The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

In the fifth year of Zhenguan, Du Ruhui passed away.

Du He was still very young at that time.

My impression of my father is very vague.

Zhao Chen came to do a photoshoot for his deceased father. Although Du He was dissatisfied with Zhao Chen, he also felt a little uneasy and expectant.

Since the emperor asked Zhao Chen to come over, he certainly wouldn't do it randomly.

Otherwise, he would not be able to explain anything to other ministers!

Therefore, whether the paintings made by Zhao Chen resemble his father or not.

"Okay!" Zhao Chen nodded and took back the brush.

Although it is not as good as the portrait of Empress Changsun, it is still sketched out one by one based on Du He's appearance and his own description.

Du He turned one leg and slowly moved in front of Zhao Chen. .??.

Looking back, he saw a middle-aged man with a long beard looking at him with a smile on his face.

For a moment, Du He felt that his father, who had passed away long ago, was smiling at him.

"Father——" Du He's voice suddenly choked up.

Standing in front of the portrait, he stretched out his right hand, but did not dare to touch it.

…

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

Just stood in front of the portrait and shed tears.

"Actually, Du He is quite pitiful." Li Ke suddenly said something to Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen looked over.

Du He is not pitiful, he brought it upon himself.

Since he chose to deal with him with Li Chengqian, Zhao Chen would not feel sympathy for his current performance.

"When Du He helped the prince deal with us, he didn't think about pity for himself."

"When he insulted his parents, did he also think about his own situation?" Zhao Chen smiled slightly.

In Zhao Chen's opinion, Du He would cry when he saw Du Ruhui's portrait.

It was simply because he was hurt and felt his own vulnerability and broke down crying.

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

Li Ke didn't speak, he understood that Zhao Chen

the meaning of.

He was just expressing his feelings.

When Du Ruhui was here, the Du family was so prestigious.

Fang's plan was over, and the emperor thought highly of Du Ruhui.

But now, one of Du He's legs was seriously injured, and no one had even a word of sympathy for his plight.

Isn't it normal for Duhe to be sad?

"Sir, if nothing else, your painting skills are really amazing. The people in the paintings look like real people."

"I think Du He was stunned at that time."

"Obviously I was shocked by how realistic the portrait was."

"Why don't you, sir, draw me a picture so that I can't enter Lingyan Pavilion and let future generations see my graceful appearance, Li Ke!"

Li Ke's mouth opened again.

This mouth keeps talking.

He also asked Zhao Chen to draw a portrait for him.

Isn't this a joke?

There are so many students in the academy.

There are also other elders and friends. If this was a picture for each person, he would not be able to just lie here and draw every day.

"Which one is next?" Zhao Chen stopped and asked without answering Li Ke's words.

Several princes have passed away, and the emperor also informed Zhao Chen in advance that portraits of these princes should be prepared.

Therefore, Zhao Chen is very busy.

"At the residence of the late Yun Guo Gong Yin Qiao——"

…

The person who succeeded the Duke of Lai was Du Ruhui's eldest son Du Gou.

Today he went to the government office for duty, and came back exhausted towards evening.

Upon his return, he received news from his servant.

He said that Zhao Chen had been here and that his younger brother Du He was crying in the yard.

Du Gou was very angry.

convenient

Even if Du He made another mistake, his leg would be injured like this.

The Du family did not make any dissatisfied sounds.

But for you, Zhao Chen, to chase you into your own home is a bit too much.

Du Gou was very angry.

He knew that Zhao Chen was now favored by the emperor, and that the Du family had been gradually declining since the death of his father Du He.

But being so bullying...

Du Gou gritted his teeth and walked quickly to the yard behind.

"What did Zhao Chen say when he came to the house?" Du Gou walked quickly to Du He's side, his face gloomy.

He wanted to know what Zhao Chen was doing.

This bullying has come to his own family. If he doesn't make any noise, how will he be able to hold his head up in the future?

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

He seemed to be crying and laughing, but he looked a little inexplicably uncomfortable.

Du Gou did not see the portrait behind him at first.

At this time, Du Gou was stunned when he heard Du He pointing behind him and talking about his father.

He was still wondering if his younger brother had a brain problem due to being stimulated by Zhao Chen today.

When he turned around, he saw a portrait of the same height as his long-dead father standing behind him.

"Who painted it?" Du Gou's whole body trembled.

Du Gou is much older than Du He.

So when his father Du Ruhui passed away, Du Gou clearly remembered his appearance.

When Du Gou saw the painting in front of him again, his whole body was filled with disbelief.

In the portrait, Du Ruhui has a smile on his face, which is no different from what Du Gou remembered when his father was alive.

Even the eyebrows, hair, and even the wrinkles on his face were exactly the same as in his memory.

At this moment, Du Gou felt in his heart that he was dreaming.

"Pa—" Du Gou suddenly and inexplicably shook himself off.

Ji slapped him, and then he saw tears welling up in his eyes.

With a plop, Du Gou knelt on the ground.

He reached out to hold his father's hand, but what he encountered was paint that had not dried yet.

"Brother." Du He wanted to force Du Gou to stand up, but his legs couldn't bear the force.

There was no way to pull Du Gou up.

"Who painted this, Yan Liben?" Du Gou turned around and asked Du He.

In Du Gou's impression, when it comes to painting skills, it is Yan Liben who has such painting skills.

But Du Gou felt strange.

I have never heard that Yan Li could make the portrait look like a real person.

Yan Liben's painting skills were superb, but Du Gou only knew that he knew traditional techniques.

And this...

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

"No...it could be Zhao Chen!" Du Gou suddenly remembered that his servant had told him that Zhao Chen had been here today.

"It's him!" Du He nodded.

Du Gou looked at Du He in disbelief at that time.

"He came today and said that His Majesty sent him to paint for his father and that he would be invited to join Lingyan Pavilion in the future."

"He drew this portrait of his father right in front of his foolish brother."

"Brother, do you look like your father?" Du He and Du Gou explained, and then confirmed again?

"Like, exactly the same, just like his father was alive." Du Gou nodded.

Can it be different?

This is almost like a living person standing in front of him.

"Zhao Chen's ability is really ridiculously strong." Du Gou looked at the portrait of Du Ruhui in front of him and sighed deeply.

Du Gou now really understood why Zhao Chen was so arrogant and domineering in the court, but the emperor did not punish him at all.

Even the emperor himself was attracted by Zhao Chen...

"His Royal Highness, I'm afraid he really chose the wrong opponent!" Du Gou said again, with a sigh in his expression.