Great Tang's Talented Little Landlord

When the painting of the God of Luo was unfolded, the people in the main hall of Zhang Liang's house could not help taking a breath after seeing the contents of the painting.

Even Cheng Yaojin exclaimed, "who is this? Why is it sealed in the picture?"

"Uncle Cheng, this is Luo Shen." Li forgot to worry and smiled.

Fang Xuanling, sun Wuji and other literary ministers immediately gathered around and carefully studied the first sketch realistic picture in human history.

Through the contrast of light and shade, it produces a strong three-dimensional feeling, and uses the principles of perspective to draw a realistic sketch, which is unprecedented in this era.

"How did you draw such lifelike paintings?"

"What a strange painting. How do you know this painting, major Yan?" asked changsun Wuji to a young man in his twenties and eighties.

It was Yan Liben, a painter in the early Tang Dynasty, who was questioned by him. In the 17th year of Zhenguan, Li Erzhi was granted the painting of twenty-four meritorious officials in Lingyan Pavilion, and his painting of walking chariots is a famous painting handed down from generation to generation.

At this time, Yan Liben was appointed as the young supervisor. He was best at portrait painting, which was vivid and vivid. At that time, people praised it as "Danqing myth".

But Yan Liben's portrait has more charm than Li Qieyou's sketch of Luo Shen, but it is far inferior to realism alone.

At the moment, Yan Liben was already stunned by the painting of Luo Shen. He stared at the painting in front of him and said nothing.

Sun Wuji shouted to him several times before he came back to his senses.

"Elder sun Shangshu, I have never heard of this picture. It's really a shocking work! The lower officer doesn't know how to draw this picture. It's a magic skill!"

Yan Liben turned his eyes to Li forgetful sorrow and Qiu Kun: "two little gentlemen, who painted this painting?"

Qiu Kun blinked and looked at Li forgetful. He didn't know how to answer the question. Li forgot to worry but replied without hesitation: "this picture is collected by the enemy for generations. It's a long time ago. I don't know who did it."

He lied. He didn't even blink his eyelids. Hearing this, Qiu Kun quickly lowered his head for fear that he couldn't help laughing.

I don't know who did it. You painted it in my house for three days against my father's concubine.

Fortunately, Qiu Kun is not a fool. Naturally, he won't show signs.

Li Qieyou really fooled many people. Those literary ministers and generals present only looked at the yellow and discolored picture. This picture of the sidewalk has gone through years.

However, Yan Liben carefully studied the painting of the God of Luo again and again. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes showed a color of playfulness when he looked at Li forgetful.

When everyone looked carefully around the painting of the God of Luo and exclaimed at each other, a voice came out of the crowd.

"Hum, this picture is nothing more than your own. The so-called literature carries Tao, and there is Tao in the painting, but there is no Tao in the techniques between the pictures. If there is Tao but no art, the object is shaped in the heart, not in the hand. It has only its shape, but it has no God! The painting is precious and similar to God. What is the God like?"

This remark is quite impolite. It means that this painting of Luo God only has its shape, but has no charm.

Li Qieyou was stunned when he heard the speech. He looked up and saw the young man with Qiu whiskers who had played chess with others before. He didn't know. It was Li Er and Li Shimin who spoke.

Li Er, as an eternal emperor, sometimes likes to be competitive like a child.

Once there was a Hu Shang from the western regions who was good at playing the Pipa and created an extremely gorgeous and complex song.

Li Er specially arranged court musicians to eavesdrop and learn behind the curtain. After Hu Shang played, Li Er relaxed and said that there was nothing strange about this song, and his court musicians would also listen to it. Then the court musicians who had learned secretly before were called out to play, so as to prove that the music is not uncommon.

So Li Er is actually quite childish sometimes, which makes people cry and laugh.

At the moment, Li Er is this kind of big boy's competitive heart. He was originally unhappy with Li forgetting his worries. Now he is even more upset to see that everyone praises his paintings.

Li Er's criticism of Luo Shen Tu is not wrong strictly speaking.

After all, the essence of traditional Chinese calligraphy and painting is painting. A good work must have elegant artistic conception, endless mystery, endless aftertaste and never tire of seeing. It is also a work of charm.

However, Li Qieyou's sketch Luo Shen Tu is mainly better than realism and novel techniques. The two painting methods are different, in fact, they can not be generalized.

Changsun Wuji and Fang Xuanling, these important officials, knew Li Er's small problems and laughed but didn't speak. Even fools like Cheng Yaojin drank quietly and didn't agree with him.

However, as soon as Li Erjin opened his mouth, many people who were still praising the painting of the God of Luo immediately changed their words.

"Yes, this painting has neither charm nor charm. It's really unbearable to talk about."

"But also, I just thought this picture was really weird, and it was dull and dull, but it did not see the essence of ink and wash."

"What Cui Gong said is very true. The so-called combination of form and spirit, simplicity and elegance, and natural innocence are excellent works. Let's not talk about this picture."

These words will make Li forget worry half dead. Are these people who meow belong to chameleon? This face changing speed is comparable to that of Sichuan Opera.

Especially that bastard man with curly beard, who are you meowing?

Fortunately, Li forgot to worry and was a bit sober. He knew that all the dignitaries in the main hall of Zhang Liang's house were Tang Dynasty dignitaries. He couldn't provoke him, but he was disgusted in his heart but didn't say anything.

He didn't know that the man with curly beards he called a bastard was Tang Emperor Li Shimin.

After being scolded by the people in the hall, Li forgot to worry and his face turned black. When he just wanted to put the picture away, he heard Li Er speak slowly.

"However, this picture is not good for nothing. This completely realistic technique is really suitable for portraits. It is very vivid and rare. It is a pity that the techniques created by predecessors have not been spread to this day. It is a great pity."

Li Er's words made the faces of the honourable ministers who had just agreed with him suddenly stiff and felt that they had signs of schizophrenia.

Your majesty, can you speak without gasping and finish at one breath!

Before, I was still praising this picture. It was not easy for me to brazenly follow you to belittle the Luoshen picture. Now you change your mouth? What's the matter with you? Where is the trust between people?

I am so depressed!

Li Er swaggered to the front of Luo Shen Tu, looked at it carefully again, and nodded at Li forgetful.

"Why don't you sell this picture to me? How much does it cost?"

Li Lianyou was confused by the bearded man. He was still trying to belittle him. Now he says he wants to buy paintings. Do you mean to make trouble?

My heart is unhappy, and my voice will not be good.

Li forgot to worry about his neck: "I'm afraid you can't afford this painting of the Lord of Luo."

"Bastard! How do you talk!"

"Shut up! You dare to do this, but you don't want to live?"

Before Li Er spoke, a group of Ministers jumped out and pointed to Li forgetful's nose.

As soon as Li forgot to worry about looking at the situation, he knew that the man in front of him was extraordinary, and he didn't dare to say anything more. He immediately shut up.

Li Er was not angry, but hehe Yile said, "just ask for the price. There is nothing in the world that I can't afford."

Li Qieyou silently raised his eyes to Li Er, and only six words were revealed in his eyes.

You'll die if you don't blow!