Overnight, the citizens of Chang'an and the current princes went crazy, and the servants of the princes in the Beijing division rushed to the estuary wharf in groups, and sailed into the Yellow River in a group of civilian boats, which were loaded with iron drills, hammers, shovels and other tools provided by the Pingyang Marquis Mansion, and countless civilian ships suddenly poured into the Wei River and immediately blocked the waterway, so that the Chuansikong who was in charge of the Beijing division submitted a protest to the Inner History Office. %

The liehous can ignore the troubles of internal history, and greet their own marquis and taishou, the liehous who are currently serving as taishou or duwei hire people in the county governance of each county, and the liehous of Chang'an also go out to fight in order to exchange sand, gravel and white ash for the sale of iron business.

Everyone is working hard, Cao Shi of course can't be idle, taking advantage of the prince to give him power in the Tai** to unfold a large scroll, for the mind of Chang'an City painted dazzling brilliance, his ambition is to build a world-class imperial capital, a forever standing in the world will not be destroyed by the flames of war of the imperial capital.

When he put forward this grand plan, not only did the crown prince Liu Che feel excited, but also Liu Qi, the son of heaven of the Han Empire, also showed his fascination.

Such a huge plan can't be reviewed by him alone, Prime Minister Wei Juan and Imperial Doctor Zhifu have to take time to go to Tai** almost every afternoon to take a look, watching Cao Shi use the pen and ink in his hand to outline a neat and beautiful map bit by bit, even if they don't know how to paint or understand civil engineering, they are still surprised by his handwriting.

"Pingyang Hou is a great talent! You see that the brushwork of this pen movement is very wonderful, and I have been here for 16 years before I have found something new, and such a wonderful skill of moving the pen will never be possible without 20 years of training. "Beiping Hou Zhang Pre's white beard is very excited, he is a rank of two thousand stone will be a master craftsman, last year his nearly eighty old father Chang Feng died, in turn he has been over half a hundred years old to inherit the throne, his grandfather is the famous Zhang Cang.

The Beiping Hou family has a long life, perhaps because of the good genetic inheritance, although Zhang Pre is not young but his complexion is ruddy and does not see the old state, and he exclamates from time to time when he paints around Cao, even if Wei Juan and Zhi Budo, who are the third princes, do not appear, and their eyes are always obsessively staring at the pictures without noticing.

"Pingyang Hou, who did you learn from this painting skill?"

"I figured it out myself, and let you see the joke."

Wei Juan shook his head again and again when he heard this, he has seen a lot of talents at his age, some are good at rhetoric, some are good at stroking the piano and singing, as for the martial artists who ride a horse and bend a bow and shoot arrows, there are countless martial artists, so good at painting is unheard of.

In the pre-Qin era of ancient times, only a few people who were good at painting dragons Ye Gong were more famous, and the bamboo and wood slips available for ordinary writing could not be painted, and very valuable silk cloth was used as a canvas.

Straight and unsure of painting, but it does not affect his appreciation of the beautiful layering of the pictures, a few good oil paint of the city imagination framed like a wooden frame, attracting many princes to come over to watch: "May I ask Pingyang Hou, does the horizontal and vertical urban structure represent the Luli system?" ”

"It's a little different, this new city is larger in scale and more advanced in facilities, it should be an evolved version of the Luli system, I named it the Lifang system." Cao Shi mentioned that the wolf brush stroked the beautiful Chang'an City in his impression, this city pinned his hopes on the Han Dynasty, maybe the new Chang'an City will fly with his dreams.

Wei Juan looked a little tired for a while, turned around and walked to the window to breathe, and accidentally caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous easel in the corner covered by a light-colored cloth, and walked over in curiosity to gently uncover his eyes and take a look, so he staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground in fright.

"Ahh It's the Son of Heaven! ”

The good prime minister suddenly stumbled, and the attendants who were serving outside walked in in a panic and were about to help, when they looked up and saw the majestic eyes of the Son of Heaven kneeling down with frightened legs, and leaned down in horror: "Slave and maid to see Your Majesty!" ”

The attendants who came from behind were all panicked, kneeling down like dumplings and kowtowing to the Son of Heaven, shouting to see His Majesty, but the three princes and Jiuqing were frightened, and hurriedly looked in the direction of the Son of Heaven.

After worshipping for a long time and not seeing the Son of Heaven speak, several Shangqing cautiously raised their heads, and saw the Son of Heaven sitting still with a majestic look on his lips and a smile on his lips, and the prince next to him was wearing a golden crown with sharp eyes and a slightly confident smile on his face.

"If Your Majesty doesn't speak, is it testing our will?"

