Everyone has different appearances and their own characteristics are naturally different. Only by developing diversifiedly, showing their strengths and learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses can the path of harmony be the way to achieve harmony.

According to Liu Chengye, the emperor likes to sing and draw, so he directly changed the palace to KTV. The civil and military officials gathered together to sing red songs every day to make peace in the world? Can soldiers go to the battlefield and kill the enemy without holding a pipa alone? How much noise does it have to be made? Or how much noise is there?

Liu Liwa disdained Liu Chengye's proposal, but the other scholars present agreed with each other. In their thoughts, serving the country and reimbursing the court is serving the emperor. The emperor and the country are the same concept, so Liu Chengye's words deeply touched them.

"The young man is not talented. He just completed a painting in a hasty way. It is to imitate the brushwork of the current emperor. Please give me a comment!" As he said that, he suddenly unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and painted a picture of a lady on the fan. The woman was young and beautiful, wearing a dignified and noble palace outfit, surrounded by flowers, and butterflies were flying around him. Although the fan was not big, it fully displayed the beauty, with delicate painting and extraordinary techniques.

However, it is very common to paint such characters with scenery, especially in this era when calligraphy and painting are advocated. Many people have this skill. Even the sour scholar who makes a living by selling paintings on the streets is at least an associate professor at the Academy of Fine Arts if he travels to later generations.

Therefore, this fan painting did not attract much attention. Everyone was paying attention to the seal in the corner of the painting. Liu Liwa only felt that the atmosphere at the scene had changed, depressed and dull. Finally, the county magistrate who was closest to suddenly exclaimed suddenly, then knelt on the ground with a thud, knelt on the ground three-kneeling nine-kneeling ceremony at the fan, shouting in the middle of the mouth: "Long live my emperor, long live!"

Everyone was shocked. Anyone who had common sense and knew the words finally saw the clue. The precious seal signed by the painting was written with the "Tianwu Treasure Seal", and Tianwu was the new emperor's year name!

This is a written written by the new emperor, and he appeared among the people, just like I came here. Especially for the deterrent force of the towns and counties near the capital. The county magistrate took the lead, and the others immediately knelt all over the ground, especially those scholars who praised the Confucian scholars, who kowtowed in great devout devotion. Wu Yuzhou Du Shaofu was no exception. In their hearts, the emperor was supreme. All the goals they learned and made were to serve the emperor!

In the blink of an eye, whether it was a full-minded scholar or a delicate lady, a child who had just entered the school, kneeled all over the ground. Liu Chengye raised the paper fan high above his head, his face solemn and dignified, but he did not hide the pride in his eyes. Even though he was a fox and a tiger, he also enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped. Rights are such a crazy thing.

In order not to kneel down, Liu Liwa quickly occupied Miss Zhao's back. This woman who is probably the future concubine or even the queen. I'm afraid that even if the emperor really comes, she doesn't have to kneel down. So she stood proudly at this time. Under the protection of her powerful aura, Zhao Zhong, Zhao Cheng and Liu Liwa ignored the emperor's graffiti. Liu Chengye was slightly stunned, but he didn't dare to say anything. After all, Linyu County is close to the capital, and this place is also hidden and hiding. He has no official position and has a boundary to pretend to be a tiger. What's more, Miss Zhao's fairy-like demeanor is extraordinary, and he is obviously not the delicate and sick daughter of ordinary people.

Moreover, Liu Chengye had other ideas. So he did not carry out the game of fox and tiger power to the end, but slowly folded the fan, carefully put it in his arms, and personally helped the county magistrate and Xuezheng up, saying, "Please hurry up and ask for it. This imperial fan was given to you by Your Majesty privately. It has no special significance. Students have no official position and are waiting for the title of the current gold list, so you don't need to be too polite."

Everyone stood up one by one, and then looked at Liu Chengye with his eyes becoming cautious and respectful. Instead, he lowered his key point, at least he lowered his eyes on his head. He looked at everyone and said aloud: "The ancestors' poetry and painting are both outstanding. Today's emperor is also a rare genius in terms of music and painting. His painting skills are delicate and his brushwork is smooth. They are the role models of scholars such as us. Today, students are not talented, and they imitate the wise brushwork. Please give a comment to them, sir, and brothers."

After saying that, Liu Chengye took out a piece of paper from his arms and spread it out. It was obviously a new work. Could it be that it was not done yet? The painting was a young woman, puffed and tinged, graceful, holding a silk fan in her hand, and her clothes were floating, like a fairy in Lingbo, beautiful and indifferent. When you look closely, this woman was Miss Zhao.

Everyone looked at the paintings and saw that Miss Zhao herself was actually similar, but her charm was slightly worse, because Miss Zhao was frowning and glaring at this time, and although they were all compliments to her, Liu Liwa was writing poems and Liu Chengye was paintings, and both of them were surnamed Liu, but Miss Zhao still treated her differently.

The portraits of the older girl in public are somewhat monotonous. Even if the girls of this era are arrogant and angry when they hear verbal praises, let alone to be published in the public. However, when this painting was released, it was immediately popular with the county magistrate and Xuezheng. Of course, it is more important to praise Liu Chengye's painting skills, which are only a little worse than the emperor.

Others who were interested in engaging in the heart immediately came forward to praise their feet. Although Liu Chengye had not announced his identity yet, the person who could let the emperor give gifts privately was a great example.

For a moment, Liu Chengye became the focus. Instead, he became modest and low-key, approachable and thanked everyone who praised him politely, and then took the painting and wanted to give the painting to Miss Zhao, which was quite a bit of a token of love. However, Miss Zhao did not accept it, but gently revealed her name and family background in his ear.

At that moment, Liu Chengye was struck by lightning and wanted to tear the painting to pieces. Even though his father was the emperor's teacher, he had a good personal relationship with the emperor, but no one had any mercy to tell about his wife with the emperor!

Liu Chengye rolled up the portrait randomly and stuffed it into his sleeves. When there was no one later, it would be either torn apart or burned. It must be completely destroyed. He clasped his fists at the eldest lady and turned around immediately and said, "Didn't the county magistrate just say that he would select a few talented ones from all the juniors to attend the welcome meeting hosted by the yamen today? I wonder if the adults have a candidate. If it is getting late, we should not delay it. Other seniors will have to have a meal and go to the inn!"

The county magistrate was also a discerning person, so he naturally saw the clues. He glanced at Miss Zhao carefully and immediately replied: "Mr. Xuezheng, you just proposed that you should choose this question. Mr. Liu was exhausted all the way, so it would be better to take a break first."

"In this way, it is better to obey your orders than to be respectful in your later years. Thank you, the county magistrate." Liu Chengye walked down the slope and wanted to disappear quickly.

"The Prime Minister's family is a seventh-rank official. If he is tied to the royal family, he will be as powerful as a mountain. If he marrys the emperor, he will soar into the sky. From then on, he will be the King of Ten Thousand Phoenixes, and his mother is in the world..." Liu Liwa muttered and sighed, but before he finished speaking, Miss Zhao in front of him suddenly turned her head, her big eyes like a sky lantern, staring at him, and could see that anger was jumping. Slowly a layer of mist appeared, like spring water, and like tears crystal clear. She spoke slowly and asked Liu Liwa a question that seemed to have nothing to do with him, but he didn't want to answer: "Do you want me to marry into the royal family?"
Chapter completed!