Li Shimin briefly looked at the secrecy law and chuckled: "Pharmacist, this is not just a secrecy law. Tomorrow you all go to the Li Zheng Palace to discuss it carefully, so that this prince can have time to go out and have fun."
It's been almost two months since I opened the house, and my younger brother has only been to the West Market once. He still bought snacks for Sizi, which was too restrictive for him.
"Thank you so much, brother!" Li Yuanying was moved to tears and looked at Li Shimin affectionately.
Among the original fishing friends, there was a senior drama actor, and his performance was very smooth. He played both the silly prince and the waiter in the teahouse. Unlike the young actors who act so embarrassingly that they almost get cancer, we can’t say that their acting is not good. They only have no more than 3 joints in the whole body. They still insist on practicing dancing when their fever reaches 60 degrees; every day for 2 months Only sleep for 30 minutes; 7 buckets of instant noodles and 8 cups of milk tea a day... The latter one is pure intrusion, with low emotional intelligence at best.
As for still practicing tap dancing with comminuted fractures of both legs, practicing for 40 hours a day... I was still practicing dance when I was tired and a paraplegic, and my throat was swollen more than 30 times and I continued to practice pronunciation... All kinds of situations that would not appear in fairy tales or fantasy novels, just There is no need to say more.
Quickly pulling back his thoughts that were drifting further and further away, he continued to look at Li Shimin affectionately. Li Yuanying was waiting for him to tell him how much Shu brocade or cotton cloth he would give as a reward. The latter was a bit small, so he would probably be able to get one or half a piece.
Li Shimin raised his hand and slapped Li Yuanying on the forehead, pretending to be angry: "If you don't get a reward, if you continue to learn and have no skills, I will send you to Hongwen Hall!"
The article is not required to be written with every word, but the dictionary should be used... My younger brother can draw quite well, and the handwriting can barely be read. The article... Otherwise, don't ask for more and let him rest for a few days before talking about it. ?
Yu Shinan: "..."
Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that Prince Teng will demolish the Hongwen Hall? He showed no mercy in demolishing his own mansion!
"Your Majesty, there are a few volumes of books there that are pretty good. I'll send someone to deliver them when I get back." Wei Zheng took over Li Shimin's words and said softly. "The article is about timeless things, there is no need to rush."
Li Yuanying: "..."
Is this world a fantasy? Good luck! The number one stickman of the Tang Dynasty actually wanted to give a certain book as a gift! Good luck! I gave away more than one roll! Good luck! How can we fight against him in the future? ...Uh-huh, the style of painting has changed a bit. As little rabbits who are flower growers, we are all equally excited!
After all, there is a saying in the New Classic of Mountains and Seas: There is a beast with snow-white fur and long ears. It likes to eat eagle sauce. When it encounters a black bear, it will reach out and hold it, muttering: Silver, sister, money! The mantra is: No matter how good your skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives. No matter how wet your clothes are, you will be knocked down with a brick!
ps: The above content comes from those things about Natu that year.
The ax was given to Cheng Zhijie, but to whom would the kitchen knife and bricks be given? Whose temperament matches better?
"Xuan Cheng is interested." Li Shimin finally breathed a sigh of relief. You and your younger brother occasionally quarreled with each other. You didn't have any objections, but if you lose, you just lie flat. This is a bit bullying. It turns out that when you were yelling at me all day long, I was never so angry that I lay down...at most I complained a few words and shouted that I would find an opportunity to kill him, a farmer.
Over the years, he has been doing well and has not suffered any injuries. On the contrary, his official position has been rising higher and higher.
"Young brother, why don't you thank Xuancheng? Ask him for the manuscript." Seeing that Li Yuanying was still in a daze, Li Shimin reminded him.
