Chapter 54 No, you wait for a while, this is a person?
With these words as the foundation, Cheng Chubi breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and walked to the Spring Outing Picture, carefully examining the handwriting of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
If you want the wind to blow on your face, and the spring breeze blowing on your face, you can't have any blown leaves, so the lines of the wind must be gentle.
The strong wind should be thick and colorful, with strong lines with a slight curvature, so the gentle wind should be the soft and thin lines that are curled...
I saw Cheng Chubi standing in front of this picture of spring outing with a very solemn expression, without writing for a long time, with his brows furrowed and his expression very serious.
This kind of move also made Yan Liben, a master of traditional Chinese painting, and Li Shimin, who loves calligraphy and painting, stand upright and solemn in a rare way.
As for brothers Li Ke and Li Chengqian, they were squatting together and whispering quietly.
"Third brother, can he do it?"
"I don't know about this, but he used a knife to disembowel rabbits and dogs.
The technique is very precise and ingenious, I guess he must have some skills..."
While they were whispering, they saw that Cheng Chubi had finally finished the draft.
He smiled confidently, raised his pen, and brushed...swiped...
"?!?!?!"
The four adults present all stared at each other to the extreme. Li Ke not only stared, but also grinned.
Keeping his head tilted while communicating with Li Chengqian in a low voice, he looks like a husky whose appearance is inversely proportional to his IQ, tilting his head and thinking about life.
Li Chengqian closed his eyes, opened them again, and stared blankly at the two strange arcs.
Curved lines with small circles appear on the picture of Father's spring outing.
Everyone was confused. Did Cheng Laosan's wrist slip?
Yan Liben, a master of traditional Chinese painting, looked very confused. His hand holding the tea soup was frozen in the air and his eyes were dull.
Li Shimin's eyes were as wide as bells, and they should have been as shrewd as lightning.
But at this moment, what was shot out was a series of lightning-like shocks. What the hell is this?!
Li Shimin tried his best to tell himself not to be angry. The little bastard who ruined his proud work with a pen was a poor, half-crazy junior.
But looking at those two curves, he always felt that his lungs were about to burst into flames.
Cheng Chubi saw it. He saw His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, whose face was getting darker and darker, raising a hand, and the tips of his fingers seemed to be trembling.
"You, what are you doing on the painting?" Uncle Li's voice was trembling, as if he was overly shocked.
"...the two strokes I drew represent the breeze, uncle, didn't you see?"
Cheng Chubi was a little unhappy. As expected, there was a generation gap between himself and these famous historical figures.
It's really deep, as deep as more than a thousand years.
"Haha...wind?!" Li Shimin immediately shouted. What the hell is the wind? Is it even a breeze?
Believe it or not, I will throw you from the top of the boat into the river right now and see if you can see the wind drawing circles in front of your eyes!
Li Ke looked up at the sky with despair. Brother Chu Bi, how could you do this?
I haven't been sick these days, so why did I start to get sick when I came to see my father?
Yan Liben's eyes twitched, he put down the tea bowl, rubbed his almost burned fingers, and shook his head repeatedly.
It’s true, the third son of Lu Guogong’s family is probably not completely recovered from his madness.
"Sigh... I have been painting for decades, and I have admired thousands of ancient and modern paintings.
This is the first time I’ve seen someone draw the wind directly.”
Li Chengqian quickly saluted Li Shimin and reminded him.
"Father, it seems that Cheng Sanlang, who has just recovered from a serious illness, has a talent for painting.
It's a new approach...the same goes for his medical skills."
Take a deep breath, this is stupid, no, this is a poor kid who has not recovered from his mental illness.
He is the majestic king of a country. Is it necessary for His Majesty the Emperor to be on the same level as this kid?
If word gets out, people in the world will laugh at you, so stay calm, you must stay calm.
After calming down, Li Shimin was worthy of being a veteran in charge of a country, and he quickly adjusted his emotions.
Of course, this was while trying to control myself and not look up and see my masterpiece "Spring Outing", which I worked so hard on, being ruined.
"Well, my nephew is indeed an extraordinary person. His clear thinking really shocked me."
Li Shimin tried his best to smile, but he always used his back molars to inhale when he spoke.
"...I won't beat around the bush anymore. I heard that you are sure to cure General Qin's old illness. I wonder if this is possible."
Hearing this, Cheng Chubi, who always felt that Uncle Li was not in the right mood, breathed a sigh of relief and nodded calmly.
"My nephew did say such a thing, and he has proved to Brother Weide that I have such ability."
His confident tone and high-spirited figure seemed to confirm that he was definitely not careless.
Li Shimin stroked his long beard and narrowed his sharp eyes.
"I remember that two Taoist priests, Sun and Yuan, once said that the most dangerous thing about Qin Qing's old illness was an arrowhead stuck between his sternum."
"How are you going to take it out without hurting Qin Qing's life?"
"Well..." Cheng Chubi opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to describe it in words. He always felt that it would be easier to explain it with pictures at this time.
"Uncle, can you lend me a piece of paper?" Cheng Chubi's eyes fell on the table covered with rice paper.
"What do you want out of paper?" Li Shimin's face darkened. Isn't it enough for you to ruin my "Spring Outing Picture"?
"Uncle, I'm afraid you won't understand if I just say this with my mouth. It's best to use pictures to make it simple and clear.
Just like I usually do this when communicating with Taoist priests Sun and Yuan."
"In that case, just use it." Li Shimin nodded helplessly and took a look first before talking.
"Actually, it's like this. For me, I want to take out the arrowhead from Uncle Qin's chest.
It’s an operation that doesn’t seem simple, but is actually relatively easy to solve. Why do you say that..."
Cheng Chubi took out a specially customized charcoal pen from his arms, and then brushed several strokes on the white rice paper.
This time, Cheng Chubi drew very carefully, especially the circle representing the head.
No worse than planning with a circle, a stick figure with perfect posture appeared on the clean rice paper.
"Look, this is the chest..." Cheng Chubi, satisfied, took a charcoal pen and pointed at the straight middle section of the stickman's torso.
"No, please wait a moment. Is this a human being?"
Li Shimin pulled Li Ke, who had his head stretched out and eyes as wide as bells, aside, his face turned dark.
"Of course, the torso, limbs, and head are all obvious, aren't they?"
Cheng Chubi was not happy. You are the emperor, but you cannot slander the hard work of an outstanding medical worker at will.
It's a bit rough, but it's simple and clear anyway. You can't make me spend three or five hours first.
Draw a real human anatomy diagram and explain this small operation to you?
"Um, nephew Chu Bi, please give way..."
Yan Liben rubbed his face violently with both hands, strode forward, and signaled Cheng Chubi to tilt his body temporarily.
"???" Cheng Chubi tilted his head slightly in confusion, and Yan Liben took away Cheng Sanlang's masterpiece and threw it on the floor.
Cheng Chubi's face turned dark, and when he was about to speak, he saw the traditional Chinese painting master lifting his brush, swish, swish, swish...
Li Shimin's darkened face gradually returned to its normal color, and he let out a sigh of relief.