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After drinking a lot, the atmosphere was completely different from before.

The arrogant and remote Yan Liben disappeared, but in exchange for an old naughty boy with a happy expression on his face that was not commensurate with his age.

Yan Liben, a strange old man, showed a habit of being as casual as a young man. He drank a little crazy and spoke without any coldness when he first saw him. Even under the influence of alcohol, he became brothers with Chen Yi and Helanmin.

Chen Yi was shocked by the strange old man's performance. He couldn't understand why Yan Liben had read a poem he "made" and his attitude towards him changed so drastically. Can it be said that Yan Liben is an artist, and artists act in a rather perverse manner and difficult to understand. Their behavior is different from ordinary people. When they meet someone they think they can chat, they can abandon their identity, status and age farewell to you and call you brothers. But his interactions with Yan Liben were limited to a stolen poem just now, which had such a miraculous effect.

"Zi Ying, I remember you wrote a very good poem in Zuixianlou last time," Helan Minzhi, who had drunk a few glasses of wine, took advantage of the wine and said loudly: "'Wulings are young, Jinshi East, silver saddles and white horses are experiencing the spring breeze; where are the fallen flowers walking, laughing into the Hu Ji's wine shop,' Such a beautiful poem, if you use this poem to express your poetry in the painting, it would be great, it would be a pity..."

As he said that, after squeezing at Chen Yi, he looked at Yan Liben who was squinting his eyes and tasting wine.

Chen Yi immediately understood that the handsome guy's meaning of saying this must be "deceiving" Yan Liben, and he wanted to trick another painting from the old-fashioned master. After understanding this, he immediately agreed: "Brother Changju said it well. The "Youth Travel" he wrote that day is quite interesting today. If the poetry can be expressed in the form of a painting, it would be a wonderful thing!"

"Hey, you two, don't sing and reconcile there anymore. I don't know what you think!" Yan Liben, holding the wine glass, slanted over and looked at Helan Minzhi and Chen Yi with a very dissatisfied expression, "Didn't you just want to encourage me to paint you... Humph!"

The scheming was seen through. Not only did Helan Minzhi not feel embarrassed at all, he immediately followed the trend and walked to Yan Liben's table with a wine glass, and said with a smile: "Yan Taichang Bo, the poem I wrote on that day is really outstanding. I know that you must like this poem. This poem has been sung in the market now, and the scholars in Chang'an are celebrating to recite it. If you write a stroke of this poem, it will definitely surprise the scholars in the market and be passed down as a good story! But this poem fully describes the elegant posture of the frivolous boy in spring, which is extremely difficult to describe in one stroke..."

Before Helan Minzhi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Liben, "What's the difficult thing to describe? There is nothing in this world that can be rare to defeat me. Everything can be written in a painting. I will use paper, inkstone, pen and ink. I will show you today!"

"Yes!" Helan Minzhi, who was overjoyed, quickly got up, walked out and called Xu Zhu who was waiting outside the private room in person, and whispered a command. Xu Zhu immediately made preparations as Helan Minzhi ordered. In just a while, all the things Yan Liben needed were prepared and put on the table in the private room. All the windows facing the street opened, and a few oil lamps were lit, and the private room was much brighter.

"Boy Yan Taichang, please come here!" Helan Minzhi, who had joy on his face, walked forward and respectfully bowed to Yan Liben.

At this time, Chen Yi and Helan Minyue both got up from the seat and walked over to watch the fun.

Yan Liben drank another cup of grape wine, got up from his seat, washed his hands with the clean water brought by the waiter, wiped it dry with a clean towel on the side, and walked to the place where the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were arranged, but did not hold the pen immediately, but looked at Chen Yi, "Young Master Chen, the "Youth Travel" you wrote is indeed a rare masterpiece. I like it very much after hearing it! It makes people feel moved. Haha, it's so good to be young, it makes people sigh! Today, I will use your poem as material to write a stroke," and said that, squinted, as if I was missing my frivolous past when I was young.

"I hope that the frivolous young man written by Yan Taichang Bo can be amazing!" Chen Yi felt flattered when he got Yan Liben like this. Didn't Helan Minzhi say that Yan Liben is a very arrogant person. No one's face will be sold when he is so arrogant. There are very few people who can get the old man to look at him differently. This is a rare honor. He knows that it is really rare to be treated like Yan Liben!

Yan Liben didn't say anything else, rolled up his sleeves and picked up the pen, and started painting without much thought.

With a few strokes from Miao Miao, the appearance of the city wall appeared in front of everyone. Although there was no special marking where this was, everyone knew that this was Chang'an City at their feet. Then a small river outside the city appeared, and there were some blooming flowers and trees, and the fallen flowers all over the ground. Yan Liben's brush immediately jumped to other places. A small building carrying a wine flag appeared far from the city wall. After some scenes of villains appearing, everyone understood that this was a wine shop. Combined with the song "The Young People", everyone knew that this was a wine shop.

The box was very quiet and no one made a sound. Yan Liben was painting seriously. Helanmin's brother and sister, Chen Yi, and the shopkeeper Xu Zhu who was fortunate to stay stood aside. He looked at Yan Liben with a curious and surprised look on his face.

It is extremely rare to be able to receive a painting from Master Yan. Similarly, it is also rare to see the master painting with his own eyes. The people present saw Yan Liben's painting for the first time, so they were very curious and a little excited. They watched with all their concentration, even their breathing was light.

There was a noise outside the box, and Helan Minzhi, who had an angry look on his face, signaled a look at the shopkeeper Xu Zhu who was waiting on the side. Xu Zhu understood and immediately walked out lightly to check the situation.

It turned out that the scheduled performance time was up, and Hu Ji was on stage, but because Yan Liben painted in the private room, he was afraid of being worried about him, so he delayed it. This annoyed some guests who came here and complained there. Xu Zhu went out, explained the situation roughly, and promised to reduce some consumption for today's guests, so that he comforted the guests who had opinions.

Everyone in the private room continued to watch Yan Liben's paintings. As Master Yan splashed ink, an amazing painting began to take shape.

This is a painting with a large scene, almost from outside Chang'an City to inside the city. The unknown river outside the city is colorful, with horses riding, carriages or walking around, and tourists are also constantly roaming on the road. A young man in white came from outside the city to spring. He just returned to the city and walked to a lively place with a graceful stance.

The place where the boy in white dismounted was a lively restaurant, where there was a vaguely dancing in the restaurant.

"The Young People's Journey" is a dynamic poem, telling the scene of a frivolous boy returning from outside the city to spring and then entering the Hu Ji's restaurant. It is difficult to make it in the form of a painting, unless several consecutive pictures are used to form several scenes!

Yan Liben wrote the artistic conception of a poem with a long scroll, which tests his skill in painting and conception!
Chapter completed!