"Order: Wei Chi Jingde is the head of the Jingzhou Road march, leading the army of 5,000 to aid Jingyang, and the rest of the people stay in Chang'an to think about countermeasures, so let's disperse. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Li Shimin is colorful.

"Your Majesty, I... I want to go too..."Cheng Yanjin suddenly stepped out and said.

"No, you have other important matters, don't mess around." Li Shimin said mysteriously.

The next day, Wei Chi Gong ordered his troops and horses to go straight to Jingyang.

In the Yang family's shop, Li Che squatted in front of the door and pulled a bowl of rice with his father Li Qi in his mouth. Li Che pulled a few times, finished the bowl of rice, looked at Li Qi and said, "Dad, let's talk about it again." ”

Li Qi finished eating the bowl of rice and muttered, "What are you talking about?" Or go to the county seat to hide? No, last time you said to hide, what was the result? After eating and drinking in the drunken fairy building for more than half a month, Lao Tzu can't afford to lose that person, you look at the eyes of others! Hum! ”

"They were jealous, hehe, last time it was a mistake, this time it's absolutely true, there were a lot of refugees in the city yesterday, all of them fled, guess where? Martial arts, do you know? Li Che looked at Li Qi's face full of anger, and he wanted to take off his shoes and hurriedly said, "Anyway, it's not far from us." It had fallen, and they had fled for days, and perhaps the Turks had already been killed, and it would be too late to leave. ”

"If you want to go, you go, I won't go, you don't do anything all day, run to the county seat, follow me to the ground tomorrow, dare to run and smoke you won't die." As he spoke, he put away the bowl and went into the house.

Li Che pouted, it's not that he hasn't done anything during this time, we're not an endorsement, there is an extra poem and painting on the wall of the front door of the Drunken Immortal Building, the poem is Li Che's "Will Enter the Wine", which means that Li Che is famous again, if the signature is not "Li Niulang" Li Che will be very happy. I heard that it was a painting by Yan Liben, a "um" should be a figure painting, a person standing on a stone, holding a wine glass and not knowing what he wanted to do. Ruined, a good poem, ruined on a painting, Li Che was full of emotion.

Li Che originally shouted to choose a new one, but was unanimously "despised" by Cheng Liu and the literati students. For contempt, uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it, don't let this group of ancient people know the charm of sketching, and think that our culture is low.

Although I am not very proficient in sketching, I can still drop it if I fool people. Call Cheng Liu over and shout: Hurry up and take off your clothes. Cheng Liu was obviously stunned, and then the chrysanthemum suddenly tightened, and then took a few steps back. Crying and mournful, he said: "Third son, villain... The villain is a good family, no... No! ”

"What's the matter, hurry up and get off, I've delayed the master's business, hehe, my second brother heard that he was smoked again."

The diners in the restaurant gathered around, some pointed and pointed, and some had bright eyes, looking like they were watching a good show.

Cheng Liu's scalp was numb when he was watched, and he said in a low voice: "Third son, let's go... Let's go to the room. After speaking, he lowered his head and showed a shy expression.

"What room to go to, I like to be outside, there are many people to know the charm, hurry up and take it off, Xiao Er will go and get rice paper and charcoal, and carry this table for me like this."

Cheng Liu stared at the big bull's eye, his mouth could be stuffed with a big goose egg, and muttered, "Male... Childe..."

"Take it off, take it off." The surrounding diners shouted and shouted.

"Soldiers can be killed, not humiliated, third son, you... You've deceived people too much, I... I..."Cheng Liu was angry, his face flushed.

"What am I, hurry up and take off my shirt, I want to paint, don't delay." Li Che took the charcoal, instructed Xiao Er to lay out the rice paper, and asked Xiao Er to lift the table and touch the charcoal. Seeing Cheng Liu, he was stunned and urged: "What are you doing stupidly?" Just take off your shirt, don't take it off, hurry up. ”

Cheng Liu came back to his senses, breathed a sigh of relief, took off his shirt, and the diners around him found that there was no excitement to see, so they walked most of the way, shaking their heads and showing a look of pity.

