"Hmph! Come with me..." Uncle Li strode and I could only trot all the way. Yuan Dashang just smiled at me, bowed slightly, and followed.

Entering the hall, "Please sit down, and you, sit down." Uncle Li leaned against the bed railing, staring at me with burning eyes. "What's the matter for a son-in-law? Let me listen to me."

"The son-in-law has a master who wants to ask his father-in-law to take charge." Let's be serious, are you talking about business, right?

"Oh? Let's talk about it, why do you have to take charge of me?" Uncle Li's posture remained unchanged, and his eyes were fixed on the old charlatan on the side. The Taoist priest nodded slightly, closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows and sat down. What are the two old people playing with?

"The son-in-law wants to paint a portrait of his father-in-law, so that he can always remember his father-in-law's contribution to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and to pay homage to the military and civilians of the Tang Dynasty, and to praise his father-in-law's great achievements... I hope his father-in-law will fulfill his son-in-law."

"Father-in-law, what's wrong with you?" Uncle Li said, "I opened my mouth and stared at me, my face was very red. The scattered snails on the side were creeping into a flea. I was twisting around, and I didn't even sit in a seat. I could still become an immortal...

"You can paint a portrait?" Uncle Li did not answer my question, but asked, "Although the son-in-law is not a national player, he is confident and the real-life hard strokes are probably the only son-in-law who can do it." He is very proud. Originally, except for us, a professional scientist who has studied still life sketching, oil painting, watercolor painting, sketching, printmaking, murals, etc. in the Tang Dynasty, who dared to say such a big talk? Although we all have half a bottle of water, after all, we have been living in many years. We dare not say that the sketch is 100% like it, and at least it can be more than 90%. Otherwise, why would we dare to go to the palace to hang up with Uncle Li?

"This is also a business?" Uncle Li looked dark and stared at me with a very strange look.

"Of course, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism have things to offer to the court. However, in the Tang Dynasty, the people of the world only know that they are the people of the Tang Dynasty. Under the protection of my Tang Dynasty, they are also very illusory. If there is a picture of Your Majesty, everyone in the world can recognize Your Majesty, so that everyone in the world can see the style of Your Majesty Li Tang. Besides, my nephew is here to enter the Zuyuan and let a group of students..." After a long time of long speech, Uncle Li nodded his head half-believingly and half-doubtedly. The corner of his mouth raised: "It's such a coincidence, hahaha..." Uncle Li smiled happily, coincidence? Uncle Li said what these two words mean? He twisted his head and looked at Yuan Shenshang. This guy was staring at me without blinking, as if he had encountered an insolvent mystery.

"Today, I have summoned Yan Qing's family." Uncle Li smiled and said to Yuan Shenshang: "I just want to describe the scene of the moon-year-old man meeting with the Tubo envoy to pass on to future generations. I never thought that my son-in-law jumped out first, okay, and soon. As soon as Yan Qing arrived, I asked Yan Qing's family to see the skills of the son-in-law.

"Yan's surname is Yan? Master Yan Liben's surname is Yan?" He can draw. During the Zhenguan period, the surname is Yan. Yes, it must be that master.

"That's right!" Uncle Li smiled like that, as if he was gloating: "After a while, I will look at you and Yan Qing, who has better painting skills? Yan Qing can be regarded as a national master in our dynasty, haha..."

I really hope to see me being defeated in front of the master? What's the matter? I didn't panic and picked up the tea in front of me and took a sip: "Master, it depends on which line of master is. Speaking of fine brushwork, Yan Liben is a master. I admit that what's the case? As the saying goes, I have a specialty in my profession. Master Yan is good at a certain technique, but it does not mean that he can defeat all the heroes with one skill."

"Oh? Look at my son-in-law, he is very stubborn, hahaha..." Uncle Li greeted the cup at Yuan Shenshang.

"This young master Fang is indeed a wonderful person, but I think what Mr. Fang said is very reasonable." Yuan Shenshang pretended not to see me, and slapped his mouth, and said with a very hypocritical sentence, "Oh? Why did the Taoist priest say this? I am interested." Uncle Li glanced at me, then looked at Yan Yuan Shenshang, and smiled silently. Waiting for Yuan Shenshang to speak-

"Have Your Majesty ever learned about Zhan Ziqian's "On Spring Outing". This person's painting style is thin, powerful and powerful, and the colors are bright and bright. The landscape in the picture is "empty and no texture", but the distant mountains are made of moss dots, which has already opened the prelude of moss. The body of the man and horse is as small as beans, but the carvings are meticulous. Yan Langzhong is good at figures, and the outline lines of the clothes and patterns are round and smooth, and are tough, smooth but not slippery, and not stagnant. The expressions and behaviors of the main characters are lifelike, and the portrayals can convey the charm more vividly. Therefore, it is exactly the witty words that Mr. Fang has specialized in his profession." Yuan Shenpu's expression is elegant, his speech is ups and downs, and he is very good at speaking. After a few words, he divided the styles of the two painters far away. Not only did he say good things for me, the young man, but he praised the styles of the two famous painters by the way. This guy is worthy of being a master of the mature and refined person.

