Datang: I played synthesis in Zhenguan

Li Shimin didn't believe that his idle books could be liked by scholars, even if there were, it was only a small number of people.

At the time of You, the sun was setting in the west, and Changle and Empress Changsun returned to the farm. Li Shimin saw Empress Changsun stepping off the carriage like flying, and her agility was better than when she was young.

"lady?"

Li Shimin almost didn't recognize his wife anymore, his face was rosy, and his brows were bright and bright, which was completely different from her in the Lizheng Palace. There was less sadness and more calm and capable air.

The whole complexion changed drastically, from a sick beauty who was ill to a capable beauty.

So he was a little hesitant when he called out, whether he had admitted the wrong person.

When Empress Changsun heard someone calling Madam, she turned her head to see that it was Li Shimin, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, her own husband, who had worked hard in the farm for the past few days and did not return to the Lizheng Palace. She was a little sorry for this husband.

"Erlang, I'm a little busy these days, we'll go back later"

Empress Changsun still had an apologetic smile on her face as she spoke. How could Li Shimin not be happy to see his wife look so good? If she wants to stay here, she can stay here.

"Don't worry, Madam looks better recently, thanks to the blessing of this farm!"

Empress Changsun didn't know whether it was because she was in the farm or the book on five sources of health preservation played a role. Anyway, she hasn't suffered from qi disease recently, and her health is getting better day by day.

"Yeah, thanks to this place, my disease is cured."

Empress Changsun is also happy, her health has recovered, she is no longer that porcelain doll who needs to pay attention to wherever she goes, and now manages hundreds of people in the farm, and her day is very fulfilling.

"Erlang is here today, just let me go back after dinner."

Li Shimin was weeping, his wife didn't seem to want to see him, so he let him go back alone after dinner!
"Today I came to chat with him, and I'll go back now."

"Okay, then I won't keep you for dinner. Remember to go back early, and there will be a curfew if you are late."

Li Shimin covered his face and cried, his wife didn't even want to reminisce about the old days with him, he looked at Changle, his favorite daughter must be the one who loves his father the most.

"Aye, I'll get you some snacks later, you can eat on the way"

Forget it, forget it, one of his wife and daughter is not close to him anymore.

Li Shimin left the farm with an indescribable sadness, and Zheng Renjing, the culprit, got into the laboratory alone.

"Well, sure enough, this thing is advanced"

He was fiddling with a machine half the size of a room, and the printed paper was continuously spit out by the machine one by one.

This printing machine is not a synthetic item, it is a reward item in the ten lottery draws of the secondary system, even if he is difficult to create a second one.

But this printing machine does not consume ink, does not need manual typesetting, just throw the books in, it is simple and rude.

It is more than enough to print [-] books a day. He can only hide such an advanced thing in the laboratory first.

"It's not enough to just have text, you have to find a way to get a graphic version"

If this book is to be liked by the world, it must be liked by illiterate people, and a way must be found.

I can't read or write, that's easy to say, he just made a graphic and comic version of Sword Immortal, and with his means, the book was not popular in the Tang Dynasty, so he ate the printing press.

However, his painters are a bit rough and simple, or the paintings look similar in spirit and form, which is difficult to handle. Liao Yuzhu's poems and characters are excellent.

Lin Muxue is also not good at painting, so who else in the entire Tang Dynasty can take on this important task?

After thinking about it, there is only the Lord Lang.

Changle was planning to report to Zheng Renjing about today's work, when he saw him packing up his things and going out.

"You have to go out so late?"

He saw Chang Le nodded with a smile

"Go out to cheat someone, and come back soon"

Chang Le doesn't know who he is going to cheat, but the other party will be very unlucky, I just hope that person can suffer less bullying.

To the east of Chang'an West City, there are three workshops, Yanshoufang, Guangdefang, and Yankangfang. Most of the high-ranking officials and nobles live here. At this time, Zheng Renjing opened a picture scroll outside the door of a mansion in Yankangfang. Fascinated.

Yan Liben, who was in charge at the time, saw a handsome young man staring at a painting on his way home from West Market.

Yan Liben, who loves painting, was attracted by his concentration and wanted to see the painting, so he walked over carefully.

It's just that the young man realized that there was someone behind him, so he immediately closed the picture scroll, and after a glimpse, Yan Liben, the picture scroll, seemed to have known him before.

The characters in the painting are dressed in elegant clothes, the lines are tight and continuous, and the flowing clouds and flowing water are natural and smooth.

