noveltune Chapter 25 Ye Shuyao's Unparalleled Masterpiece
Chapter 25 Ye Shuyao's Unparalleled Masterpiece
Li Shimin stopped in his tracks.
He was originally troubled by the search for Chang Le, but he was amused by the crisp "Uncle".
He turned to look at the little girl with her face covered.
"Little girl, are you selling calligraphy and paintings?"
Li Shimin asked with a smile.
When he saw those eyes, his heart inexplicably trembled.
The composure and confidence in his eyes were just like someone deep in his memory.
"I drew it myself."
Ye Shuyao puffed out her small chest, looking quite proud.
"We need the money from selling it to buy herbs for Father."
Buy fabric for Mother.
Her voice was sweet and clear, which softened Li Shimin's heart.
"Your filial piety is commendable."
Li Shimin nodded.
He thought of the missing Chang Le.
If Chang Le were still alive, she might have a child this age.
"I'll buy this painting."
Li Shimin waved his hand and said readily.
"One hundred coins."
Ye Shuyao stretched out a small, white hand.
She calculated it perfectly; the money was just enough to buy the best medicine for her mother.
"Hey, you little brat, you're really bold to ask for that."
Cheng Yaojin's lips twitched slightly behind him.
One hundred coins were enough to buy several bushels of coarse rice in the Tang Dynasty.
But under Li Shimin's watchful eye, Lao Cheng reluctantly took out the copper coins.
The heavy copper coin landed in Ye Shuyao's hand, making a pleasant sound.
"Here's the painting, little girl."
Li Shimin handed the rolled-up painting back.
He wanted to fulfill the child's filial piety, but he didn't intend to actually take the painting away.
"That won't do, Uncle doesn't accept calligraphy and paintings."
I can't accept this money.
Ye Shuyao frowned and stuffed the money back into her hands.
She had her own pride and was unwilling to accept favors from others for no reason.
"Hahaha! Good, that's got guts!"
Li Shimin laughed heartily and accepted the painting again.
The interaction between the elderly and the child on the street attracted many people to stop and watch.
"Goodbye then, kind uncle."
Ye Shuyao took the money and ran off happily.
She had to rush to the pharmacy to get her medicine and didn't have time to waste.
Looking at that light and agile figure, Li Shimin was filled with emotion.
"She's a well-behaved little girl; I wonder whose family she came from."
"Your Majesty, we really wasted those hundred coins."
Cheng Yaojin muttered dejectedly to himself.
"It's probably not even as lifelike as the turtles I, Old Cheng, paint!"
"What do you know? I'm buying that spiritual energy."
Li Shimin glared at him.
He casually tossed the scroll to Cheng Yaojin and continued walking forward.
Cheng Yaojin pursed his lips and curiously untied the rope.
He originally intended to find a few loopholes to mock.
But the moment the scroll slowly unfurled, the ruthless general stood frozen in place.
"This...this was drawn by a child of how old?"
Cheng Yaojin's voice was filled with terror.
Although his name was "Zhijie," he was not at all like someone who was "knowledgeable and reasonable."
In his eyes, literary talent was like toilet paper for wiping one's bottom.
Appreciating paintings is like casting pearls before swine.
But at this moment, he was clutching the painting he had just bought tightly in his hand.
His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.
On the painting, a large white goose is stretching its neck and singing.
The texture of the feathers was so realistic that you could almost feel the thick downy feathers if you touched them.
The gleam in the goose's eyes revealed an arrogance that looked down upon all living beings.
"Amazing... Absolutely amazing..."
Cheng Yaojin muttered to himself.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his rough fingers hovered above the painting.
I want to touch it, but I don't dare to.
The incredibly realistic visual impact left this rough-around-the-edges man feeling a shock he had never experienced before.
Hearing the noise behind him,
Li Shimin stopped and slowly turned around.
A faint sneer lingered at the corner of his mouth.
"What's wrong with you now, you roughneck?"
"You still dare to call it 'amazing'?"
Do you even know what appreciation is?
Li Shimin thought that this fool must be pretending to deceive him.
After all, he had just praised the little girl selling paintings for her talent.
Cheng Yaojin was trying to please him and act in accordance with his wishes.
"You're getting bolder and bolder, daring to deceive me... to deceive this old man?"
When Cheng Yaojin saw that Li Shimin did not believe him, he became anxious.
He tried to defend himself, his old face turning bright red.
"Really, Mr. Dong... Mr. Dong,"
This painting is truly divine!
He held the scroll tightly with both hands, afraid that the wind would wrinkle it even slightly.
"I, Lao Cheng, am a rough man, that's for sure."
Cheng Yaojin stuck out his neck.
"Those so-called masterpieces are no different from blank sheets of paper in my eyes."
"I used to think that those so-called famous paintings were too hard to even use as a toilet paper wipe."
He spat fiercely.
"But this painting, I wouldn't let go of it even if it meant my death!"
Li Shimin's lips twitched at his crude analogy.
He shook his head helplessly.
The paintings that Cheng Yaojin praised were mostly those with bright colors.
He won the favor of this rough-looking man.
"Alright, alright, bring it here so I can take a look."
Li Shimin extended his hand, his tone perfunctory.
He was mentally prepared to see a terrible graffiti.
Cheng Yaojin carefully handed over the painting, his movements gentle.
"Master, you see, just one glance is enough."
You knew I wasn't lying.
His gaze followed the painting intently, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Li Shimin casually took a closer look.
The image clearly shows a large white goose.
But the moment his gaze fell upon the white goose's eyes, Li Shimin was filled with astonishment.
The insults he was about to say were stuck in his throat.
"This...this is..."
His breathing became rapid, and his hands even trembled slightly.
"Lifelike...no, it's practically leaping off the page!"
Li Shimin muttered to himself, his eyes filled with infatuation.
He carefully observed the white goose's eyes; they held a lively, intelligent gleam.
Especially the red anthuriums paddling in the water, creating delicate ripples.
He suddenly unfurled the scroll completely.
In the blank space on the right side of the scroll, he discovered a line of fresh and elegant small characters.
"Goose, goose, goose, with its neck bent, it sings to the sky."
White feathers float on green water, red webbed feet stir clear waves.
A mere few dozen words, yet they are like a stroke of genius.
Poetry contains painting, and painting contains poetry.
The beauty of its artistic conception is simply breathtaking.
"What a wonderful poem! Absolutely wonderful!"
Li Shimin shouted loudly, startling passersby who all turned to look.
He waved his sleeves vigorously, looking spirited and triumphant.
"What a masterpiece! This is simply an unparalleled work of art!"
Li Shimin looked at the painting again, his eyes now filled with fervor.
He turned his head and stared intently at Cheng Yaojin.
"Old Cheng, you're right."
This painting is absolutely divine!
In his excitement, Li Shimin suddenly remembered something extremely important.
"Old Cheng, that little girl selling paintings earlier..."
"Are you really saying she painted this?"
Cheng Yaojin nodded heavily.
"That's right, boss."
The little girl did say it herself.
"If she truly did it, then she is a child prodigy of our time!"
Li Shimin could not imagine that a child under ten years old...
How can one possess such writing skills and talent?
Where did she go? Quickly!
"Take me...take this old man to her!"