Li Yuanying hesitated for a moment. The calligraphy works of this big man are said to be strong and powerful, like a dragon attached to a tree, but the best regular script in the world is Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming written by Ouyang Xun. The content of the article was drafted by this big man... ... plus the pillar inscription... the signature move of Fly Rubbing his hands went online, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wei, there are a lot of manuscripts, why don't you help me write a peach blossom inscription for Prince Teng's mansion, or a plum blossom inscription?"
"It's best to have Bo Shi write it for you, right?" Before Wei Zheng could reply, Li Shimin took over and asked with a particularly gentle smile.
Shuzi would not hesitate to take away Boshi's words. He will also come up with various reasons for him to write various short but beautiful essays or poems,
"Courtesy reciprocates, will King Teng also send a certain article?" Wei Zheng did not feel offended. The calligraphy of Yu Boshi and Ouyang Xinben was indeed more in line with the mainstream aesthetics of the Tang Dynasty than his.
... Li Yuanying really wanted to say that he didn't want to be a copycat, but he could use stones from other mountains to attack jade. Brother Xun's use-it-all principle, we have to use it. We must either use it, store it, or destroy it...with discernment and without selfishness. Without something borrowed, people cannot become new people; without something borrowed, literature and art cannot become new literature and art.
For the new people of the Tang Dynasty, the new literature and art, the honor and disgrace of a certain person, a drop in the ocean, a drop in the ocean, rotten wood and excrement, the excrement was thousands of households in the past!
"Mr. Medicine Master, how about Wei Gong's residence?"
Li Jing, who was suddenly named, carefully organized his words and said: "Xuan Cheng is an upright official, and he also advocates simplicity and nature in his home. He is really a role model for our generation."
"Innocent, simple and natural..." Li Yuanying pondered for a moment, then looked at Chuntao and said, "Get a pen and paper!"
Xia Gua led people to remove the things on the table in front of Li Yuanying.
Li Shimin: "..."
Is it possible that my young brother can still have his thoughts flowing, his pen full of flowers, and write wonderful articles? He reminded with some worry: "Xuan Cheng has grown up, you are not allowed to write randomly!"
"Wei." Li Yuanying smiled at Li Shimin with a cute smile, picked up the pen and started writing on the cloth.
"If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, it will be spiritual if there is a dragon." Yu Shinan curiously came to Li Yuanying and read softly.
Li Shimin raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's acceptable."
"This is a humble house, but I am virtuous." Yu Shinan's voice fluctuated a little. This idea is wonderful!
Li Shimin: "..."
Cheng Zhijie took out the ax from his waist and rubbed the pattern on it. He was chatting so well when he suddenly dropped his book bag. How boring!
After hearing Weiwu Dexin, Tang Jian also stood up and walked over. He read the next sentence in surprise, "The moss marks are green on the steps, and the grass is green in the curtains. There are great scholars talking and laughing, but there are no idle people coming and going."
Li Zhi, who had remained silent, raised his hand and gently wiped the corners of his eyes: Uncle finally returned to normal. When he returned to the palace, he would burn this article to Aweng and Aniang to reassure them.
"You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Scripture. There is no clutter of silk and bamboo, and there is no labor of writing documents." Yu Shinan sighed after reading, "Tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Scripture, which evokes the desire to return to seclusion!"
Wei Zheng's eyes were slightly red. After so many years, someone finally understood me... No, this was Prince Teng. How could he be the one who understood me best?
"Nanyang Zhuge Lu, Xishuzi Yunting. Confucius said: What's so bad?" Tang Jian had just finished reading when he saw that Li Yuanying put down his pen without writing the signature, and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, sign it!"
This article has both noble and proud sentiments and a reclusive taste of living in poverty and enjoying life. It will surely be passed down through the ages!
Li Shimin walked over and looked at the cloth. It was written in a mixture of real calligraphy, running script and cursive script. The size, length, fatness and slant of the handwriting varied greatly, with occasional official calligraphy. He couldn't help but laugh: "You are so stupid, you need to be beaten!"
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