Brothers kill each other, even if they are placed in ordinary people's homes, it is regarded as a disgrace.

Not to mention the emperor's family.

Li Jiancheng said these three words, no one dared to say them in front of Li Shimin on weekdays.

Not to mention painting a portrait of him.

Even if Li Chengqian is Li Shimin's son, he painted a portrait of Li Jiancheng in private, it would be troublesome if Li Shimin knew about it.

Not to mention losing favor or anything, at least a violent beating is fixed.

Li Tingxue knew Li Shimin, and she didn't want Li Chengqian to be beaten because of herself, so after looking at the portrait, she asked the maid to burn the portrait.

Of course, this is something that Li Chengqian does not know.

After Li Chengqian returned to his carriage, he saw that Qingci Qinghe was about to put away all the pen and ink, so he hurriedly stopped him: "Sister Qingci, Sister Qinghe, don't put it away, I still have to use it." ”

"Huh?"

Qing Porcelain and Qing He glanced at each other.

Qinghe asked, "Your Highness, don't you still want to paint?" ”

"yes."

Li Chengqian pointed to the mountains and rivers outside, and said with a smile: "If you have nothing to do, just paint, and you should kill time." ”

It's better to draw than to sit here.

Next, Li Chengqian concentrated on painting in the car and did not get out of the car.

Li Tingxue occasionally came over to chat with him.

I don't know if it was the painting that worked, or if she knew it was out there and needed to be aware of the impact.

Anyway, I'm not trying to trouble Li Chengqian.

Li Chengqian was naturally very happy about this.

Sometimes, he would speed up the carriage and ask Hou Junji what the names of the mountains and rivers along the way were.

Fortunately, Hou Junji followed Li Shimin everywhere in his early years and knew a lot of things, otherwise he would really have to be asked by His Royal Highness.

On the other side, Gao Shilian, Li Chengqian naturally would not let go, asking east and west, making these two people confused.

The two got together.

Hou Junji asked: "Lord Gao, what do you say Your Highness is doing?" ”

Gao Shilian chuckled: "It's just a child's curiosity." ”

Curious about the little ones?

Do children like to learn these things now?

Hou Junji is a little incredulous.

Especially when Li Chengqian discussed the trend of mountains and rivers with him just now, he actually gave birth to a feeling of being questioned by Li Shimin.

Seeing that this eight-year-old guy was struggling to climb the carriage, Hou Junji shook his head helplessly.

Sure enough, everything was just an illusion.

How can the momentum on his body be compared with Li Shimin, he is not a level of character.

Li Chengqian, who was in the car, had been concentrating on painting, and before he knew it, he had drawn an album.

When the journey was halfway through, Li Chengqian jumped to the front of Gao Shilian and Hou Junji.

"Uncle Hou, uncle, how about you see my drawing?"

In the beginning, the two of them were just boring games for children.

But when the two of them saw the painting clearly, both of them were stunned.

At this time, they realized that what Li Chengqian had drawn was actually a chart of mountains and rivers.

The scenery of the mountains and rivers and the terrain and fortresses that he walked through all the way were all painted by Li Chengqian.

And there are many places in the picture that are marked according to the strategic significance revealed in the gossip of the two.

This really surprised the two of them.

Not to mention how old the big prince in front of him is.

Even a civil official who is over half a hundred years old cannot draw so finely.

Hou Junji looked at the trend chart of mountains and rivers, and asked in surprise: "Your Highness, is this really all drawn by you?" ”

"Or else?"

Li Chengqian smiled: "How about it, am I fine enough, and is there anything that needs to be added?" ”

Gao Shilian and Hou Junji are not simple military generals or civil officials.

Both of them are characters who can fight on horses and govern places when they get off horses.

Both of them also know what this picture represents.

Hou Junji and Gao Shilian glanced at each other.

Gao Shilian said: "Your Highness is extremely talented, I am afraid that there is no second person in the world who can draw such a detailed picture." ”

"Uncle, I want to listen to the truth."

Li Chengqian was a little dissatisfied.

Gao Shilian's face was full of shame: "This is indeed the truth, even if I am asked to paint, I may not be able to draw better than His Highness." ”

"Your Highness is only eight years old this year, and he can draw such a picture, which is said to be talented, but in fact it is already a bit low."

Hou Junji also echoed on the side: "If there had been such a detailed atlas when he accompanied His Majesty in the southern and northern wars, I am afraid that there would have been many fewer scouts for exploring the way." ”

They both speak from their hearts.

For the talent that Li Chengqian has shown now, they are also shocked in their hearts.

Li Chengqian is only eight years old, and he can recite the Four Books and Five Classics in their entirety, and can draw with a pen and write poems.

In particular, Li Chengqian still has attainments in Go, and can even defeat Li Shimin on the chessboard.

Taken together, it's no longer a matter of age that can be measured.

Hou Junji couldn't help but secretly think about what Li Shimin said to himself when he summoned him the night before departure.

Li Shimin said: "Qian'er is a good seedling to be a general, and on the way to Jiangnan this time, you can teach him the art of war, tactics and other ways to use troops. ”

At that time, Hou Junji still felt that Li Shimin was a little too much.

After all, such a young child can learn some poems and lyrics in the Four Books and Five Classics.

Even if he will succeed to the throne at that time, it is good to let him be a conservative monarch, and there is no need to cultivate Li Shimin's copy.

But now it seems that it is not Li Shimin who has passed, but that he is short-sighted.

At this moment, in Hou Junji's heart, Li Chengqian has changed from an image of not learning and unskilled to an image of a genius.

Li Chengqian didn't know that because he had drawn a few pictures, Hou Junji almost thought that he was a god.

To put it bluntly, he didn't think it was a big deal at all.

He just wanted to show off his painting skills in front of these two people.

Who would have thought that they could come up with so many other things.

After this episode, the group also passed through the 800-mile Qinling Mountains and arrived at Huainan Road, which was later in Hubei.

When you get here, you can really feel the breath of the south.

In the north, it's hot, but it's not stuffy.

But here, it's hot and humid, and it's hard to bear.

And after entering Huainan Road, Gao Shilian's face was not very good-looking.

After all, he knew that even if Li Shimin would reuse himself at that time, he would have to stay in this place for a few years.

Thinking that he grew up in the north, now that he has come to the south, it is really not easy.

Li Chengqian also couldn't help but think of the Langshui song of the Du family.

"The color of the Jialing River is similar, and the stone and jasper depend on each other. The sun is breaking through the waves, and the spring is returning from the sand. ”

Ba Tong rowed the oars sideways, and the water pheasant flew back and forth. Langzhong wins things can be broken, and the south of Langzhou is rare in the world......"

This is exactly the poem that Du made when the Du family was demoted, and the Du family lived in Langzhou.

It seems to be exactly the same as Gao Shilian's embarrassment now.

Thinking in his heart, Li Chengqian couldn't help but open his mouth and read out loud.

"The sun is breaking through the waves, and the spring returns from the sand to the ......"

When Qinghe on the side heard it, he couldn't help but praise: "Your Highness is so powerful, you made another poem......

"It's just ......"

Qinghe scratched his head and asked, "What does this poem mean......"