As for the content, it is a long story. If he remembers correctly, it is "Luo Shen Fu Tu" by Gu Kaizhi in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Why is such a precious scroll in the hands of a young man?

No wonder this young man guarded himself like a thief. If such a precious picture scroll is seen by a gangster, he will suffer disaster.

"Who are you?"

Yan Liben was not angry when he heard the question from the young gentleman, he quickly answered

"My lord, Yan Liben, was fascinated just now by seeing your paintings, and I was also obsessed with painting. I was curious about what kind of paintings you had, so I stepped forward. I didn't intend to offend you."

As soon as the young man heard his name, there was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and the people who saw it shuddered, but Yan Liben himself didn't think of the bad.

"You are Yan Liben, then you are qualified to see this painting"

After speaking, the young man handed over the scroll, Yan Liben immediately cleaned his hands, held the scroll with both hands and opened it carefully.

"It really is "Luo Shen Fu Tu", the lines and the force are undoubtedly authentic"

Yan Liben was obsessed with it, he didn't expect to encounter such a good thing when he went out, and the picture of Luoshen Fu appeared in front of his eyes.

"Hey, don't just take this picture, boy, I have two more, you can also come up and take a look."

Yan Liben thought to himself, this painting of Luoshen Fu is so precious, what other paintings does this young man have.

He took a look and saw that it was a picture of "Song Zi Tian Wang Tu". As for which famous artist made this painting, he couldn't guess it. He saw that the characters on this painting were lifelike.

The layouts are different in size, but they are related to each other, echoing each other, and the rhythm of the lines varies in weight, thickness, and thickness. It is this change of lines that gives the souls of the characters on the scroll, and makes the gods on the scroll seem to fly out of the painting.

"The technique of this painting is wonderful, I don't know if it was painted by Mr. Lang"

The handsome young man shook his head

"This is Wu Daozi's work, not mine. There is another one. Come and watch it again."

Yan Liben didn't know who Wu Daozi was, but this person's painting skills have far surpassed his.

It is rare for ordinary people to have a painting handed down from generation to generation, but his famous painting is given out as if he didn't want money.

"Just look at this painting"

Yan Liben took the scroll, and it felt a bit heavy in his hand. It can be seen that this painting is a long scroll, so he pulled the scroll very carefully.

He saw the five big characters "A Picture of Shanghe during the Qingming Festival" written on the top. Yan Liben had just opened the scroll when his feet slipped for some reason, and he tore it with both hands.

The "Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival" was broken in the middle, Yan Liben fell to the ground, looked at the half of the painting held in each hand, and then looked at the neat cracks in the painting like a knife cut with an axe.

He knew he was in trouble.

"Don't blame me, sir, I didn't mean to"

Yan Liben, who was 26 years old at the time, admitted his mistake in a panic like a child, but this young man didn't have a good face.

"Tell me, how do you want to compensate, this painting of Qingming Riverside is the painting of the late master, and it is hard to find now."

Looking at the painting with disappointment in his eyes, yes, the characters and scenery on this painting are meticulous, and the value of this painting cannot be measured by gold and silver.

"Then the gentleman said how to compensate, I will definitely do it."

Today is the evil door, why did you suddenly slip on your feet?
"Well, we who love painting, how can we talk about money! That's too vulgar"

Yan Liben's heart warmed up. Look, this is a confidant and a friend. Talking about money is vulgar, and art is a priceless treasure.

"I like to collect paintings. Now that you have destroyed one of my paintings, you will accompany me with a hundred of your paintings. What do you think?"

When Yan Liben heard about his own paintings, he wanted a hundred more, which is too many.

"Why? Do you think my Qingming Riverside Picture is not worth a hundred of your paintings?"

Yan Li didn't dare to reply anymore, because he still felt that what this person said was right!
"I also know that you need inspiration for your paintings, how about this, you come to me, I will teach you a simple painting technique, you only need to draw hundreds of simple paintings and you will be compensated."

"This painting of Luoshen Fu is sent to you together with the painting of Shanghe during the Qingming Festival"

When Yan Liben heard it, as long as he painted a hundred paintings, he would also give him the painting of Luoshen Fu. Is this person a living Bodhisattva?
Can he not draw?No, I made a mistake first, and the other party generously forgives, and he gave too much, two famous paintings, those are two famous paintings handed down from generation to generation!

"Okay, tomorrow."

Yan Liben was about to explain the day when he saw the young gentleman grabbing his wrist

"Don't worry about the day after tomorrow, just leave today"

Yan Liben thanked Zheng Renjing just like that, and was taken back to the farm by Zheng Renjing.