The First Family of Tang Dynasty

With these words at the bottom, Cheng Chubi heaved a sigh of relief, got up and walked to the spring map, carefully examining the handwriting of the Emperor of Tang.

If there is wind, and the spring breeze is blowing, there can be no leaves that are blown off. Therefore, the lines of the wind must be soft.

The strong wind should be thick and colorful, with a slightly curved stiff line, then the gentle wind should be the kind of soft and thin curling lines...

Seeing Cheng Chubi standing with a dignified expression on this picture of stepping in the spring, he hadn't written for a long time, his brows furrowed, and his expression was very serious.

Such a move also made Yan Liben, a master of traditional Chinese painting, and Li Shimin, who loves calligraphy and painting, stand up straight.

As for Li Ke and Li Chengqian squatting together, they were whispering quietly.

"Third brother, can he do it?"

"I don't know about this, but when he took a knife to open the rabbit and the dog's laparotomy.

The technique is very sophisticated and ingenious, I think I should have a good hand..."

While whispering, I saw Cheng Chubi finally finished the draft.

With a confident smile, he lifted his hand pen, brushed... brushed...

"?!?!?!"

The eyes of the four adults present were all staring to the extreme in an instant, and Li Ke not only stared, but also grinned.

Maintaining the side-to-head posture of communicating with Li Chengqian in a low voice, it looks like a Husky whose face value is inversely proportional to IQ is tilting his head and thinking about life.

Li Chengqian closed his eyes and opened them again, staring blankly at the two arcs.

A curve with a small circle appeared on the father's emperor's spring trip.

The whole person is dumbfounded, is Cheng Laosan's wrist slipping?

Yan Liben, the master of Chinese painting, looked very confused, his hand holding the tea soup froze in the air, his eyes dull.

Li Shimin's eyes stared like bronze bells, and he should have been shrewd like lightning.

But at this moment, what was shot out was a series of lightning-like stupid force. What is this special? !

Li Shimin tried hard to tell himself not to be angry. The little **** who ruined his proud work with a pen is a half-crazy poor junior.

But looking at the two curves, he always felt that his lungs were about to catch fire and explode.

Cheng Chubi saw it. He saw His Majesty the Emperor Datang, whose face was getting darker and darker, raised a hand, and the tips of his fingers seemed to be trembling.

"You, what are you doing on the painting?" Uncle Li's voice trembled, as if he was overly shocked.

"...The two strokes I painted represent the breeze. Uncle, didn't you see it?"

Cheng Chubi was a little unhappy. Sure enough, the generation gap between myself and these famous historical figures.

It's really deep, as deep as more than a thousand years.

"Haha...wind?!" Li Shimin said directly. What kind of wind, is it still breeze?

Believe it or not, I will throw you from the top of the boat into the river now and see if you can see the wind drawing circles in front of you!

Li Ke looked up at the sky in despair. Brother Chubi, how can you do this?

I haven't fallen ill these days. Why did I start to fall ill when I came to see my father?

The corner of Yan Liben's eyes twitched, and he put aside his tea bowl, rubbed his nearly burned fingers, and shook his head again and again.

Really hammered, the third son of Lu Guo's family was so frustrated, I was afraid that it was not yet complete.

"Oh... the old man has been painting for decades, and he has admired no fewer than thousands of ancient and modern paintings.

This is the first time I have seen someone draw the wind directly. "

Li Chengqian quickly reminded Li Shimin.

"Father, it seems that Cheng Saburo, who has recovered from a serious illness, has a talent for painting.

It's a different approach...The same is true of his medical skills. "

Take a deep breath, this is a silly, no, this is a poor baby who has not recovered from his madness.

He is the dignified king of a country. Is it necessary for the emperor to be familiar with this kid?

If it spreads out, it will be laughed at by people all over the world, calm down, and be calm.

Calm down, Li Shimin is worthy of being an old driver in charge of a country, and he quickly adjusted his emotions.

Of course, this is trying to control oneself, without looking up to see that his heart-wrenching masterpiece "Treading Spring" was ruined.

"Well, the nephew is really a very person, and his thoughts are so peculiar, which really shocked the old man."

Li Shimin tried his best to squeeze out a smile, but he kept breathing in with his back teeth when speaking.

"...The old man will not go around the circle. I heard that you are sure to cure General Qin's old illness. I don't know if this happened."

Hearing this, Cheng Chubi, who always felt that Uncle Li was in a bad mood, let out a sigh of relief, and nodded calmly.

"My nephew did say such things, and he has also proven to Brother Weide that I have such ability."

The confident tone and the upright figure seemed to prove that he was definitely not silly.

Li Shimin stroked his long beard and narrowed his sharp eagle eyes.

"The old man remembers that the two Taoist leaders Sun and Yuan once said that the most dangerous thing about Qin Qing's old illness is an arrow stuck between her breastbone."

"How are you going to take it out without hurting Qin Qing's life?"

"Well..." Cheng Chubi opened his mouth, but didn't know how to use words to describe it. He always felt that it would be easier to explain with pictures at this time.

"Uncle, can you lend me a piece of paper." Cheng Chubi's gaze fell on the table covered with rice paper.

"What do you want paper to do?" Li Shimin's face turned black. Isn't it enough for you to ruin my "Take Spring Picture" once?

"Uncle, this, just rely on your mouth to say, I'm afraid you won't understand it, it's best to supplement it in the form of a picture, so it's simple and clear.

Just like me, when communicating with the two Taoist leaders Sun and Yuan, I did this. "

"In that case, you can use it." Li Shimin nodded helplessly, and let's take a look first.

"In fact, it is like this. As far as I am concerned, I want to take out the arrowhead from Uncle Qin's chest.

It may seem like an operation that is not simple, but it is actually easier to solve. Why do you say that..."

Cheng Chubi took out a specially customized charcoal pen from his arms, and then brushed it on the white rice paper.

This time, Cheng Chubi drew very seriously, especially the circle representing the head.

Not worse than the plan made by Nayuan, a stickman with perfect posture appeared on the clean rice paper.

"Look, this is the chest..." Cheng Chubi satisfactorily took the carbon pen and clicked on the middle of the straight line representing the stickman's torso.

"No, wait a while, is this a person?"

Li Shimin stretched his head and Li Ke, whose eyes were like bronze bells, pulled aside, his face turned black.

"Of course, the torso, limbs, and head are all obvious, isn't it?"

Cheng Chubi was not happy anymore. You are the high emperor, but you can't slander the efforts of an excellent medical worker at will.

It's rough, but it's simple and clear anyway, you can't let me spend three or five hours first.

Draw a real human anatomy, and then explain this small operation to you?

"Um, Nephew Chu Bi, you let me..."

Yan Liben violently rubbed his face with both hands, strode forward, and signaled Cheng Chubi to tilt his body temporarily.

"??" Cheng Chubi crooked a little bit awkwardly, and Yan Liben took away Cheng Saburo's masterpiece and threw it on the floor.

Cheng Chuli's face turned black, and he was about to speak when he saw the master of Chinese painting lift up the brush, sigh, sigh, sigh...

Li Shimin's face, which was darkened to the bottom of the pot, gradually returned to its normal color, and he let out a depressed suffocation in relief.

"This is the only way to be called..."