The emperor was sitting on a sandalwood couch in the main hall on the second floor of the Qinzhengwu Building. A group of painters were kneeling below. Among them, Wu Daozi, the most famous painting saint, sat cross-legged in the front. He crossed his hands with flat hands and faced Li Longji first.
, then turned his attention to Li Siye who was sitting next to Li Longji and said: "Your Majesty, since you are going to paint a portrait of Dr. Li, you must paint him in the most memorable way, and also paint him in the most heroic and courageous way. How about painting him in the most memorable way?"
In this way, I heard that Dr. Li has a good horse called Zhaoye Jade Lion. Why don't you have someone bring it to the palace? Let Dr. Li wear armor, with a cloak behind him, ride on a white horse, and let the minister draw a picture for him.
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After hearing this, Li Longji nodded affirmatively while lying on the bed: "That's right. I also want to see Si Yelang come to the battlefield immediately and command Ruoding."
He immediately ordered Yuan Siyi behind him: "Send someone to the stable at the entrance of the palace to bring Aiqing's horse to me."
Li Siye found it quite interesting. Li Longji himself was a very artistic person. Not only did he abandon his status as emperor, he was already a successful composer and choreographer. He also very much supported the creation of artists. If it were Li Siye, he would be more inclined to
Drawing a portrait has the same effect as a one-inch bareheaded ID photo, so why do too much useless work.
However, since His Majesty the Emperor is willing to do this, he can only cooperate fully like a puppet.
His horse, Zhaoye Jade Lion, was led to the first floor of the Qinzheng Building. Everyone moved downstairs. Many painters placed long tables around the hall and sat in a circle. The horse was led in the center.
.The two young eunuchs bowed to Li Siye who came downstairs and crossed their hands and said, "Doctor Li, please mount your horse."
Li Siye grabbed the stirrup and turned over to ride on it. The young eunuch handed the douche up again. He took the red copper-colored phoenix-wing douche, stretched out his hand to fit the cowhide lining inside, and then put it on.
The painters approached Li Siye with their pens in hand and looked up for a closer look. Wu Daozi walked over, walked around him with his eyes leveled, and then said lightly with his hands behind his back: "Doctor Li, you can dismount and rest, and come back to review the completed painting later.
Talented people are very arrogant, can they remember all the details with just one glance? Li Siye pointed at the other painters and said: "Master Wu, your skills are beyond the realm of perfection. It does not mean that everyone is as superb as you.
So I think it’s better to give everyone a chance so that everyone can see and draw clearly.”
Unexpectedly, after Li Siye said this, it was like a bad speech that was praised by the public, which caused the displeasure of many painters. Two stubborn old men straightened their necks and said: "Doctor Li, don't worry too much. If we people
If you can't understand it clearly at a glance, you have no right to stay in this palace and paint pictures for the emperor and his ladies."
Li Longji just smiled at the corner of his mouth, showing a proud look, like a rich man who collects antiques showing his collection to others. These palace painters are his collection, including painting saints like Wu Daozi.
Wu Daozi folded his hands and explained to Li Siye with a smile: "Some of the painters present are my students, and some are my friends for many years. Their skills cannot be underestimated. Although they cannot be like me and can see the Jialing River in three days, all of them are
It’s hard to pronounce it in writing, but it’s still easy to remember a person’s voice, appearance, and appearance.”
After hearing this, Li Siye had no choice but to get off his horse. The eunuchs in the palace gathered around him, took off different parts of his armor one by one, and placed them on copper plates.
Li Longji stood up from the bed, waved to Li Siye and said, "Siye, follow me."
The old emperor turned around and climbed the stairs, his steps seemed a little staggering. Li Siye followed him and wanted to go up to help him, but he fluttered his sleeves and got rid of it: "No, I take the magical elixir every day to keep my body light and strong."
It’s strong and doesn’t require any attention.”
"Your Majesty is in good health." This was what he said from the bottom of his heart. He could still live healthily after taking so many poisonous elixirs. I don't know if God was blessing him or being cruel to the Tang Dynasty.
Unfortunately, there are no coincidences in history. Even if Li Heng takes over now, if he does not have the power to break the situation, even if he can prevent the Anshi Rebellion from happening, he will not be able to prevent the formation of the feudal separatist regime.
The two of them followed each other to the back hall of Qinzheng Building, where a pair of poems were hung and lined up along the door wall and windows. Li Longji pointed to these poems and said: "Wu Daozi's paintings are unique in the world.
, but it needs to be accompanied by an inscribed poem to be considered perfect. In the past two days, I have ordered the Hanlin Academy, Hongwen Academy and Jixian Academy to write inscribed poems for your achievements. These are all excellent poems selected from below.
.Choose one of your own and use it as the title poem on Wu Daozi’s painting.”
"Me?" Li Siye pointed at himself in surprise, and hurriedly crossed his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I am just a rough martial artist. I don't know anything about poetry. Whichever one Your Majesty says is better, just give it to Master Wu."
"These poems are all dedicated to you, so naturally it is up to you to choose. Since you can enter my Qinzheng Building, the level of these people's poems is among the best. You can choose one at will, as long as it satisfies you."
Li Siye looked along the center of the apse one by one. The owners of these poems were as unfamiliar as their words. He might be able to feel the sentiments of fighting and iron horses from them, but these would soon become old scraps or become meaningless.
word game.
Hey, he saw Li Mi's name on the inscription of the poem, which was a bit strange. Hasn't Li Mi been famous for a long time? Why is he still in the Hanlin Academy after returning to the imperial court? He read Li Mi's poems from beginning to end.
Once upon a time, the content was very long, including a series of praises for his achievements. The description of various combat situations was very visual, but the content was too long, and the inscription on the scroll would easily overwhelm the focus.
Soon he stopped in front of another person's name. This was a poem selected and sent from Jixian Academy. It was very inconspicuous among a bunch of long scrolls. But the other person's name made his eyes shine. It was Du Fu.
Works. He only wrote a short five-character poem, including two lines: "The white horse defeats the enemy and marches thousands of miles to the yellow sand."
With his preconceptions, he pointed to the poem and asked the emperor: "Your Majesty, what do you think of this poem?"
Li Longji read it carefully silently, nodded and said: "Okay, let's use it to write the poem for Wu Daozi's painting. Come, take it down and take it downstairs."
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Portraits of Li Siye riding horses have been hung in the hall on the first floor. He followed the emperor and looked up. Each painting had its own charm, which made him quite impressed. Looking at himself from this angle, it seemed that he was based on ink painting.
It adds a lot of mystery, the beard on the face is a little longer, and it is out of the secular atmosphere.
This time the emperor did not let himself choose a painting that he was satisfied with. Instead, he pointed to a painting that looked the most elegant and handsome, stroked his beard and said: "This is the one, this must be Wu Daozi's painting."
The painters crossed their hands and praised: "Your Majesty has a keen eye, this is indeed the work of Master Wu."
Li Siye took a closer look. Among the many ethereal and realistic paintings, only this one was more similar in spirit than in form, and the facial details were optimized, just like a camera with a beauty filter on. It was indeed better than the others.
The painting is more interesting.
Li Longji spread the dried paintings on the table, while Yuan Siyi was grinding ink beside him. He personally picked up the filled ink tube and placed Du Fu's poem in the corner on the right side of the painting.
This painting has not yet been completed, but its value has been fully reflected. Wu Daozi's brush, Du Fu's literary thoughts, and Li Longji's pen and ink. In fact, if Zhang Xulai can inscribe the poem more perfectly, it will become one of the three saints in the true sense.