Chapter 90 After all, the painting skills of Yan Langzhong and I are not the same style)
Li Ke said goodbye and left the private room with a confused look on his face, and then he realized what he was doing.
Father, what do you mean? Your own son, I am just an errand boy?
Do you know that your own son was kicked out by you without even getting a drink of water?
Not to mention that Li Ke was standing outside the private room with a dark face and melancholy. Inside, Li Shimin was smiling and starting to ramble.
Cheng Chubi sat politely in front of the table, eating the specialties of this restaurant and drinking grape wine.
Not long after the meeting, the topic was brought to the two Taoist priests.
The two Taoist priests took the initiative to chat. They went to Cheng Mansion to find Cheng Chubi and asked about how to treat gonorrhea.
"Oh? My dear nephew, can you do anything about this disease?" Li Shimin turned his head and asked Cheng Chubi.
Seeing how interested Li Shimin was, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but cheer up. He wiped his mouth and smiled confidently.
"It's natural. No one knows this disease better than me. It's actually not difficult to treat."
"Do you really have a way?" Li Shimin suppressed the excitement in his heart and tried to show that he was just curious.
"Of course [Biquge www.biqugetv.co], I dare not say anything else, my nephew. It is just a piece of cake to treat a swollen anterior pulse."
When he said the last sentence, Cheng Chubi stretched out his big hand, turned it over and gestured.
Li Shimin's face was slightly stiff. That's right. Sun Simiao had mentioned before that Cheng Laosan called gonorrhea an enlarged prostate.
Exactly what the prostate is and why it swells, well, I'm afraid only Cheng Laosan, who claims that no one knows the prostate better than him, can know.
"It's interesting. Seeing that my nephew is so confident, I'm also interested. Why don't you tell me about it."
"The elder has his destiny, so my nephew will not refuse. But, is there any pen and ink here?" Cheng Chubi, who was full of confidence, began to look around.
"..." Everyone's faces turned dark.
The corners of Li Shimin's eyes twitched, with an expression on his face that was not as expected, and his eyes fell on Yan Liben.
"Yan Qing, it seems that I can only help you again."
"Your Majesty..." Yan Liben looked at Cheng Chubi, and then at the other people with expectant faces. He felt bad.
"It doesn't matter. If it's inconvenient for Mr. Yan, it would be better for me to do it myself." Cheng Chubi was unhappy.
What the hell, I haven't even started yet, and you have this expression and attitude.
Don’t stickmen have human rights? Can’t abstract art be called art?
"If you need me to draw anything, please give your Majesty's orders." Yan Liben was not happy when he heard Cheng Chubi's words.
Just your messy ghost paintings are simply the greatest blasphemy to the artist's vision when they are used to stain people's eyes.
As a well-known painting master in the Tang Dynasty, he really didn't like to see those straight and straight lines appearing in his sight.
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Soon, the waiter brought pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and Yan Wenwen even asked the waiter to burn a stick of incense.
This is naturally so that you can stay calm and focused when creating art to avoid clerical errors.
Everyone fell silent and watched this famous painting master of the Tang Dynasty, whose rare works were handed down to the world, begin to create.
This time, Yan Liben was naturally more serious than the time on the ship.
Soon, a portrait of a man with a peaceful expression and peaceful face appeared on the rice paper.
Li Shimin was seen nodding frequently with admiration on his face, and the two Taoist priests were also in high spirits. They had to admire Yan Liben's painting art.
"Okay...come on, please, brother Chu Bi."
Yan Liben put down his pen, and after looking at it repeatedly, he smiled calmly and calmly, stood up and gestured towards Cheng Chubi.
Cheng Chubi walked up to him and looked at the peaceful and lifelike portrait of an adult.
After just one glance at it from the perspective of a professional medical worker, Cheng Chubi pointed out the flaws in this work.
"That's it. Where's his bird?"
"???" Yan Liben glanced at his work in confusion.
"What bird? I'm not painting, I'm just painting a portrait of you."
Li Shimin was also a little confused and didn't react for a while. Aren't you treating people? What's your business with birds?
However, the two Taoist priests quickly thought of the "Stickman Riding an Elephant Picture" that made their eyes black.
Yuan Tiangang and Sun Simiao's eyes exchanged wildly for a while. Yuan Tiangang could only brace himself and whisper into Yan Liben's ear.
"That Mr. Yan... is indeed missing something..."
"!!!!!" Yan Liben's face changed from black to purple, from purple to green, and from green to blue.
My mouth is a little trembling, I am engaged in artistic creation, not pornographic or erotic works, you have to understand clearly.
Li Shimin, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, finally figured out what the problem was, and his expression became a little strange.
Seeing Yan Liben's expression, Li Shimin also felt that it was really indecent to let a master like Yan Wenwen paint that thing.
"It doesn't matter, let's leave it at that, my dear nephew, why don't you make up for it yourself. Thank you for your hard work, Yan Qing..."
After hearing Li Shimin's words, Yan Liben breathed a sigh of relief, but he really didn't want to see his work messed up by Cheng Laosan.
But you can't snatch it away. The only thing you can do is to be out of sight and out of mind.
"Thank you for your consideration, Your Majesty. If nothing happens, I will leave first. There are still some official matters that have not been dealt with by the noble department."
"Well, that's fine, Yan Qing can just leave." Li Shimin smiled tolerantly.
I also felt a little guilty in my heart. I didn't expect that this kid Cheng Chubi would ask for so much.
Turning around, I saw Cheng Chubi holding a charcoal pen in the middle and lower part of the human face.
An elephant with exaggerated proportions and despairing ugliness?...
Li Shimin's eyelids twitched wildly, he took a deep breath and tried to control himself.
At this time, Cheng Chubi put away the charcoal pen, feeling a little dissatisfied.
After all, one is realistic and the other is abstract, so it is really awkward to mix the two styles.
"Two Taoist priests, Uncle Li, and I have no choice but to make do with it.
After all, Yan Langzhong and I have different painting techniques."
Sun Simiao turned his head away forcibly, fearing that he would be unable to hold it in and spit out the tea soup.
Yuan Tiangang raised his face and looked at the sky, "Master Dao, I finally see how thick-skinned young people can be."
"When discussing gonorrhea, don't worry about anything else. I don't want to hear all that nonsense." Li Shimin sat down with a dark face.
I can no longer let Cheng Laosan talk nonsense, Li Shimin is really afraid that he can't control his temper.
Cheng Chubi also noticed that everyone was in a low mood, and it seemed that the art work that mixed the two styles was awkward.
"That being the case, that guy took the liberty to say it bluntly. In my opinion, the so-called gonorrhea has nothing to do with the male reproductive system, the Qianliemai..."