The First Family of Tang Dynasty

　　 "Yes..." Li Chengqian and Li Ke, the two sons of Li Shimin, nodded frantically.

　　 I really can’t stand the incredible painting skills of Cheng Laosan. Just put a few sticks together and put an egg in it to make someone?

　　 "Yan Langzhong is really amazing, and he can be alive with just a few strokes. I am indeed a member of the calligraphy and painting circles."

　　 "Yes, yes, Ke is really admired, the master of Yan Langzhong, really is a master."

　　 At this moment, Cheng Chubi stared blankly at the case table before him, and there appeared a humanoid with healthy legs and a peaceful face...

　　 raised his head again, and looked at the figure after he had drawn a deity.

　　 As if the whole person's mood has been vented, Yan Liben is refreshed.

　　 Yan Liben smiled at this moment, with a strong sense of superiority, and raised his hand towards the portrait on the case table and towards Cheng Chubi.

　　 "Please..." Now, please ask Cheng Laosan to start your performance.

　　 Li Shimin nodded to Yan Liben approvingly. "Yan Qing has good skills... Okay, nephew, go ahead."

　　 The stickman of Cheng Saburo just now has so terrible eyes. Now he can finally restore his eyesight and take his business seriously.

　　 looked at the person painted by Yan Liben, and then at the portrait of the stickman who was torn down on the deck by Yan Liben.

　　 He saw even more that Uncle Li, who was standing with his hand holding his toe, quietly pulled the portrait of the stickman to a farther position.

　　 "???" Cheng Chubi almost wanted to walk away, talented people, who doesn't have a temper.

　　 But when I think of squatting in front of him, either the emperor or the prince, or the prince.

　　 Forget it, for the future of the rigorous old Cheng family, I can only continue to bear the humiliation.

　　 "Actually, what I painted is okay..."

　　Even if it is a confession, Cheng Chubi still feels that his stickman is so simple, clear and unique.

　　 "Hehe..." Cheng Chubi heard laughter, not one but four special sounds...

　　 Cheng Chubi, with a face full of dissatisfaction, took the charcoal pen in his hand and poked a few pockmarks on the portrait of Yan Liben, which made him feel a little more happy.

　　 "Well, this is a person, right..."

　　 The four big brothers nodded with a smile without saying a word.

　　 "Okay, next, let me talk about how I would operate on Uncle Qin, first of all..."

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　　 Li Shimin looked at the confident and eloquent Cheng Lao San with some complicated gaze.

　　 The mood is also very complicated, his speech is clear and organized, even if he hasn’t seen the third child in the process undergo surgery.

　　 Listening to his explanation now makes Li Shimin more confident in success.

　　 Although there are some confusing words and sentences in his words.

　　 can contact back and forth after all, and probably understand his meaning and purpose.

　　"...In short, I still need to do a detailed examination of Uncle Qin's whole body.

　　 was able to determine the method and method of the operation, after all, the arrow in Uncle Qin’s body was not only the chest. "

　　 "Can you take them out all at once?" Li Keqi said, dizzy.

　　 "As long as the arrows in Uncle Qin's body are not too close to large blood vessels, nerves and other complicated operations, there is no problem."

　　Cheng Chubi’s trust is of course not from Hu Lilie, but from years of experience in surgery. At this point, he is quite confident.

　　 Don't talk about finger-sized things like arrowheads, the township hospitals have to accept the unlucky ghosts who are injured under the gunpowder gun every three to five.

　　 And the fact that I can frequently receive the pennants from these unlucky ghosts can explain everything.

　　 The so-called gunpowder guns are also called steel sand guns. These things can still be seen in remote ethnic minority gathering places in the southwest.

　　 is generally used for hunting, or to prevent large wild animals such as wild boars and black bears from destroying crops.

　　 Of course, there are also those kind of hot-headed young people who have suffered from a fight with others, and go back to the stockade to copy gunpowder guns to retaliate.

　　 The steel **** used for powder guns, also called steel sand, are much smaller than the arrowheads.

