Facing Song Zhiwen's doubts, Wu Zetian just smiled. She thrust her lips again, and a father-in-law came over. He held a few pieces of paper in his hand and began to read it.

It turned out to be a memorial written by Di Renjie.

This time the Turks went south and harassed Hebei. Wu Zetian ordered the prince to be the marshal of Hebei and Di Renjie as the deputy marshal to fight against the Turks. At that time, the prince was not good, Wu Zetian ordered Di Renjie to be the marshal, the right chief Song Yuanshuang was the chief secretary, the right chief Cui Xian was the Sima, and the left chief Taizhong Cheng Ji Xu was the military supervisor, leading the army to fight against Hebei.

Because Di Renjie was old, he had to take a sedan chair and the army drove first. Just as he left Luoyang and passed Yanshi County, he heard a flute sound coming from the small river on the roadside. At first, he thought the flute sound was vulgar, but he didn't pay attention. But as he got closer and closer, he heard that although the flute sound was vulgar, it made people feel like they wanted to shout and roar, just like the Yellow River was surging and roaring.

Di Renjie was curious and ordered the sedan chair owner to stop the sedan chair and walked over to see the sound of the flute. The person who played the flute was surprised by Di Renjie and the other two. The boy was sitting cross-legged on the ground at this time, and there was a buffalo not far from him eating half-green and half-yellow grass. It turned out to be a cowherd.

The cowherd's black hair was scattered on his shoulders and was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, indicating that the boy's family was not in good condition, but the boy sat cross-legged on the ground, playing a flute in his mouth, and putting one foot in the river. He was calm and had an indescribable scent in his expression.

If this happens, the matter will be over. Di Renjie cannot take care of all the good-looking young men in the world. Besides, the people of Hebei are like he led the army to rescue them. But the boy also had a drawing board in front of him. Due to family problems, the paper on the drawing board was very rough, and he also had a brush on his body, but because he had used it for a long time, he was bald. As for the inkstone, it was just a piece of green tiles.

Di Renjie frowned slightly. He was not very skilled in painting, at least he could not be called a master painter. However, because Yan Liben saved and recommended him, he also paid attention to paintings. The effect of this young man using this brush to paint would be severely discounted.

However, the young man's green shirt is now in autumn, and he is still barefoot. Needless to say, his family is poor, so it would be nice to be able to use pen and ink paper. How can he be picky?

The boy looked at the paper and was playing the flute while the person seemed to be in a state of consciousness. The group came over, but the boy was completely unaware of it.

The boy finally finished playing the song, sighed and said, "Hey, I have never experienced military service and can't draw that essence."

As he said that, he picked up the pen and applied it on the paper again.

The strange music, the strange boy. It was very gimmick, so the four ministers looked at the paper.

The young man began to use the side tip to break the texture on the paper. As his brushstrokes fluctuate, a painting gradually completed. Although there was no broken ink or splashing ink at this time, the plastic sculpting of the picture had been shown. A row of mountains and ridges, a few pine and cypress trees grew sparsely. On a mountain road, there was a mountain man carrying a load of firewood to move up the mountain, but the mountain man's clothes were a little ragged.

Nearby, a mighty general flashed out of the corner of the painting, as if he was heading into the picture.

Di Renjie frowned again. Chinese painting began to be successful since Gu Kai, and the elements were concerned about the spirit but not the form. Some people say, "Zhang Deqi Man, Lu Deqi's bones, care about the spirit, is ingenious and unpredictable, and Gu is the most important." Therefore, the first element of Chinese painting is "spiritual thoughts". Like the image of Pei Kai painted by Gu Kaizhi, Pei Kai has three beards on his face. In fact, Pei Kai originally did not have these three beards on his face, but after adding these three beards, the whole portrait suddenly seemed to be brilliant, which is the so-called spiritual thoughts.

For example, Sima Yan in "Pictures of Emperors of All Dynasties" painted by his benefactor Yan Liben, Sima Yan's nose is very big and very abrupt in the whole picture. This point shows Sima Yan's depth and measurement. But in fact, in real life, no one has such a big nose.

This young man's brushwork is very old, and it can be seen that he has never stopped his brushwork since he put down the flute. His proficiency in the brushwork makes people forget that he is a young man. His painting method is extremely complicated, sometimes with the center and sometimes with the side tip. There are several techniques to break and make-up. Some of them have never seen Di Renjie. His brushwork is as fast as a running dragon and as slow as an old horse.