"That's not right! I just met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the middle hall, why is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince with the Son of Heaven in the blink of an eye? ”

The three princes and Jiuqing were bluffed, and the attendants kneeling on the ground were even more frightened, and because of their disgraceful behavior in front of the king, the Son of Heaven was unhappy, thinking that they would be punished for disrespecting the Son of Heaven in a while, and several young eunuchs almost fainted.

"Oh, how did the cloth on this painting be revealed, I'm really sorry to startle you, please include it if you are offended." Cao Shi hurriedly walked over to re-cover the cloth, turned around and saw more than a dozen elders staring at him stunned, and arched his hand again: "A few days ago, I sent His Majesty Xià to leave Chang'an, and before leaving, I made a painting for the Son of Heaven and the Prince, and it was not until this morning that I took the time to finish the color. ”

Wei Juan got up angrily and tidied up his crown robe, and when he confirmed that his image was not on a business trip, he immediately jumped like thunder: "Okay, you Pingyang Hou, I thought you were just good at painting, but I didn't expect that the pictures you drew could be fake and real, and the scared old man almost sat on the ground and almost couldn't get up!" ”

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make a fool of you." Cao Shi kept bowing, looking helpless and embarrassed.

He has never had the opportunity to show his painting collection, occasionally painting waterwheels as entertainment to relax, this is the first time to really have the opportunity to show painting skills to outsiders, these days in addition to painting architectural drawings and three views, most of the energy is poured into this portrait of the father and son of the heavenly family, he thought that after more than half a year has not touched the canvas, the skill is afraid to regress a lot, but did not expect to take only ten days to recover to the state close to the peak, these days of careful pondering of figure painting there is a lot of gain.

"The old man was almost scared out of illness by you, I was thinking about how the Son of Heaven was recuperating in Ganquan Mountain, why did he suddenly come to Tai**, it turned out that you kid was making trouble!"

"How many things are you hiding this kid, every time you pick and search and take out something, we can be scared, and the painting is actually nine out of nine similar to the Son of Heaven in person, almost scared people to death."

Gao Wanhou Bingwu, Jie's Hou Dong Strike Army laughed and scolded, and suddenly the Son of Heaven and the Prince appeared from the studio, and the timid ones could be scared to death by life.

After relieving themselves, the three princes and nine ministers couldn't help but lift the canvas again, this time with an appreciative eye to quell the appearance of the rebellion painting, which unsurprisingly attracted full applause.

If the imaginary picture of Chang'an City has an immersive feeling, then the picture of the father and son of the Heavenly Family gives people the feeling that the emperor is coming in person, because it is too similar to make the three princes and Jiuqing bow down on the spot, and they can't blame their shallow vision and lack of recognition, it is really Cao Shi who is too capable of making mistakes.

Wei Juan couldn't help but sigh: "The Three Emperors and Five Emperors have been more than 2,000 years now, I have never seen a person who is better at painting than the Taizhong doctor, I can't imagine that someone in this world can paint so lifelike before I saw this painting, your painting is simply incredible, when will you also paint a portrait of the old man?" ”

"Pingyang Hou, I want to paint one too!"

"And I'm going to paint one too."

"Hehe, thanks for the compliment." Cao Shi just didn't care about smirking, and joked that he was not a painter who made a living from painting, and it was not so easy to let him paint for others.

Beiping Hou Zhang pre-stared at Cao Shi's eyes lit up: "Doctor Taizhong, I want to learn the art of painting from you as a teacher." ”

"I'm sorry, but I don't have time and I haven't thought about teaching my skills."

Dong Bajun smiled and persuaded: "Didn't you just say that this painting skill can't be achieved without twenty years of training?" Now I want to dig out the skills of the Pingyang Hou Mansion again, I think too much! ”

"That's right, I'm a little late at my age." Zhang Yu's heart suddenly felt a lot better, thinking about it carefully, it was a bit reckless to rashly propose to learn painting skills, and it was almost impossible to spread such a miraculous painting skill as Cao Shi, and he only gave up the pursuit of painting art with reluctance and regret.

Cao Shi shuddered and secretly shouted that it was dangerous, he was numb by this old man just now, and his eyes were almost going to eat him alive, he had heard that the people of the Zhang family had no ambition, but the hobbies of each Zhang family were very strange, Zhang Pre, who was over half a hundred years old, liked to fiddle with tools very much, and he had never heard of his hobby of painting.

Lang Zhong Linghe suddenly said: "Doctor Taizhong, I advise you to be careful, if outsiders know that you have painting skills, your life will be sad in the future, this painting is worth at least a thousand gold on the market!" ”

"Do you want to buy it? I'm willing to break the bank and buy twenty of them, and I think this painting is worth at least 2,000 gold! ”

"Two thousand gold, will you sell it to me? Within 5,000 gold, I borrowed from a loan shark to buy two! ”

Several ministers stared at the portrait and drooled, like the expressions of a wild wolf who had not eaten in days when he suddenly saw his prey.

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