In today's Tang Dynasty, who can compete with it?

"Old lady, you said..."

"Who is this old woman? Little bastard, if you call me sister and aunt, I will be your aunt." Before Zhao Chen could say anything, he saw Hong Fu Nu choke.

But his face is not as ugly as before.

After hearing this, Empress Changsun had a smile on her lips. She looked really good-looking.

Zhao Chen did not argue with the red-whisker girl, but just put a few strokes on the canvas, and the smile on the corner of Queen Changsun's mouth appeared on the paper.

"Boy Zhao, your painting skills are truly the best in our Tang Dynasty." Li Shimin looked at Zhao Chen and said sincerely.

Uncle Fu served tea to several people, but no one picked it up.

Everyone has put all their attention on Zhao Chen's paintings.

The value of realistic painting lies in authenticity.

Regardless of beauty or ugliness, it must present its most realistic state on the canvas.

Empress Changsun was already very beautiful, but after Zhao Chen's brushstrokes, she became even more charming.

An hour later, Zhao Chen slowly exhaled and put down the brush in his hand.

"Aunt, the painting is done." Zhao Chen and Empress Changsun said with a smile.
Chapter completed!