Li Che commanded Cheng Liu to make a bodybuilder pose, brushed on the rice paper, and drew it with all his attention. Half an hour later, Cheng Liu's legs were already trembling, his upper body was like a sifting chaff, and when he couldn't hold on, Li Che let out a low shout: "It's done." ”

Cheng Liuyi made his butt on the ground, gasping for breath, getting up and preparing to slip away, muttering to himself: This sin is really not human.

The onlookers shouted, then surprised, and then incoherent, and I don't know who shouted: Soul Messenger. The crowd ran for the distance. Li Che looked stupid, what kind of situation is this? Cheng Liu was baffled, thinking that it was too ugly to be painted. Hurry up to the painting and look at it, at first glance, familiar. At second glance, it wasn't bad. When I looked at it again, I was astonished, and I cried and cried, crying and chattering: My soul.

Your sister, Li Che finally understands what the problem is. The painting is too similar, the ancients suddenly couldn't accept it, Li Che sighed, he originally wanted to make some money with this craft, but it seems that this is going to go bankrupt before it opens.

Looking at Cheng Liu, who was crying there, Li Che kicked him and said, "Hey, Cheng Liu, why are you crying?" It's just a painting, all the fuss, your soul is gone, and you're still alive and kicking here, crying loudly. ”

Cheng Liuyi thought that it really made sense, wiped away his tears and said, "Childe didn't lie to me? ”

"What a lie to you!"

Cheng Liu muttered and hugged the painting, as if he was afraid of running away, and Li Che, who was looking at it, shook his head.

One way to make money is gone, but God will open another one for you, this is not Li Che's painting This matter is spread ten, ten is spread hundreds, the whole county does not know, there are people who throw copper plates along the way, Li Che wants to say: Take the money and stone me to death. It seems that the copper plate can really kill people, so don't make this evil, and run home in a gray way, thinking about whether to go out and wear a mask. He's a celebrity, a gray celebrity.

Li Che sat on the doorrail in a daze, Li Qi cleaned the bowl, picked up the hoe and shouted at Li Che to go to the ground, interrupting Li Che's memories of the past. Li Che sighed secretly: How can I fool my father to go to the county seat, this time it is really dangerous.

Li Che lowered his head and followed Li Qi to the courtyard gate, just arrived at the door, a person stopped the two, this person Li Che knew the guy from the Drunken Immortal Building, and when the guy saw Li Che, he said: "Third son, my lord arrived in Jingyang today, please come to the banquet." ”

"Can you not go?" Li Che said with a bitter face.

"But the old man said that if he couldn't invite him, he would invite him himself," the man laughed.

Li Che shuddered and looked at Li Qi, Li Qi feigned anger and said: "Look at what I'm doing, don't go quickly, don't be rude." After saying that, he picked up the hoe and left.

Li Che reluctantly boarded the carriage and scolded secretly: This old thing, it seems that today is more auspicious, ah, ah!

In front of the Drunken Immortal Building, Li Shimin, Du Ruhui, and Cheng Yanjin dressed up as scribes and looked at the poems on the wall of the door. Li Shimin chanted silently, Du Ruhui also watched it, Cheng Biting Jin's eyes straightened, scratching his ears and cheeks. Cheng Liu was waiting on the side, looking at Cheng Jin's appearance of scratching his ears and cheeks, he wanted to laugh, and his face was red.

Cheng Biting Jin is also drunk, what is not good to pretend, you have to pretend to be a scribe, with a fierce beard, a wide chest and a wide robe, very, very maverick.

"This poem seems to exude a depressed atmosphere, Keming said that this son is only ten years old, how can there be such emotion, strange." Li Shimin said with a frown.

"This son has a great literary talent, and it is okay to have this feeling, but it seems to be a little arrogant, and it still needs to be honed." Du Ruhui nodded.

"Your Majesty... That Li Gongzi, let's put on a banquet and then discuss the merits of this poem, when that kid comes, I will polish him, hehe. Cheng Yanjin really couldn't stand the work of this literati, but he didn't dare to urge, so he had to talk about Li Che. It's just that I don't know what Li Che will think if he knows it, but it's a pity that he doesn't know, so let's ask for more blessings!