Ye Jinyu took Sun Xin off the boat to take a look, yo ho, there are a lot of heads; There is far more than one governor who came to Shenxiao King to ask for paintings, and all the characters on the ground in Hanzhong have come.

Seeing the god's divine painting skills, everyone wants to leave a good impression in front of King Shenxiao, so that King Shenxiao can give him such a picture.

As soon as an ugly-looking old man saw Ye Jinyu, he said: "Today, I was shocked to hear that His Royal Highness King Shenxiao's painting skills are amazing, and Chen Ouyang asked for a handwritten handwriting for His Highness, in exchange for a pair of His Highness's magic brush paintings." ”

As soon as the old man spoke, even the governor of Liangzhou, the highest administrator of Hanzhong, did not dare to stop him, and politely waited for him to finish. Although this old man is ugly, he seems to have a lot of status. Ouyang inquiry? Ye Jinyu has heard this name, and it seems that he is an amazing calligrapher. Could it be that this unattractive little old man in front of him is a great calligrapher?

In line with the idea of killing mistakes and not letting go. Ye Jinyu nodded and said, "Yes!" ”

Isn't it just a piece of photo paper, which kills dozens of dollars? What if this old man was really a calligrapher?

When the people next to him heard this, they were envious, envying the old man Ouyang for getting the exquisite paintings of the gods, and also envying the gods for getting the calligraphy of the old man Ouyang.

Needless to say, the paintings of the gods and men, the people who can come are all those who have seen the portraits of the gods, the demeanor, the details, are simply amazing; In particular, there is a layer of bizarre paint on top of the painting, so that the portrait is inviolable.

Although the old man Ouyang is not as amazing as the King of Shenxiao, he is also an amazing character.

The old man's family lineage, his father and grandfather are both high-ranking officials and military generals, and he himself has been an official in several countries; In the first year of the Great Sui Dynasty, he was Dr. Taichang; In the second year of Wude, Yu Culture and self-proclaimed Son of Heaven, and the old man, as a courtier of Sui, was also held captive by him to continue to be an official of Yu Culture; A year later, Dou Jiande broke through Liaocheng, and he was retained by Dou Jiande's Xia State and awarded the post of Taichangqing; In the fifth year of Wude, Li Shimin, the king of Qin, broke Dou Jiande in the tiger prison, pacified Hebei, Ouyang Xun escaped death again, and later because he had a good relationship with Gaozu Li Yuan in the Sui Dynasty, so he was awarded the post of servant, and he was 65 years old that year. It was also that year that he presided over the compilation of "Art and Literature Gathering" at the behest of Li Yuan's edict. The book has not yet been completed.

In short, it is a person who is famous as an emperor and is very respected. His calligraphy was already famous all over the world as early as the time of the former Sui Dynasty, and in the early years, the Goguryeo people sent envoys to Chang'an to ask for his calligraphy. Emperor Li Yuan sighed after hearing this: "I didn't expect Ouyang Xun's reputation to be so big that even Yi Di knew about it. ”

The most important thing is that his calligraphy works have been passed down to future generations and are rarely controversial. After Ye Jinyu got his work, if he could send it into some kind of catalytic furnace like Ma Zhibing and make Ouyang Xun's calligraphy works old, it would be worth the old nose money, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a national treasure.

Old man Ouyang saw that Ye Shenren agreed, and with a wave of his hand, someone immediately brought the table, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were placed on the table, and it seemed that he had been prepared.

"I wonder what words Your Highness wants to write?" The old man asked.

Well? What to write, is it possible to come again to be as blessed as the East China Sea, and longevity is better than Nanshan? Ye Jinyu looked around and saw the Han River in the distance. His eyes lit up and he said, "Write a poem!" ”

The old man lifted his pen and put on a posture, waiting for Ye Shenren to follow.

Ye Jinyu saw that he was serious, and he gave birth to a momentum out of thin air; Even his not-so-good countenance became a little more majestic because of this momentum; I couldn't help but take out the soft light double camera in my pocket.

"Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, lonely boats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

Ye Jinyu took pictures while reading slowly, and the old man listened while waving ink; After reading the two crosses, Ye Jinyu took twenty photos; The old man was done.

After writing it, I read it carefully before I said: "Good poem!" What a poem! While using the seal, he said: "Your Highness is a good poet, and the poem sings for the Han River!" Famous Han River snow fishing! ”

Of course it's a good poem, Liu Zongyuan wrote it! The only regret is that Hanzhong has a good climate, and although it is located in the north, it does not see snow all year round, so the poem is not particularly appropriate.

"Your Highness is really a in the world!"

"Snow fishing on the Han River! The Han River flows through the ages. ”

"This poem has achieved the name of the Han River!"

Regardless of whether it should be or not, the poems written by gods and men, and the poems are not bad, who dares to say that they are not good? For a time, there was a wave of sycophants.

It's the words of Old Man Ouyang, all of them are horizontal and vertical, Ye Jinyu can only say that he knows everyone, but he can't tell whether they are good or bad. After motioning to Sun Xin behind his ass to help him put it away, he asked Ouyang:

"I'll take the words, draw, and let Sun Changshi send them to you later."

Old man Ouyang stroked his beard and said, "There is no way to do it!" He was very satisfied, satisfied with his words, satisfied with the poems of the King of the Divine Heavens, and even more satisfied with the paintings.

People who are confident in their calligraphy level, seeing that Ouyang Xun can exchange calligraphy for the poems of King Shenxiao, and can also get paintings drawn by the magic pen; couldn't help but say: "Your Highness, although the minister's calligraphy is not as good as Ouyang's servant, he can still enter the hall; I am willing to exchange three or five clumsy paintings for one foot of His Highness's divine painting. ”

As soon as the words fell, more people with bright heads shouted: "Your Highness, the minister's calligraphy is three points better than this one!" I would like to write for Your Highness. A few more doesn't hurt! ”

Some people don't know how to read very well, so they simply tempt them with sex: "Your Highness, there are several beautiful women in the courtier's mansion, and I am willing to dedicate them to Your Highness; Just ask for a picture. ”

A sheep is a drive, a group of sheep is also a boom, if you use words for photos, there are not many of these three or five. It's just that I don't remember many Tang poems, if I let myself read them, so many people want to read one by themselves, and there will be dozens of them, and there is not enough stock in the stomach.

With a turn of my head, I came up with an idea,

"Writing poetry is a graceful thing, and this king thinks that it is better to be happy alone than to be happy with all, so it is better to take this opportunity for each of you to compose a poem, or write a poem. For better or worse, the king gave him a photo. This is the first time that Ye Jinyu has called himself this king, and after staying in Datang for a long time, he has become more and more accustomed to his role as a prince.

"Good! Great idea, Your Highness. "Ye Shenren's idea, who dares to say that it is not a good idea?

Ye Jinyu was very satisfied with the effect of the scene, and said: "Then this king will throw bricks and lead the jade, and give another poem." ”

Look at the few small trees at the base of the city wall, whatever it is, and pretend to be a plum tree first.

"There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. ”

As soon as the words fell, the sycophants came.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

The governor of Liangzhou even said: "These plum blossoms, which have been sung by His Royal Highness Chrysostom, should be protected and passed on as cultural relics of my Liangzhou!" ”

An attendant whispered in his ear: "Dudu, those trees are just miscellaneous trees, they are in the way of the city wall, and they will be cut down after the beginning of spring." ”

Du Du's eyes widened, and he reprimanded softly: "King Shenxiao said that it was a plum blossom, and that was a plum blossom; Tomorrow and I will turn it into a plum blossom! If it hinders the city wall, move the city wall a few feet outward, and the big city wall can't let a few trees? After reprimanding, he stepped forward with a smile and a smile to show off his poems.