But one thing is that he deliberately pursues similar appearances in things.

What a strange boy, the four ministers thought to themselves.

Although his painting method is very different from the traditional painting method, it does not destroy its beauty. Now the young man has begun to break the ink. The mountains appear vast and high under the rendering of ink, and the tranquility brings a cool atmosphere of autumn. Although there is only one mountain citizen in the picture and a general is close to it, this general makes him dye it tall and mighty with ink, with a grim expression. Several flags floated behind him. Although it has not been drawn, it also makes people guess that he is advancing with a large army.

Several ministers were all impressed by God.

As the boy finished breaking the trees on the distant mountains, the boy sighed again: "Oh, there is not even a paint, this picture failed again."

As he said that, he began to write the poem, and the first line was written: The smoke and dust of the Han family were in the northeast, and the Han generals left their homes and destroyed the thief.

From Chinese characters to the word "德" in one go, the most rare thing is that he used this bald pen, the grass he wrote, and used very heavy ink. The brushwork seemed to be as free and elegant as he wanted, with simple and simple style. The structure was natural, and the continuous and flying showed vigorous and powerful, and the ups and downs were gentle and melodious.

If the adults were not afraid of disrupting the young man's thoughts, they would have shouted all of them. Although the young man is a little unfamiliar with his words and paintings, he can vaguely see that this boy has a great atmosphere, and it is even more rare that he is the painting and calligraphy. Several ministers are knowledgeable people, and no adult has ever seen it.

Whose family is this? In time, it may be the second Li Mi.

Di Renjie had this idea from a story when Li Mi was a teenager. When Li Mi was a teenager, she liked to read books and hung a volume of "Han Shu" on the horns of a cow. At this time, the paper was still very thick, and a volume of "Han Shu" was divided into many books. He walked while looking at a volume in "Han Shu". Yang Su, Duke of Yue, happened to see this scene on the road, and followed him curiously, feeling very strange in his heart, this was the young man who was so diligent? So he asked him.

Li Mi knew Li Su and came down from the back of the cow to worship. Yang Su asked him what book he read, and Li Mi replied that it was "The Biography of Xiang Yu". Yang Su was surprised when he talked to him. After returning home, he said to his son Yang Xuangan, "I think Li Mi has extraordinary knowledge and demeanor, which is not something you can compare with. Later, Yang Xuangan rebelled and asked Li Mi for help, which was also influenced by his words. However, this passage of ox horn hanging books has also become a good story in history.

The young man is about the same age as Li Mi at that time, both of whom were around twelve or thirteen years old, and he had the same extraordinary demeanor. However, before he finished his poem, Di Renjie was inconvenient to talk to him. After a while, he would know that the young man was a knowledgeable person.

But at the age of a young man, he has such achievements in painting and handwriting. Although this young man is very poor now, he will not be a thing in the pool in the future.

All the four ministers were breathing. When they reached their point, their knowledge was far better than ordinary people. Di Renjie saw the extraordinaryness of this young man, and they could also see that they were all afraid of disturbing this young man.

The boy continued to write:

Men are arrogant and arrogant, but the emperor gives them great color.

The gold and drums were rolled down to Yuguan, and the flags and flags were winding among Jieshi.

The school captain's feather book flies to the vast sea, and the Shanyu hunts fire to shine on the wolf mountain.

The mountains and rivers are extremely depressed, and the Hu cavalry is mixed with wind and rain.

The soldiers' army is in the front half of their lives, and the beauty is still singing and dancing!

The desert is poor and the grass is blocked in autumn, and the lonely city is setting and the battle is rare.

If you are kind to meet the enemy, you will always underestimate the enemy, and you will never be able to escape the siege.

I worked hard for a long time in the iron clothes and my jade chopsticks should cry after parting.

The young woman was heartbroken in the south of the city, and the conquered man Jibei looked back.

The edge of the courtyard is floating so far away, and there is nothing more about the vastness of the world!

The murderous aura was formed into a formation cloud at three times, and the cold sound spread to the devil overnight.

When we see each other, we are full of blood and blood. How can we always care about honors on our death day?

Have you seen the pain of fighting on the battlefield, and still remember General Li!

When the young man finally finished writing this poem, Ah! Di Renjie almost cried out and quickly covered his mouth.
Chapter completed!