Fang Xuanling on the side is also a person who likes calligraphy and painting. Last time he was in the Qin Mansion, he was embarrassed and asked for Qin Ming's calligraphy.
Seeing that Qin Ming was about to write now, how could he let go of such an opportunity?
So he approached Qin Ming and said with a pleasant smile:
"My dear nephew! Can you write another copybook later and give it to me?"
Qin Ming smiled and nodded, then squatted down, put Si Zi on the ground, rubbed Si Zi's head and said:
"Sizi, be good, wait for brother Ming for a while."
Si Zi nodded obediently upon hearing this.
Then he jumped up to Princess Changle and Princess Yuzhang, took their big hands, narrowed his eyes and smiled:
"Fifth sister, sixth sister, let's watch Brother Ming write together, okay?"
Princess Changle smiled and said yes, then leaned over and hugged Sizi.
After putting down Si Zi, Qin Ming thanked Yang Zijun for his hard work and took the brush from her hand.
Qin Ming raised his head and glanced at the working tenants and the guards at the mansion not far away.
Then he closed it and pretended to be deep in thought.
When people around him saw this, they thought Qin Ming was thinking about his words, and they all held their breath for fear of interrupting his thoughts.
A few moments
Qin Ming's eyes suddenly opened. He held a brush and dipped it in ink into the inkstone engraved with peonies.
Then he started writing in the blank space of the scroll.
Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling stared intently at Qin Ming's writing, but they didn't pay much attention to what he wrote!
But the rest of the people on the side were just the opposite. They were not interested in calligraphy. Instead, they cared more about what Qin Ming wrote!
As Qin Ming continued to write, people around him couldn't help but read out the words on the paper.
""Compassion for the Farmers""
"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil."
"Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey?"
"Inscribed by Qin Ming in Lantian County on March 6, the sixth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty."
Only after Qin Ming stamped his personal seal at the end of the inscription did everyone around him react.
Fang Xuanling praised:
"Wonderful nephew, what a great talent!"
"The words used in this poem are simple and easy to understand, smooth and neat. It is a rare and beautiful line!"
"The most important thing is that this poem tells how difficult it is for people to farm, and warns the world to cherish food!"
"Oh, it's amazing, it's amazing. This poem alone will leave a name in history for my wise nephew!"
Li Shimin on the side couldn't help but nod when he heard Fang Xuanling's comments. Then he thought of something and reached out to press the edge of the scroll.
He looked at Qin Ming with hot eyes and said:
"My dear nephew, can you give this painting to me?"
Qin Ming rolled his eyes when he heard this.
【Do you want to eat shit? 】
Yang Zijun, who was still immersed in the artistic conception of Qin Ming's poem, couldn't extricate himself. After hearing Li Shimin's words, he immediately raised his head and glared at Li Shimin angrily.
[You robber wearing a dragon robe! 】
Li Yuan, who was standing on the other side of Qin Ming, was unhappy when he heard this. He reached out and patted the scroll and said angrily:
"My grandson has already said that after this painting is framed, it will be kept as a memorial to educate future generations. How can I give it to you?"
When Li Shimin heard this, he felt as if someone had poured cold water on him, and he retracted his palm angrily.
Upon seeing this, Qin Ming quickly put away the scroll on the table, then turned around and handed it to Yang Zijun beside him:
"Zijun, please put the painting away first."
Upon hearing this, Yang Zijun took the painting and said with a blessing:
"It's the young master. I'm going to leave this little lady."
After speaking, Yang Zijun led Maotu back to his carriage.
Qin Ming turned around and said to Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling:
"If Your Majesty doesn't mind, I can write a copybook to Your Majesty."
Li Shimin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and then he briefly told Qin Ming about the size requirements for the copybooks.
Seeing this, Fang Xuanling hurriedly stated her request.
Qin Ming wrote them down one by one, and then spread a piece of rice paper on the desk again.
At this time, Princess Yuzhang, who had been standing at the table, glanced at Fifth Sister and Sizi beside her.
She bit her red lips lightly, hesitated for a moment, then walked to Qin Ming's side, stretched out her slender hand, picked up the ink ingot, and helped Qin Ming grind the ink.
Seeing this, Qin Ming pursed his lips and smiled at Princess Yuzhang beside him, then picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.
After a while,
Qin Ming wrote two copybooks and gave them to Li Er and Fang Xuanling respectively.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late. If there's nothing else to do, why don't we go back home for dinner first?"
Li Shimin smiled and nodded when he heard this.
"When you say that, I really feel a little hungry."
Qin Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled:
"Then let's each get into the carriage."
Li Shimin nodded and then greeted everyone to get on the carriage.
When Li Shimin was working in the fields.
Qin Ming considered that Li Shimin and his party would definitely have dinner at the house, so he asked Xiao Qingwan and Si She to go back to the house early to prepare lunch.
When Li Shimin and his party all got on the carriage, Qin Ming turned around and walked towards Yang Zijun's carriage.
At this moment, Li Shimin suddenly opened the car curtain and shouted to Qin Ming:
"My dear nephew, come and ride with me."
Qin Ming stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then boarded Li Shimin's carriage.
As soon as he entered the carriage, Qin Ming saw Li Shimin smiling and saying:
"Qin Qing, what do you think of my carriage? Is it worth eight hundred coins?"
Qin Ming curled his lips when he heard this.
[Oh, co-author, you have something to do, Zhong Wuyan, and nothing to do, it’s summer and spring! 】
Qin Ming pretended to be confused and asked:
"Why do you say this, Your Majesty? You should be the one who has the most say on whether this car is worth sitting in."
Li Shimin said oh, leaned back on the sofa, pointed at the empty inner walls around the carriage, and said:
"Qin Qing, look at this narrow carriage, and look at the walls of this house. How comfortable do you think I can be sitting there?"
Qin Ming had already expected this. Seeing Li Er's look of raising an army to accuse him, Qin Ming said sadly:
"Your Majesty, do you think that I have cut corners?"
Li Shimin chuckled when he heard this.
[Don’t you know whether corners were cut or not? It’s also a carriage worth eight hundred guan, not to mention Si Zi’s carriage inlaid with glazed gems and gold and silver ornaments! 】
[Let’s just say that the King of Yue’s carriage, which also cost 800 guan, was not comparable to his in terms of interior and spaciousness! 】
If it weren't for robbing his son's things, which was so ugly, he would have attacked the King of Yue long ago.
Li Shimin looked at Qin Ming's expression, as if he had suffered a great injustice, and became angry.
He took a deep breath and warned:
"If I remember correctly, King Yue's carriage seems to have eight hundred strings, right?"
Qin Ming nodded when he heard this and said calmly:
"Yes, the cost of the King of Yue's carriage is the same as that of His Majesty's!"
When Li Shimin heard this, he patted the handle of the sofa, pointed his right hand at Qin Ming, who couldn't help but tremble, gritted his teeth, and said word by word:
"Then my carriage is so crude, how dare you say that I didn't cut any corners?"
Qin Ming was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he beat his chest with his right hand and said sadly:
"Your Majesty, I am wronged!"
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