Dr. Zhao was startled. He turned around and saw that it was Yan Liben. He thought to himself that it was really embarrassing to be caught in the act.
Yan Liben, a native of Jingzhao for ten thousand years, was the son of Yan Bi, the former young eunuch of the Sui Palace.
The Jingzhao Yan family was a relative of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Yan Liben's mother was the princess of Qingdu in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Yu Wenyong, the Emperor Wu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, was his maternal grandfather. He was a relatively prominent family in Chang'an.
At the same time, they were also members of the huge group of craftsmen in the former Sui Dynasty, and their skills were passed down from family to family.
Brother Yan Liben was not only good at painting, but also skilled in architecture, crafts, etc. He himself served as a general supervisor and served as a general prime minister, while his brother Yan Lide served in the Shangyi Bureau as a minister of clothing.
When Li Yuan was there, their brothers were valued by Li Shimin and they all served in the palace of the King of Qin. They were considered to be part of the King of Qin's party.
Yan Liben is in his early twenties, fair and fair, with a cheerful and lively temperament. He came to this gathering today and won the first place with a picture of the Wenyuntang gathering. He really beat his brother and he was very happy.
He is good at painting portraits, with soothing and delicate brushstrokes. Dr. Zhao's praise that their brothers' paintings have a masterful style is no exaggeration.
Yan Liben was walking around in the hall, enjoying the praises of his friends. He just saw Ashina Rongzhen, and immediately approached him. It was not that he had any feelings of admiration, but that he was good at painting portraits and was just happy to see him.
"My dear brother, please don't joke. Although I am not talented, I never talk about people behind their backs." Dr. Zhao explained that Yan Lide is a more serious person, while Yan Liben is easy to get along with.
Yan Liben laughed playfully, "I'm joking, but Brother Zhao, don't take it seriously. Yan Rang's paintings are indeed not very good. What can I do if I say a few words about him?"
Dr. Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Your brothers have a profound knowledge that no one else can match. I have a shallow background, but I can't comment on it."
Yan Liben snorted twice, obviously dissatisfied with his tact, and turned to Li Po and said: "This dear fellow is old...boss, and his knowledge must be extraordinary. Can you get anything out of staying here for a long time?"
Li Po gritted his teeth, "Damn you little brat, you really have no education, and you're so blind, believe it or not, I'll dig it out for you?"
Somewhat annoyed, a bright smile immediately appeared on Li Po's face. He raised his hand and patted Yan Liben's shoulder vigorously a few times. "You are the most pleasing to the eye among these people. I will treat you to a drink somewhere else."
Yan Liben dwarfed when he was photographed, and he immediately regretted talking to this person. He muttered in his heart that he opened his mouth to invite someone to drink. He looked like a rude person at first glance. He would definitely not understand what he was doing here.
There are countless such people among the Kansai clan, who are proficient in writing and have a strong foundation in martial arts. Li Po Zhengjing is one of them, and it is not an unjust accusation.
Yan Liben had a cheerful and open-minded temperament, and was not worried. He just looked at Ashina Rongzhen slyly, and when he met those burgundy eyes, he was stung by the indifference in his eyes and couldn't help but avoid them quickly.
He was still unwilling to give up, and said seriously: "I am Yan Liben, a native of Jingzhao for ten thousand years, and now I am the general supervisor. I dare not ask my dear brother's name."
When nobles meet, the process begins with describing their family backgrounds. If they are a match, they can go one step further and tell them about their fathers and ancestors. Then everyone weighs whether they are still willing to associate with each other. If everyone is satisfied, they can become friends.
Since ancient times, and even in the future, the form may have changed, but the essence remains the same.
Serving as a general supervisor... Li Po gradually stopped smiling. He didn't care much about people who were good at painting, but if he had skills as a craftsman, he would always get some preferential treatment from him, even if this person looked a little lewd.
…
No matter how much it is, I opened the small account book and made a note for this guy first. I don’t know if he will be able to come to me in the future, and then I will argue with him.
"I am Li Da. I work in the province under my command. I am here today to join in the fun because I am not very proficient in calligraphy and painting. I see that you are quite...confident. Why don't you explain it to me?"
Dr. Zhao couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. He didn't know whether this person knew who Jingzhao Yan was... Yan Erlang wouldn't be beaten, right?
Yan Liben blinked his eyes and was a little dazed. He said to himself that if you don't sign up for an official position, it's okay to hide your head and tail. You still want to boss me... Have I met a high-ranking official from the province?
There should be the eldest grandson Shunde and Feng Deyi as their honours, right? I haven't heard of anyone surnamed Li occupying a high position... When the Li family in Longxi was in power, we had to be careful, but now... the emperor is also surnamed Li, is he a relative of the emperor?
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Everyone in the Chang'an family has a hero's genealogy in their hearts. Yan Liben recited it over and over again, but couldn't find a suitable place to put the person in front of him. Looking at his fearless look and the majesty he showed inadvertently, and then there was
The peculiar woman beside him suddenly became much more cautious.
I murmured in my heart, looking at the woman's huge frame, broad shoulders and thick chest, and steady steps, she must be brave.
There are many brave and strong women in Kansai, which is not unusual, but their faces are unusual, especially those eyes... If it is included in the painting, it should be equipped with a bow and knife, accompanied by a tiger, to show its momentum... It belongs to this guy
A female family member? What a pity, it must have been that she took possession of her family by relying on her power...
If Li Po were to know what he was thinking, he would definitely kill this guy with one knife. It's really ugly to take possession of something or not. I picked it up based on luck. Damn, I picked it up.
There's a lot of drama in my heart, but I'm a little more respectful in my actions. You can do whatever you want. I'm still young, and my face isn't that important. What's important is not to cause trouble for the family.
He then leaned in front of the painting and said seriously: "Don't dare, don't dare. If you can get into this place, you are a literary friend, no matter how high or low you are... This is what my brother felt during his visit to Chang'an Academy yesterday."
In the winter, he went to the garden with everyone to enjoy the snow. He was good at painting landscapes and portraits. Especially after he served as emperor, he became more diligent about people's clothing and demeanor. My dear friend, you can take a closer look. When everyone is playing, he looks happy.
Calm manner.
The mountains in the distance are undulating, the buildings nearby are isolated, the trees are withered, and the snow is white. It not only shows the coldness of winter, but also has the beauty of a garden. It is a masterpiece in terms of artistic conception.
It’s this touch…”
After saying this while shaking his head, Yan Liben said regretfully, "In the past year or so, he has been busy with secular affairs, and his brushwork has inevitably deteriorated a bit. Look at these places, the brushwork is stuck together and appears a bit stiff.
Look here again, it should have been completed with one stroke, but he added two more strokes, obviously due to lack of skill and inability to continue. And here, the painting is just me, bloated, looking stupid, and inferior to others.
After that, he was lonely and cold, like a slave. He must have done it on purpose.
When my father was still alive, he once said that when I paint, I should put the artistic conception first, and draw with meticulous brushwork. Those who show people's beauty are the best, and those who reveal their ugliness are the lowest... Humph, he forgot all about it."
As I talked, I felt more and more that my brother was very unkind, and I couldn't help but feel very angry...