look, this body is full of flesh. Is it very powerful, I am not exaggerating, this is in front of the mirror, and I carved it out as it really is, do you want to take another look at the muscles of Bengong?"

Fang Jifan said in a low voice: "No... want to..."

The wording has not yet been finalized.

But seeing Zhu Houzhao lift up his long sleeves again, another part of the sculpture was exposed. This time, the thighs of the sculpture were exposed. The muscles of the legs are strong and strong, like the roots of an old tree, especially below the belt. On the other side, only a huge banana leaf was carved to cover it.

Standing behind Fang Jifan, Duke of Qi, was Duke Zhang Mao of England. Hearing the two whispering something, Duke Zhang Mao of England was thinking about offering sacrifices to his ancestors, so he couldn't help being curious. ... Seeing the bust, Zhang Mao's head seemed about to explode all of a sudden, and he became dizzy.

Oops, oops... the old man can't do it, can't do it, God, what kind of trick is this, why don't you wear clothes, ah, His Royal Highness is in the court meeting in Fengtian Palace, and... actually took out such an obscene thing, alas...it can't be done ...it won't work...

Zhang Mao was dizzy, swayed, and fell straight to the ground, how could an old man who mainly worshiped could bear this thing.

This time, he bumped into Dingguo Gong Xu Yongning behind him.

For a moment, the two hugged and rolled over together.

Emperor Hongzhi was listening to the officials playing, and when he heard the sound of ouch, he looked sideways and frowned: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Mao and Xu Yongning were busy bowing down and pleading guilty: "I will die."

Zhang Mao said again: "Your Majesty, I'm not in good health, my old eyes are dim, and I just... suddenly felt unwell."

Emperor Hongzhi's expression softened just now.

But seeing Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan standing upright, listening attentively and fascinated, they couldn't help but blame him: "Qing is an old minister, why is he not as good as a young man? The prince is so well-behaved today, let's look at Qi Guogong again." Fang Jifan, too, can't take his eyes off!"

Zhang Mao's old face felt uncomfortable, but he still kowtowed: "Will die!"

Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "If you feel unwell, go and rest."

Zhu Houzhao immediately said: "Father, my son and minister helped the British Duke go out."

Fang Jifan said: "My son also knows some medical skills, maybe he can give the British public a diagnosis."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded.

As if they were pardoned, the two of them set up Zhang Mao on the left and right and left.

Zhang Mao felt that his legs were very soft, as if he was stepping on a sponge.

He was carried out of Fengtian Hall by two people, and when he saw the sun, the sunlight immediately dazzled him, and he was even more dizzy.

Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "My lord, you are old, so you must be careful with your steps. Haha, you are the best. If you pretend to be sick like this, we won't let those guys keep chattering." "

Zhang Mao was furious, and stretched out his hand, trying to grab Zhu Houzhao's lapel, but he thought, this is His Royal Highness, and he couldn't afford to offend him, so he flipped his hand and strangled Fang Jifan's neck.

Fang Jifan said: "What are you doing, what are you going to do, Shi Bo, if you have something to say, speak up."

Zhang Mao almost roared: "What the hell are you doing? You are so brave. If you are seen by others, let's see what kind of uproar it will cause. Jifan, your father is not here, you are so bold, don't you think? You don't care about anything, but the old man insists on discipline and discipline you, tell me quickly, what is the prince hiding in his hand?"

Fang Jifan panted heavily, feeling that he was about to lose his breath, and hurriedly said: "Shibo, this...you have to ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."

Makes sense.

Zhang Mao let go of Fang Jifan, and forced a smile: "His Royal Highness, this... What is it that you have hidden in your sleeve just now? Can you show it to the old minister."

"Why did I show you?" Zhu Hou asked

According to the blunt way.

Zhang Mao: "..."

This is a bit embarrassing.

Zhang Mao was silent for a long time, and said with an apologetic smile, "Your Highness, old minister... old minister..."

"Okay." Zhu Houzhao said impatiently, "I'll just show you. Anyway, this thing will soon be spread all over the world."

As he said that, he took out the statue, Zhang Mao stared straight at his eyes, and held his forehead again: "Oh, oh, I'm so dizzy."