"What a wonderful thing, I like this, Taoist Master, this is a great saying. It's better to have a specialty in the profession. It's better to have a good son-in-law. Today I have time. I'll allow you to ask. When Yan Qing arrives, I will draw a few strokes for me. Hehe... I'll see the hard strokes of the son-in-law."

"Thank you, my father-in-law, but my son-in-law still needs a few objects, drawing boards, chicken feathers, yes, a few thick and thin Zhenguan pens, and carbon strips..." He was very excited. He was afraid that few time travelers could show off like this, right? Hehe, I dare not say anything else, sketching, the Tang Dynasty is only one of us.

After not much effort, Master Yan appeared. He was very young, just under twenty-seven or thirty years old. He was just a little mature, his face was always stern, and he looked dumb. It seemed that this master often ascended from the realm of painting skin and bones to the realm of painting souls. He was a very awesome art master.

"Son-in-law, this one is Yan Qing's family." Uncle Li was the introduction, so we saluted quickly and kept the necessary respect to the master. To be honest, it is not an exaggeration to call the "Shi Yan Map" copied by the Song people in later generations. "I met Yan Langzhong in Xiafang Jun."

"I dare not, I have seen the prince-consort..." Master Yan was also very polite. After saying hello, Uncle Li went straight to the main topic: "Yan Qing, today I am going to give you a painting for me. Can you?"

"I obey the order." When Master Yan heard about painting, his eyes, which were originally a little bit wood, suddenly lit up and became energetic.

Master Yan stood in front of the table table, looked up and started writing. The rice paper was spread on the table table table, and the pen was really amazing with three fingers. As expected, the master's style was really hard to draw with a brush. Fortunately, we were not using that thing.

I sat on a bench with a door panel in my hand. I don’t know where the board in my hand came from. Anyway, it’s not an original brand of drawing board, it’s a bit heavy, and the thickness is almost as high as six or seven drawing boards. But at least it’s not as thick as the cutting board, and with our strength, we can still hold it.

I picked up a small ruler and looked left and right at Uncle Li's head. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when I held the teacup. I bulged my eyes and looked at me and then put down the ruler in disappointment. After choosing, I would rather use carbon strips first. After all, the chicken pen is not easy to create a layering feeling, and it is still too thick. I started to use carbon strips to structure them.

"Father-in-law, please lift your head up a little, by the way, that's it." Swish swish swish swish swish swish...

"My father-in-law, can you keep this posture and keep it moving? Otherwise, the son-in-law will draw the wrong place, just half a stick of incense. Your eyes cannot be too wide. It is difficult for the son-in-law to write..."—

Uncle Li was very upset and chatting with Yuan Shenpu while listening to me chatting. If he hadn't agreed in advance and followed my mercy, I'm afraid Uncle Li would have stabbed me with a knife now.

More than an hour later, Master Yan stopped writing first, looked up at me proudly, and walked behind me without even putting down the pen.

"Hiss..." The sound of the sniffling sound understood Master Yan's mood very well. Any ancient painter would be shocked when he saw this portrait, because the most important thing in sketching was realistic. He would not draw people like these ancient people, in order to highlight the emperor, and the people on the other side were small like ants. Uncle Li showed his honor with a cup and smiling smile on my drawing board.

"...May I ask the prince consort, what technique is used?" Master Yan didn't know how quiet it was? He kept whispering behind my butt several times, and finally woke up. He kept silent and stared at how I started writing. He even forgot to put the brush in his hand back on the pen holder. Even Uncle Li and Yuan Shenshang turned their attention to this side. Master Yuan also came over to join in the fun. He started to vent his breath less than a second after standing behind my butt. Damn, who was it? I had known that I would fart and let you suck enough money.

Uncle Li was a little anxious and didn't understand why a national player and a bull were stunned behind me, especially the appearance of Yan Guoshou's trembling lips, which really made Uncle Li very eager to know what this master was painting.

"Father-in-law, please be patient, and you can complete it with a few more strokes." It was very obvious. I could feel that there was a large number of people standing behind my butt, continuing to maintain the style of a master of sketching, constantly modifying and outlining the unsatisfactory areas, trying to be perfect.

Uncle Li became more and more impatient, but he still tried to sit upright, just a pair of eagle eyes staring around. It seemed that Uncle Li was not a good material for being a model. He put it in the later art academy and paid for him to draw a nude portrait. I am afraid no one would want to draw Uncle Li, who seemed to have nails under his butt.
Chapter completed!