　　 After all, everyone is a veteran driver, no matter whether they are fighting or killing, they don’t want to kill people, and they don’t target the deadly parts.

　　 I don't even want to lose my life. I will twist and run when I see the gunpowder gun.

　　 And those with guns will only fire at the enemy's back buttocks, causing most of the enemy's **** **** to hit the positions where gunpowder guns usually hit.

　　 When performing operations on this unlucky ghost, Cheng Chubi often feels like using tweezers to pull out unsprouted black beans on the black ground.

　　 Seeing Cheng Chubi so confident, Li Shimin furrowed his brows and started walking slowly in circles.

　　 Cheng Chubi picked up the soup that was handed over by the **** before taking a sip.

　　The eyeballs were all green, and he almost squirted out. "What the **** is this?"

　　 Seeing Cheng Chubi's appearance, Li Ke reminded him quietly.

　　 "This is tea soup, and that's right, your old Cheng family uses secret three-leaf pulp to quench your thirst. It's normal if you are not used to drinking tea soup."

　　 Hearing Li Ke's explanation which is obviously vindictive, as well as the narrow expression of winking eyebrows.

　　 Cheng Chubi just haha...

　　Go, my door is always open, you are welcome to come again, let you enjoy the feeling of being at home.

　　 At this moment, Cheng Chubi saw Uncle Li, who was walking on the deck, stopped. He turned around and waved to himself.

　　 "A good nephew, come here, I have a few words with you."

　　 Cheng Chubi hurriedly came to Uncle Li's side and stood respectfully.

　　 At this time, the two of them stood near the railing, below the still clear bashui, the green willows on both sides of the bank were gratifying.

　　 In the distance ahead, there seemed to be a few people frolicking on the bank of the river, going ashore for a while, going down the river for a while, and the atmosphere was very joyful...

　　 Cheng Chubi took a deep breath of fresh air that was not polluted at all, and tried to widen his eyes.

　　 wants to see the figure in the distance clearly, if it is the three brothers who are strolling nearby.

　　 Uncle Li next to him opened his mouth and interfered with his attention.

　　 Li Shimin looked at Cheng Jia Saburo, who was sturdy and valiant, with a sincere and honest speech.

　　 "My nephew, if you can't cure Qin Qing's old illness, the old man will not blame you, as long as you tell the truth now. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "As long as you say it, I don't blame you, I will treat it as nothing."

　　 After listening to these words, Cheng Chubi was overwhelmed. It seems that Uncle Li's heart is still not firm enough, or in other words, still hesitating and worried.

　　 "Of course, if you really have this ability, let me know, how sure are you?"

　　 Having said this, Li Shimin stopped talking, but raised his eyes to the distant mountains and rivers, waiting for Cheng Chubi to speak.

　　 "My nephew just tells the truth, at least 90%." Cheng Chubi replied without hesitation.

　　 "Okay!" Li Shimin suddenly turned his head, seeing Cheng Chubi's calm expression, facing his gaze without flinching.

　　 This really makes Li Shimin appreciate this courageous, as if he is always full of confidence.

　　 "If this is the case, then you have Nephew Lao Xian." Li Shimin raised his big hand and landed heavily on Cheng Chubi's shoulder.

　　 "I hope you don't let the old man down. If Qin Qing can live, the old man will not be stingy with any rewards."

　　 "Your Majesty, really?" Cheng Chubi heard this, his eyes lit up, and he looked back subconsciously.

　　 The picture of "Treading Spring" in the handwritings of His Majesty the Emperor of Tang Dynasty, His Royal Highness the Prince of Tang, and His Royal Highness of the King of Tang Shu.

　　 As long as it can be preserved, not to mention that after more than a thousand years, even if it is only thirty or fifty years later, its value is simply inestimable.

　　 Seeing Cheng Chubi's joyful appearance, Li Shimin laughed kindly. "You have no jokes."

　　 The third son of Cheng is also a child. He has just turned sixteen and is about the same age as his eldest son.

　　 It’s so young...

　　 "The uncle can give me that picture as a deposit?"

　　 "???"