Chu Suiliang silently raised his head and looked at the sky: Your Majesty has been a little moody recently. It's too difficult for a little man like you. Why don't you talk to Prime Minister Yu another day and let him take responsibility for someone else? Yesterday, I also said that Prince Teng is like a precious tree of the Li family, with occasional yellow leaves; a young and handsome horse, with minor flaws inevitable, but he still has his childish nature, and I love him deeply. Today I have become a bastard again. How can I record it?
If you record it, how will future generations view your Majesty? If you don't record it, how will the people here view you? As for what the people here know, I will omit it here.
Li Shimin looked at Li Yuanying's confused look, stood up and walked away. He wanted to find Sizi and Pheasant Nu, so as not to strangle a certain Shuzi to death before going to the mausoleum!
Gao Jian glanced at Changsun Wuji, and continued to drink tea with the old man. He rarely took a break and left the opportunity for expression to the young people, so he did not follow him and left.
After receiving his uncle's look, Changsun Wuji stood up and followed Li Shimin's pace. Cheng Zhijie also left at the same time. He preferred the style of King Qin's breaking dance.
It is definitely not to prevent Changsun Wuji from taking eye drops. When it comes to eye drops, if a certain old Cheng considers himself second, the first place can only be Tang Maoyue!
Li Yuanying: "..."
I will go to Xianling tomorrow to find Aye. My brother has entered menopause and has a bad temper, weird and unpredictable. It is really difficult for Aye!
Walking to Tang Jian, Li Yuanying put his arms around his neck and asked, "Tang Fu, where is the strongest wine? I want to get drunk before I stop!"
"There is some brewed pear flower white at a certain house. Let Cheng Chubi go get two jars." Tang Jian said with some uncertainty.
Prince Teng can drink, but he cannot get drunk. After all, Qiniang has not yet entered the palace, and she cannot bear the reputation of instigating him to get drunk.
"Prince Teng, what do you think of these portraits?" Li Chunfeng walked over with a stack of drawings, followed by Yan Liben and Feng Chengsu, the former school secretary of Hongwen Hall.
The reason why the latter was able to advance to the next level is very simple. He was able to write 70% of the charm of the inscription on Prince Teng's humble residence. The remaining 10% seemed to be loose and awkward, so he skipped it. He was better than his master. And better than blue. As for the 20% that was not mentioned, it is very simple and has no sword intent.
Therefore, Yu Shinan recommended him to join the Hongwen Library. After Li Shimin read the calligraphy, he thought he was worthy of being the school's calligrapher. He was also selected by Li Chunfeng and studied portrait sketch with him.
"What is the greatest advantage of Peony Dance?" Li Yuanying asked while looking at the portrait.
"It seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and it flutters like the snow in the flowing wind." Li Chunfeng said softly after two breaths of silence. "I understand. Thank you, Your Majesty, for correcting me."
After the eyes, expression, and gestures, King Teng finally talked about the overall shortcomings. I believe that it won't be long before someone can become a master of the painting school.
Yan Liben's eyes are brighter, which means that not only the picture must have some highlights, but also the characters, and the different highlights must harmoniously assist the overall highlight, forming a locally exciting and overall more exciting picture!
"Do you have a letter from Mr. Yuan?" Li Yuanying asked softly after reading the drawing and returning it to Li Chunfeng. Taishi Ling studied the paintings, which will be beneficial to drawing star maps. They will one day make an astronomical telescope. The first person to map the moon in later generations was Galileo Galilei. He used a homemade telescope with a magnification of more than 30 times to find that the moon was covered with valleys and drew a map of the moon.
In an era when there were no photographic methods for surveying and mapping, all those who studied technology or craftsmen were also extremely talented painters, otherwise they would not be able to accurately express what they saw or what they thought.
Science and art, in fact, are not antagonistic, but two small partners that complement each other, achieve each other, and make progress together.
"Everything is normal in Luoyang and Yangzhou, and there are no unexpected situations." Li Chunfeng sat on the low couch beside him and changed the sketch he had drawn. Master is in Luoyang, and Wei Gong is in Yangzhou. If something happens, it will not be a problem with the voting organ, but a major problem that will affect the Tang Dynasty.
"You can watch as you like. I'll go back home and rest." Li Yuanying stood up and left with Tang Jian and Li Jing. The debugging was carried out all night last night. Fortunately, there were enough people on the right and left guard shifts. I only slept for an hour, but I really couldn't hold on anymore.
"My lord, go slowly." Li Chunfeng said casually without raising his head.
Yan Liben followed Li Chunfeng's pen tip with his eyes without even saying a word.
Feng Chengsu: "..."
Well...don't you need to take a few steps outside? This is His Majesty’s younger brother, not some young man from a colleague’s family!
"Concentrate on the painting." Li Chunfeng said in a cold voice. Last night, the master made a divination for King Teng, saying that he would be in trouble today, and that there would be no danger, so he asked me not to leave with him.
Who has nothing to do and make trouble? Living a good life is not easy, as if you can really change... Court. What if we are all air?
Air, according to King Teng, was said when he was fighting against Wei Xuancheng. The original words are: Do you think you are water, and anyone who is separated from you will be thirsty, or do you think you are air, and anyone who is separated from you will be unable to breathe? Even if you want to be a green onion, I still don’t want to use you as a dipping sauce!
Wei Xuancheng was so angry that he didn't even attend the Jijie Qushuishui Drinking Banquet. The real reason was: he wanted to lose face.
Master said that the best way to deal with King Teng is that if he is a naughty person, you are even naughty than him. He is a scoundrel, and you are an even scoundrel than him. He doesn't want face, and you don't want face even more than he does. At the same time, keep in mind the most important point: what exactly do you want to discuss? Be sure not to let him lead you. If you follow his lead, no one will pay attention to the things you want to discuss.
Feng Chengsu gathered his thoughts, answered Wei softly, and stopped thinking about other things.
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Qujiang Pond is a little far away from Qinrenfang. Walk straight along the street on the south side of Qinglongfang. After reaching Qixiamen Street, go all the way north to Qinrenfang. There are many temples that need to be passed. It's just that people gathered in Qujiang Pool today. Not only were there few cars and horses in front of the temple, but there were also only a few pilgrims.
Zhaoenfang Ci'en Temple (not the Ci'en Pagoda later built by Black-bellied Pheasant) was established by Mrs. Sun of Lu County in the former dynasty. In the 23rd year of Zhenguan, she was ordered to exchange Ci'en Temple with Hongji Temple and move to Shengyefang, Shenlongzhong. The little novice monk at the entrance of Chongji Temple, with his head slightly drooped, was dozing in the sun. Occasionally he would be agitated, look at no one around, and then continue to doze again.
Several years later, when the young novice monk recalled this day, he was still confused and confused. When did so many people hide in the temple?
After Li Yuanying got into the car, he hugged the large cotton-filled pillow and fell asleep instantly, snoring softly.
Li Jing and Tang Jian looked at each other, one took out a kerchief to wipe the sword in his hand, and the other took out a book to read, living in peace without disturbing each other.
The prince's carriage was majestic and he walked lazily. No one thought that someone would dare to assassinate Prince Teng in broad daylight.
Just passing by the intersection of Ci'en Temple, "Duh duh duh..." A row of people appeared on the temple wall, shooting arrows at Li Yuanying's carriage with clear targets...
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