The Great Tang Dynasty's Trans-Dimensional Conference: Little Rhinoceros Arrives

"Old Hei, why are you making such a fuss? Don't scare Prince Lin."

Cheng Yaojin shoved Yuchi Gong aside and brought his big head close to Lin Fan.

"Your Highness, let me see what's going on."

"Here you go," Lin Fan said with a smile, handing his phone to Cheng Yaojin.

"Wow, wow! Is this thing really that amazing?"

Cheng Yaojin was also annoyed by Yuchi Gong's overreaction, but his own reaction wasn't much better.

Looking at this photo, someone who didn't know better might think that the tree was now inside this little box.

"Your Highness, your treasure is so amazing, can it fit me inside too?"

Lin Fan didn't say anything, but simply pointed his phone camera at Cheng Yaojin and pressed the shutter button.

"Is this you?"

"My God, they really put me in there!" Cheng Yaojin stood there dumbfounded, holding his phone.

The photo was so clear that even the stubble on his face was clearly visible. Cheng Yaojin had never seen such a technique before.

After regaining his senses, he put his arm around Lin Fan's shoulder, brought his mouth close to Lin Fan's ear, and whispered, "Your Highness, you're not really a god, are you?"

Lin Fan smiled and shook his head. "Where did this deity come from? I can't explain this to you, Uncle Cheng, in a short time. Just think of it as another way of painting."

"Painting? Can that compare to this?" Cheng Yaojin asked thoughtfully.

If we're talking about who was the most skilled painter in the Tang Dynasty court, then it would definitely be Yan Liben. Moreover, he had seen many of Yan Liben's paintings in private, and compared to this photo, they were worlds apart.

"Alright, Uncle Cheng, let's not waste any more time. I'll go take some photos of you two uncles first."

Lin Fan broke free from Cheng Yaojin's clutches and quickly walked to Qin Qiong.

"Uncle Qin, Uncle Yuchi, come on, let's go somewhere else first."

"Uh, yes, Your Highness, where are we going?"

Although Qin Qiong didn't understand why Lin Fan wanted to take the photos, he didn't intend to refuse Lin Fan's request.

Lin Fan looked around and found that the location at the entrance of the Lizheng Hall was the best. He then raised his hand to indicate, "Please, gentlemen, stand at the entrance."

With Qin Qiong standing on the left and Yuchi Gong on the right, and the gate of the Lizheng Hall as a backdrop, it actually looked quite convincing.

Lin Fan first took a picture of the two of them together, and then took a picture of each of them individually.

Looking at the photos in the album, Lin Fan couldn't help but laugh. These were truly genuine goalkeepers.

The only downside is that they were both wearing casual clothes. If they could have taken a picture in armor, it would have been perfect to print out and stick it on the door.

"Your Highness, is the filming finished?" Yuchi Gong asked in a low voice. The two of them had been standing still, not daring to move, which was quite uncomfortable.

"Okay, okay." Lin Fan immediately handed the phone to the two of them.

Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong looked at the photos on their phones, their expressions exactly the same as Cheng Yaojin's earlier.

"Second brother, look at this! This technique is simply miraculous!"

Qin Qiong nodded. "That's right. I was thinking, even if the best painter in our Tang Dynasty came, he couldn't create such an effect, could he?"

Seeing the three of them happily discussing and commenting without including him, Cheng Yaojin quickly ran to Li Shimin's side.

"Your Majesty, as your father, your son went to have his picture taken by someone else but not yours, and you're not even going to say a word?"

Li Shimin turned his head and glanced at Cheng Yaojin.

He knew that the old man wasn't trying to sow discord, but that was just his personality—a case of sour grapes.

Thinking of this, he said with a hint of disdain:

"Heh, Zhijie, do you think it's possible that I've already taken the photos?"

"Moreover, not only I have taken photos, but the Empress, the Prince, Chang Le, and Cheng Gan have also taken photos."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yaojin immediately slumped down, realizing that he had been the clown all along.

Seeing the lively atmosphere, Cheng Yaojin couldn't sit still any longer. He was afraid that if he delayed any longer, he wouldn't be able to eat his food while it was still hot.

Thinking of this, he approached the three of them with a grin.

"Your Highness, I, Old Cheng, was the first person to know you. You have to treat everyone equally. It's unreasonable to only film them and not me, is it?"

Lin Fan spread his hands, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Uncle Cheng, I didn't say I wouldn't let you take pictures."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yaojin's lips instantly curled up. "Hahaha, I knew it! With our relationship, you couldn't possibly refuse to let me take a picture."

Cheng Yaojin carefully straightened his clothes, then scurried over to stand in front of the Lizheng Hall gate.

"Your Highness, I'm ready!" he said, striking what he thought was a very imposing pose.

"Okay, stand still and don't move."

"Alright!"

It must be said that Cheng Yaojin was a bit fat, but he was a veteran of many battles, and when he suppressed his smile, he looked quite intimidating.

"Okay, Uncle Cheng, I'm done taking the picture."

"Ah, so fast! Let me see." Cheng Yaojin ran quickly to Lin Fan and eagerly took the phone to examine it.

Lin Fan took three photos of him in total, and as he flipped through them, Cheng Yaojin kept nodding.

"Hmm, not bad, Your Highness has captured my majestic and domineering aura perfectly."

"Of course." Lin Fan smiled and took back his phone.

"Uncles, I'll print out the photos when I have time, and then my father will give them to you."

"What?! These photos can be printed?!" Cheng Yaojin exclaimed with delight. "Then I can hang them in the center of my living room! Hahaha, isn't that much more impressive than those traditional Chinese ink paintings?"

"Wait a minute, Lao Cheng, if I remember correctly, isn't the painting hanging in the center of your main hall a picture of His Majesty's autumn hunt?" Yuchi Gong suddenly interjected.

This autumn hunting scene was painted by Yan Liben when Li Shimin went hunting last year. Yuchi Gong had asked for it for a long time, but in the end, Li Shimin still bestowed the painting upon Cheng Yaojin.

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin's expression became somewhat amused.

Cheng Yaojin's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a sheepish grin as he looked at Li Shimin. "Your Majesty, my photo will definitely hang below yours; the center position can only ever be Your Majesty."

When this topic came up, Li Shimin suddenly remembered something.

"Zhijie, you've been worshipping my pagoda for so long, shouldn't you return it to me now?"

"Ah, Your Majesty, what pagoda are you talking about? I don't know!" Cheng Yaojin looked at Li Shimin with a blank expression.

Seeing Cheng Yaojin's feigned deafness and muteness, Li Shimin was furious.

"How about I teach you a lesson?"

Seeing that Li Shimin seemed to be really about to get angry, Cheng Yaojin immediately changed his attitude.

"Oh dear, Your Majesty! I, Old Cheng, have been chanting sutras and praying for you and our Great Tang Dynasty day and night before this pagoda. How can it be moved so easily? If it's moved now, wouldn't all my hard work over the past few days have been for nothing?"

Putting aside everything else, when it comes to being shameless and throwing tantrums, no one in the entire Tang Dynasty can compare to Cheng Yaojin.

Li Shimin was too lazy to argue with this stubborn person and quickly ended the topic.