The emperor sat on the sandalwood couch on the second floor of the main hall of the diligent government building, and a group of painters kneeled below, among which the most famous painting saint Wu Daozi sat cross-legged at the front, and gave a cross hand salute with both hands, first facing Li Longji, and then looked at Li Siye, who was sitting next to Li Longji, and said: "Your Majesty, since you want to paint a portrait of Dr. Li, you must paint his most memorable appearance, and also paint his most heroic and fierce appearance. It's not as good as this, I heard that Dr. Li has a good horse, called the Jade Lion of the Night, why don't you let people lead it to the palace, let Dr. Li wear armor, wrap a cloak behind him, ride on a white horse and let the minister draw one for him. ”

After hearing this, Li Longji half-lay on the bed and nodded affirmatively: "That's right, I also want to see the appearance of Hei Yelang who immediately descended on the battlefield and commanded Ruoding." ”

He immediately instructed Yuan Siyi behind him: "Send someone to the stable at the gate of the palace and bring Aiqing's horse to me." ”

Li Siye feels very interesting, Li Longji himself is a person with a strong artistic atmosphere, not to mention abandoning his status as an emperor, he is already a successful composer and choreographer, and he himself is very supportive of the artist's creation. If Li Siye is replaced, he will tend to paint portraits, but the role is the same as a one-inch bareheaded ID photo, so why bother to do too much useless work.

However, since His Majesty the Emperor was happy to do this, he only cooperated like a puppet.

His mount, the jade lion of the night, was led to the first floor of the Qinzheng Building, and everyone moved downstairs, and many painters sat in a circle around the hall with a long table, and the horse was led in the center. The two little eunuchs bowed to Li Siye, who walked downstairs, and said, "Please get on the horse." ”

Li Siye dragged the stirrup and turned over and rode up, and the little eunuch handed the hood again, he took the red and bronze phoenix wings pocket, reached out to make the cowhide lining inside, and then put it on.

The painters approached Li Siye with their pens in their hands, looking up and looking up. Wu Daozi walked over, paced around him with his eyes level, and then said lightly: "Doctor Li can get off the horse and rest, and come to review the finished painting later."

Talented people are very conceited, can they remember all the details just by looking at it. Li Siye pointed to the other painters and said: "Master Wu, your skills are beyond the gods, it doesn't mean that everyone is as superb as you, so I think it's better to give everyone a chance so that everyone can see and paint clearly." ”

Unexpectedly, after Li Siye said this, it was like a bad speech that trampled on the public, which caused the unhappiness of many painters, and two stubborn old men straightened their necks and said: "Doctor Li don't have to worry too much, if we can't see it at a glance, we are not qualified to stay in this palace and paint the emperor and the ladies." ”

Li Longji just smiled at the corners of his mouth, revealing a proud look, like a rich man who collects antiques to show others his collection. These court painters are his collection, along with paintings like Wu Daozi.

Wu Daozi smiled and explained to Li Siye: "Some of the painters present are my students, and some are my friends for many years. ”

Li Siye listened, so he had to turn over and dismount, and the eunuchs in the palace surrounded him, untied different parts of his armor in turn, and put them on a copper plate.

Li Longji got up from the Hu bed, beckoned to Li Siye, and said, "Siye, come with me." ”

The old man of the emperor turned around and climbed the stairs, his steps looked a little staggering, Li Siye followed behind him, wanting to go up to help him, but he shook his sleeves to get rid of it: "No, I feed the elixir every day, and I am light and strong, and I don't need any care." ”

"Your Majesty is in good health." These are the heartfelt words in his heart, he can still live healthily after taking so many poisonous pills. God doesn't know whether to favor him or be cruel to Datang.

It's a pity that there is no coincidence in history, even if Li Heng takes over now, if he doesn't have the power to break the situation, even if he can stop the Anshi Rebellion, he can't prevent the formation of the feudal town.

The two followed each other to the apse of the Qinzheng Building, where a pair of inscriptions were hung, and they were lined up along the door wall and windows. Li Longji pointed to these inscriptions and said: "Wu Daozi's paintings are wonderful in the world, but they still need to be accompanied by a poem with an inscription to be considered perfect." On these two days, I ordered the Hanlin Academy, Hongwenguan and Jixian Yuan to write poems for your meritorious deeds, and these are all excellent poems selected from below. You choose one of your own poems to be used as the inscription poem on Wu Daozi's paintings. ”

"Me?" Li Siye pointed at himself in surprise, and hurriedly crossed his hands and said: "Your Majesty, the minister is just a rough martial artist, where do you know what poems, and which one Your Majesty says is good, just choose it for Master Wu." ”

"These poems are all inscribed to you, naturally it is up to you to choose, since you can enter my Qinzheng Building, the level of these people's poems is among the best, you can choose one at will, as long as it can satisfy you."

Li Siye looked along the center of the apse, the owners of these poems were as foreign as their words, and he might have felt the feelings of the golden iron horse in them, but these would soon become piles of old papers, or meaningless word games.

Hey, he saw Li Mi's name on the inscription of the poem, which is a little strange, hasn't Li Mi been famous for a long time? How did you return to the imperial court and still be in the Hanlin Academy? He read Li Mi's poems from beginning to end, the content was very long, and he praised his exploits in a series of ways, and the descriptions of various combat situations were very graphic, but the content was too long, and it was easy to dominate the audience when inscribed on the picture scroll.

Soon he stopped in front of the name of another man, a poem selected from Jixian Academy, which looked inconspicuous in the middle of a long pile of volumes. The other party's name made his eyes shine, this is Du Fu's work. He just wrote a short five-character poem, in which there are two lines: "The white horse breaks the enemy captives, and thousands of miles go to the yellow sand." ”

With a preconceived opinion, he pointed to the poem and asked the emperor: "Your Majesty, what do you think of this poem?" ”

Li Longji read it carefully and silently, nodded and said, "Okay, just use it to make the inscription poem of Wu Daozi's painting, come on, take it down and take it downstairs." ”

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A portrait of Li Siye riding a horse has been hung in the hall on the first floor, he followed the emperor and looked up, each painting has its own charm, he is quite impressed. Looking at myself from this angle, I seem to have added a lot of mystery to the ink painting, and the beard on my face is a little elongated, detached from the worldly atmosphere.

This time, the emperor did not let himself choose a painting that he was satisfied with, but pointed to a painting that looked the most elegant and handsome, and said: "Just this one, this must be Wu Daozi's painting." ”

The painters crossed their hands and praised: "Your Majesty's eyes are like torches, this is indeed the handiwork of Master Wu." ”

Li Siye took a closer look, and among the many ethereal and realistic paintings, only this one resembled more than the form, and the facial details were optimized, as if the camera had turned on a beauty filter, which was indeed more flavorful than other people's paintings.

Li Longji spread the dried painting on the desk, Yuan Siyi was grinding the ink beside him, and he personally lifted the ink tube that was dipped in the full, and put Du Fu's poem in the corner of the right side of the painting.

This painting has not yet been completed, and its value has been fully reflected, Wu Daozi's brush, Du Fu's literary thoughts, and Li Longji's brush and ink. In fact, it is more perfect to let Zhang Xu write the poem, and it will become a work of the Three Saints in the true sense.