This handsome middle-aged man is none other than His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty who initiated the Zhenguan rule.

Sitting next to him was a thin man, Yan Liben, the chief doctor.

Hearing the noise here, Li Shimin turned his head and saw the eldest son and third son climbing up the stairs.

Behind them was a young man with a strong build and a dignified appearance.

I saw him taking a few steps forward and looking at him with wide eyes curiously.

The curiosity in his expression and the surprise in his eyes were as if he were admiring Wang Xizhi's calligraphy works.

"???" Li Shimin was a little confused. Why did Cheng Laosan see himself with such an expression?

"Common people see you, Your Majesty." Fortunately, Cheng Chubi didn't admire Long's face for too long, and then he thought of his identity and saluted quickly.

Although he has met many historical figures, Cheng Chubi is still a little excited in his heart. Li Shimin, the master who created the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty.

I don’t know how many stories and praises related to him have been circulated in later generations, but I was finally lucky enough to see him.

And it's still alive and moving. How lucky you are to be able to see it.

However, if this is a provocation that belongs to Chi Guoguo in Northeast China, a fierce physical conflict will easily break out when staring at a big boss.

"I have a deep friendship with your father, and I regard you as my nephew, so there is no need to be formal. This is not a court, and there is no distinction between monarch and minister.

Just think of me as your elder, please sit down, you are here at the right time."

Li Shimin's eyebrows relaxed, and he pointed with a little pride to the spring outing picture in the eunuch's hand.

"I just exchanged ideas with Yan Qing, and I got the inspiration to draw this picture of spring outing..."

Cheng Chubi looked in the direction of Li Shimin's finger, well... there was a horse with its head lowered and seemed to be grazing, there was a river, and there were mountains in the distance.

As a painter with negative talent and a low level of appreciation, Cheng Chubi was confused. Does this have anything to do with spring?

Shouldn't there be flowers in spring? It would be good to put a willow tree there.

It doesn't stick to the topic at all. If he were a teacher, he would definitely ask him to invite parents.

Well, forget it, he is the emperor, so he doesn't need to.

"My father's writing power has become more and more powerful, and my sons and ministers are far behind."

Li Chengqian couldn't help but shook his head and sighed while admiring this picture of spring outing.

Li Ke also raised his thumbs up with a sincere expression. "My father's paintings made me feel the fullness of spring..."

Cheng Chubi, who had been watching for a long time but didn't feel any sign of spring, just laughed...actors, they are all actors.

"You guys..." Of course Li Shimin knew that his two sons were flattering him, so he pointed at these two boys with a smile.

"This painting has not yet been completed. You are here just in time. I have prepared pen and ink here. You two are here to continue it for me."

"Let this painting fully express the artistic conception of spring breeze blowing on the face."

Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel happy, well, it seems that his aesthetic sense is indeed fine.

This is a tribute to His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty who did not forget to teach his son's aesthetic and artistic talents while entertaining.

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Well, since he has nothing to do, Cheng Chubi is happy to be a member of the public, sitting aside and admiring.

I saw that after Li Chengqian and Li Ke apologized, they stood up first and drew a swallow next to the horse.

Although the painting of this swallow is not very good, at least from the artistic conception, it does make people feel that it is spring.

Li Shimin nodded happily and smiled. "Not bad, it's your turn, Ke'er."

Li Ke walked to the painting, thought carefully, then picked up his pen and drew a boat in the river.

"I think there is something wrong with it, what does Yan Qing think?"

Li Shimin nodded slightly and looked at the painting, but still felt dissatisfied and asked Yan Liben.

"Your Majesty is wise, and I also feel that I want to express the fullness of spring and make people feel like the gentle breeze is blowing on my face. This painting has not fully demonstrated it..."

Yan Liben agreed with deep understanding.

After hearing what Yan Liben said, Cheng Chubi also agreed with what he said.

Although Cheng Chubi has no talent for painting, he lacks understanding of traditional Chinese painting, which is the most important aspect of artistic conception.

But that didn't stop him from liking to read comics since he was a child, and the comics have accompanied him growing up for more than 20 years.

It brought a lot of happiness to his nerdy adolescence, and also gave him a good understanding of how to use lines to describe audio, video and even motion.

If you want to feel the gentle breeze blowing on your face, it couldn't be easier.

Unfortunately, Li Shimin was teaching his own son and had no room for his own intervention.

From the corner of his eye, Li Shimin also saw Cheng Chubi nodding his head, looking eager to try.

I couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the old Cheng family, a family of unlearned and unskilled gentlemen, had a genius who was proficient in calligraphy and painting?

But having said that, the eldest and second eldest son of the Cheng family, let alone his appearance.

Even his temper is almost copied and pasted from Cheng Yaojin's.

However, the third eldest child of the Cheng family luckily did not inherit his father's sinewy face and hairy beard, and was quite handsome.

It's a pity that the third son of the Cheng family was drunk to death at that banquet among the dandies. When he woke up, he suffered from amnesia and went crazy.

Looking at this young man who lost both his parents, Li Shimin couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

"Your Majesty?" Cheng Chubi was a little confused. Why was Li Shimin staring at him blankly without speaking, with a complicated expression? What's going on?

Li Shimin came to his senses, smiled heartily, pointed at the painting and said.

"Well, my wise nephew is quite eager to try it. Come on, you can also apply a few strokes and let me see what you are capable of."

"This, this is not good, I have never painted landscapes..." Cheng Chubi said a little embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't painted before. What you need to paint is talent and inspiration." Li Shimin, an elder, is very amiable.

"Yes, brother Chu Bi, hurry up, come on as soon as your father tells you to." Li Ke also shouted from the side.

Li Chengqian also looked at the third son of the Cheng family with a smile. The third son Cheng, who was rumored to be in a semi-crazy state, seemed to be no different from ordinary people.

It's really hard to connect him with a madman, maybe he has completely returned to normal.

Cheng Chubi looked at the painting and thought that it was Li Shimin's masterpiece. What if he would not be happy if he brought glory to him?

After all, there should be some differences between the aesthetic values ​​of ancient people and our own, right?

Cheng Chubi saluted Li Shimin. "Your Majesty..."

"Is it so difficult to call me uncle?" Li Shimin snorted unhappily.

Cheng Chubi was heartbroken. It doesn't matter, since the emperor wants to appreciate my excellent aesthetics and line expression, it's not impossible.

"In this case, my nephew is being presumptuous, but my talent in painting is probably hard to detect. If I destroy my uncle's masterpiece..."

"Haha, you kid, you actually know how to show off your wits in front of me." Li Shimin couldn't help but feel happy.

Who said that this kid has not recovered from his mental illness, and that he can have such a brain before he recovers?

"Okay, this is just my game. Even if you make mistakes, I won't blame you."
Chapter completed!