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help saying: "Fortunately, you are still a famous general, cowardly, what's so dizzy, this is called realism, I came here naked, and in the future, I will go naked. The human body is so beautiful. This is the body." Hair and skin, bestowed by God and parents, what is there not to look at?"

Zhang Mao: "..."

Zhu Houzhao smiled and said: "Franji, others may not be better than me, but this carving method is quite interesting. I am learning from each other's strengths to make up for my weaknesses. If you don't like it, don't look at it. Show it to Fang Jifan."

Fang Jifan had a feeling of wanting to die: "Your Highness... How many sculptures have you made?"

"Just two." Zhu Houzhao said, "One for you and one for me."

"What about mine?" Fang Jifan wanted to cry but had no tears. He hates art, and he doesn't want to care about your uncle's classicism, or the liberation of human nature... He wants to live like a decent person, and save himself from embarrassment.

Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "It has been carved. This is the mother copy. I sent it to the masons to carve. In the future... I will take it to sell silver outside the customs. The Tatars don't know how to carve. Their carving skills are too disgusting. , Ben Gong taught them what a god should look like.

Fang Jifan was about to cry: "Then... are you wearing clothes?"

"With clothes on, is that still a god?" Zhu Houzhao said seriously: "I have always believed that many people have wrong ideas. Think about it, gods are people in the sky. There are Xiantai and Qionglou in there. They have long Seeing through the truth of the world, think about it, would a god who can see the truth at a glance care about clothes? If they wear clothes, it means that they still have human nature, and talents have joy, anger, sorrow and joy, and a heart of honor and disgrace, but the gods are extraordinary Refreshing, what are they wearing clothes for? Jifan, think carefully, if you are a god, would you wear clothes?"

Fang Jifan nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Put it on, because I want face."

Zhu Houzhao took his statue away: "Tell you, you don't understand. In short, the statue has been carved by the masons according to the script. Lao Fang, let's go. I think this statue still lacks a sense of detachment." , I’ll go back and think about it, hurry up tomorrow, I’ll show you.”

Said, ran away in a hurry.

Fang Jifan was dumbfounded.

There was a long silence.

Zhang Mao at the side grabbed Fang Jifan's lapel angrily again: "Jifan, you brat..."

Fang Jifan looked helpless: "Uncle Shi, please be reasonable, I am also a victim. Uncle Shi didn't go to find His Royal Highness, why did he always look for my nephew? Although my nephew is easy to deceive, he can't be so unreasonable."

Zhang Mao felt that it made sense, shook his head, and sighed: "Hey... I am really blind. Now I have karma in my eyes. I am afraid that I will insult my ancestors when I come to the festival."

Fang Jifan was also speechless. He thought about it carefully. Zhu Houzhao couldn't let Zhu Houzhao go. Otherwise, he would be famous. This is an epoch-making artistic liberation. Fuck it... This work may be included in textbooks in the future...

Fang Jifan was in a hurry immediately, ran all the way to catch up, and shouted: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness...wait for me, I have some artistic issues that I want to discuss."

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Emperor Hongzhi was very satisfied with today's court meeting.

At least, there were almost no ministers who raised any doubts in person, and everyone more or less followed suit and flattered what His Majesty had seen and heard.

This is also impossible.

His Majesty began to act arbitrarily, not only that, Yang Yiqing's New Deal failed and he had been demoted as an official, so who would dare to preach easily at this time.

Emperor Hongzhi was in a good mood, he waited for the ministers to leave before he sat down and ordered Xiao Jing to fetch the cabinet draft.

He picked up a book at random, but it was a memorandum from Bosi, Quanzhou City, saying that there was a man named Frangji who came to pay tribute.

"It's Frangji again." Emperor Hongzhi frowned, and Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help saying: "This Frangji, isn't there already an envoy here? Why did you send another person here?"

Xiao Jing tremblingly said: "Why don't I ask this servant?"

Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand, Xiao Jing didn't dare to be negligent, and hurried away.

After a while, he went back and forth, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I have found out clearly."

However, Emperor Hongzhi put the memorial aside, and he did not take this trivial matter of Frangji to heart.

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I'm asleep, it's four o'clock tomorrow.

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