The First Family of Tang Dynasty

This beautiful and majestic middle-aged man was Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of Tang, who initiated the rule of Zhenguan, his majesty the Emperor of Tang Dynasty.

Sitting next to him was a thin man, who was Yan Liben, the noble man.

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

Behind them is a young man with a strong body and a dignified appearance.

I saw him walking a few steps forward, staring curiously and looking over.

The curiosity of his expression and the surprise of his eyes are as if he is admiring Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.

"???" Li Shimin was a little confused. Why did the youngest Cheng see such an expression on himself?

"Caomin, see Your Majesty." Fortunately, Cheng Chubi didn't appreciate Long Yan for too long, so he thought of his identity and hurriedly saluted.

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

I don't know how many stories and praises related to him are circulating in later generations, but I was finally lucky enough to see it.

And it's still alive and moving, so much luck can you look up to it.

However, always staring at a big man, if this is Chi Guoguo's provocation in the Great Northeast, it will easily lead to fierce physical conflicts.

"I have a deep friendship with your father, and I treat you like a nephew, so you don't have to be courteous. This is not a court, there is no distinction between monarchs and ministers.

Just treat the old man as your elder, sit down, you are here at the right time. "

Li Shimin stretched his eyebrows, a little triumphantly pointed to the road to spring that the **** was holding in his hand.

"The old man exchanged his experience with Yan Qing just now, and it happened to be inspired to draw this picture of going to spring..."

Cheng Chubi looked in the direction of Li Shimin's fingers, eh...a horse above seemed to be grazing with its head down, there was a river, and a distant mountain.

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

Shouldn't there be flowers in spring? It's good to get a willow tree there anyway.

It's not tight to the subject at all. If you are a teacher, definitely let him invite parents.

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

"Father's pen is getting stronger and stronger, and his children are far behind."

Li Chengqian could not help but shook his head and sighed as he admired this picture of stepping in spring.

Li Ke also gave his thumbs up in a convincing manner. "Father's paintings make Erchen feel the spring in full bloom..."

Cheng Chubi, who watched for a long time and didn't feel any signs of spring, just haha... Actors, all actors.

"You guys..." Of course, Li Shimin knew that these two sons were flattering, and smiled and pointed at the two boys.

"This painting is not finished yet. You came just right. The old man has already prepared the pen and ink here. You two will continue for the father."

"Let this painting show the artistic conception of the spring breeze."

Cheng Chubi couldn't help but enjoy, well, it seems that there is no problem with his aesthetics.

This is when the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty did not forget to teach his son's aesthetic and artistic talents while entertaining, giving him a good comment.

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No, Cheng Chubi was happy to be a crowd eating melons, sitting aside and admiring him.

After seeing Li Chengqian and Li Ke apologize, he stood up first and drew a swallow next to the horse.

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

Li Shimin nodded gratifiedly. "It's not bad, it's you, Keer."

Li Ke walked to the painting, concentrating on it, and then he picked up his pen and drew a canoe in the river.

"What does the old man think is still a shortcoming, what does Yan Qing think?"

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

"Your Majesty Shengming, the minister also feels that he wants to express the fullness of spring and makes people feel the breeze, this painting is not yet fully displayed..."

Yan Liben agreed with Dao with deep conviction.

Hearing what Yan Liben said, Cheng Chubi also agreed with the other party's words.

Although Cheng Chubi has no talent for painting, he has a lack of understanding of Chinese painting, which is the most sensitive to artistic conception.

But it does not prevent him from reading comics since he was a child, and he has grown up with comics for more than 20 years.

It brought a lot of joy to his adolescence in the homeland, and it also made him a very good understanding of how to use lines to depict audiovisual and even dynamics.

If you want a gentle breeze, it can't be easier.

It's a pity that Li Shimin is teaching his son, and there is no room for him to intervene.

Li Shimin looked at the corner of his eye and saw Cheng Chubi nodded there again and again, with an expression of eagerness to try.

Can't help but feel suspicious. Could it be that the old Cheng's family, which is full of unlearned rough masters, also has a genius proficient in calligraphy and painting?

But having said that, the eldest and second child of the Cheng family, don't say so.

Even the temper is just copy-pasting with Cheng Yaojin.

It was the Cheng family's youngest who, by luck, did not inherit his dad's face and hairy beard, and he was quite majestic.

It's a pity that a banquet for the dude made Cheng's youngest third drunk. After waking up, he lost his memory and lost his mind.

Looking at the double-lost boy, Li Shimin couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

"Your Majesty?" Cheng Chubi was a little dazed. Why did Li Shimin stare at himself without speaking, his expression is very complicated, what's wrong?

Li Shimin returned to his senses, smiled heartily, and pointed to the painting.

"Well, my nephew Guanxian is quite eager to try, come, you also put on a few strokes, and let the old man see your skills."

"Well, it's not so good, I haven't painted landscape painting..." Cheng Chubi said embarrassedly.

"What if you haven't painted before, what you need to paint is talent and inspiration." The elder Li Shimin is very amiable.

"Yes, Brother Chubi, hurry up, you can go up if the emperor asks you to go up." Li Ke also booed aside.

Li Chengqian also looked at the Cheng's youngest with a smile, and Cheng's youngest, who was rumored to be in a half-crazy state, seemed to be no different from ordinary people.

It really makes people unable to connect him with the madman, maybe it has completely returned to normal.

Cheng Chubi looked at the painting, thinking that it was Li Shimin's masterpiece, and he was not willing to do anything if he would add luster to him.

After all, the aesthetics of ancient people and their own, perhaps, should still be different?

Cheng Chubi saluted Li Shimin. "His Majesty……"

"Uncle shouting, is it that difficult?" Li Shimin snorted unwillingly.

Cheng Chubi's heart was overwhelmed. Well, since the emperor wants to appreciate my excellent aesthetics and line expression, it is not impossible.

"If this is the case, my nephew took the liberty, but my nephew's painting talent is probably hard to be discerned by everyone, in case he destroys his uncle's masterpiece..."

"Haha, you kid, you still know how to be clever in front of the old man." Li Shimin couldn't help laughing.

Who said that this kid's heart loss has not been cured yet, and that he can have this brain if he is not cured?

"Okay, this is just an old man's game. Even if you drew something wrong, I won't blame you."

Li Shimin waved his hand very boldly.