In the five years of Zhenguan, Du Ruwan died.

Duhe was still very small at that time.

The impression of his father is very vague.

Zhao Chenlai made a picture for his dead father. Although Du He was dissatisfied with Zhao Chen, he was a little embarrassed and looking forward to it.

Since the emperor will let Zhao Chen come over, it will naturally not be Hu Lai.

Otherwise, he can't explain where other ministers do!

Therefore, Zhao Chen made a good painting like his father.

"Yes!" Zhao Chen nodded and retracted the brush.

Although it is not as good as Queen Changsun, it is also outlined according to Duhe's appearance, combined with his own description.

Du He turned his leg and slowly moved to Zhao Chen.

Looking back, I saw a middle -aged man in the painting, looking at himself with a smile.

In such a moment, Du He felt that his father who had passed through his early menstruation was smiling at himself at this moment.

"Father--" Duhe's voice suddenly choked.

Standing in front of the portrait, stretching out his right hand, but dare not touch any touch.

Nympho

When Zhao Chen and Li Ke left, Du He said nothing.

Just stand in front of the portrait with tears.

"Actually, Du He is also very pitiful." Li Ke suddenly said with Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen see it.

Duhe is not pitiful, that's what he asked for.

Now that he chose to deal with himself with Li Chengqian, Zhao Chen would not sympathize with his current performance.

"When Duhe helped the prince to deal with us, he didn't think of himself."

"When he insulted his parents, did he think of his situation!" Zhao Chen smiled slightly.

In Zhao Chen's view, Du He cried when he saw Du Ruwan's portrait.

It was nothing more than because he was injured and felt his fragility and crashed out.

Looking at Du Ruwan's portrait, I just wanted to seek comfort.

Li Ke didn't speak, he understood Zhao Chen's meaning.

He just sent it up.

When Du Ruwan was there, what prestige of Du family.

Fang Mou Du Ban, the emperor had multiple heavily healed by Du Ruwan.

But now, Duhe was seriously injured in one leg, and no one had half sympathy for him.

Isn't it the most usual?

"Sir, don't say anything else, your painting skills are really amazing, the person in that painting seems to be as real people."

"I see that Duhe was staying at the time."

"Obviously it was shocked by the realistic level of the portrait."

"If you don't, you can also draw a picture of me. I can't enter Lingyan Pavilion. I can also let the descendants of future generations see me Li Ke's style, no!"

Li Ke's mouth opened again.

The words in this mouth are constantly.

Let Zhao Chen draw a portrait for him.

Isn't this joking?

There are so many students in the academy.

There are other elders, friends, if this is one person, he must not lie here every day.

"Which one is the next?" Zhao Chen didn't answer Li Ke's words, stopped and asked.

Several Guogong has passed away, and the emperor also informed Zhao Chen in advance to prepare the portraits of these Guogong.

Therefore, Zhao Chen is very busy.

"The late Gong Guogong Yinyufu-"

Nympho

The eldest son of Du Ruwan Du Gou inherited by the Duke of Lai Guo.

Today, he went to the Department of Dating as a value, and when he was approaching in the evening, he returned tiredly.

At this time, he received the news of the servant.

Said Zhao Chen, and his brother Du He was crying in the yard.

Du Gou is very angry.

It is considered that he has a mistake in Duhe, and this leg is hurt.

Their Du family did not make any dissatisfaction.

But you chase your home, isn't it a bit too much?

Du Gou is very annoyed.

He knew that Zhao Chen was favored by the emperor, and their family, after the death of his father Du Ho, was gradually micro.

Can be so bullied ...

Du Gou gritted his teeth, and the back yard walked quickly.

"Zhao Chen ran up, what did you say?" Du Gou quickly walked to Duhe, his complexion was gloomy.

He wants to know what Zhao Chen is here.

This is all bullied into his own house. If he does not have any noise, how can he lift his head in the future?

"Brother, look, father--" Du He pointed at the portrait in front of him and laughed with Du Gou.

It seems to be crying and laughing, and it looks a little uncomfortable.

Du Gou didn't see the portrait behind him at the beginning.

At this time, he heard Duhe pointed at his father, and Du Gou was stunned.

He was still thinking, whether his younger brother was stimulated by Zhao Chen today.

When he turned his head, he saw a portrait that was standing with his father who had passed away.

"Who painted it?" Du Gou trembled.

Du Gou is older than Duhe.

So when his father Du Ruwan died, Du Gou clearly remembered what he looked like.

At this moment, when you see this painting at this moment, Du Gou's whole person is unbelievable.

In the portrait, Du Ruwan smiled, and in memory with Du Gou, when his father was alive.

It is even the wrinkles on the eyebrows, hair, and even the wrinkles on the face, which is exactly the same as the memory in his memory.

At this moment, Du Gou's heart had already felt that he was dreaming.

"Pap--" Du Gou suddenly slapped himself inexplicably, and then saw his tears burst out.

With a flutter, Du Gou knelt on the ground.

I reached out to pull my father's hand, but I encountered the pigments that had never been dried.

"Brother." Duhe wanted to get up, but his legs could not be stressed.

There is no way to pull Du Gou at all.

"Who draws this, Yan Liben?" Du Gou asked Du He.

In Du Gou's impression, if it comes to painting skills, the bento belongs to Yan Liben so painting.

But Dugou felt strange again.

I have never heard of it, Yan Li instinctively put the portrait of the portrait and the real person.

Yan Liben's painting skills are superb, but Du Gou only knows his traditional skills.

And this ...

Du He didn't speak, but just looked at the portrait in front of him.

"No ... it will be Zhao Chen!" Du Gou suddenly thought that his servant said to himself that Zhao Chen was here today.
To be continued...