The First Family of Tang Dynasty

　　 "Hey, if you don't tell me, eldest brother, I really don't think it is. I really think it's a little like this comparison."

　　 The old second Cheng Chuliang also compared it a few times, and for no reason felt that the **** that had been beaten up by his father was a little bit painful.

　　 "Especially like Dafa... well, like Dad fighting on the battlefield and showing his power."

　　 "No wonder, Lao Yan said that my old Cheng is majestic and majestic. If I can enter the painting, I can be compared to the gods in the world." Cheng Yaojin happily.

　　 "Children, today our old Cheng's family got two treasures in succession. Come here, don't hesitate to serve wine and food soon."

　　 "There are no outsiders today, our family, young and old, drink him a good meal to celebrate."

　　 Cheng Chubi listened to such lines, and suddenly had the illusion that the Journey to the West was chaotic. Of course, it must be just an illusion.

　　 No wonder, the shape is a little different, but it can still be seen that it is a large axe weapon, ah, it seems correct.

　　 is just the six small dots arranged around the main character. What does it mean? It means the six children of the old Cheng family?

The image of 　　 pro-father can actually fall into Yan artist's pen, which is quite a glorious thing.

　　 It was at the same time that the old Cheng’s family had two good treasures, and the whole family happily held a family banquet for wine and meat.

　　 Yan Liben Master Yan is still free to write in the painting room, and the picture on the case is almost exactly the same as the one he gave to Cheng Yaojin.

　　 is enough to see the profound painting skills of the nobleman Yan Liben and his outstanding memory.

　　 It's just that when he was painting, ah, his eyes were round, his cheeks were bulging and his face was dark, and he looked like he wanted to choose someone.

　　 "Master is late at night, why are you still working hard, please rest soon..."

　　 At this moment, Yan Liben’s wife walked into the studio slowly with a haggard expression.

　　 When his gaze fell on the painting that Yan Liben could bear, he was shocked for an instant.

　　 "Oh, my lord, what do you paint this is so scary."

　　 Yan Liben put aside his pen, moved his sore wrist and laughed.

　　 "Does the madam think that this **** will be hideous and fierce, and seems to choose someone to eat?"

　　 "Master, you are in the middle of the night, what do you do to paint such a wicked person?"

　　 Wen hurried to Yan Liben's side, as if he didn't dare to look at the painting.

　　 Yan Liben shook his head with a drooping breath when he thought of what happened during the day.

　　 "That's because a certain wicked person today inspired him to be a husband, and this is painted according to his appearance."

　　 "The lady is not sleeping well these days, and she is suspicious that there is movement outside, just so she used this wicked person to stick it on the backyard door.

　　 It’s hard to say whether Xiao Xiao can avoid evil, if Xiao Xiao dares to come, he will be able to scare Xiao Xiao half to death. "

　　 "This, can this work?" Wen couldn't help being a little dazed. What's wrong with my husband, he was gnashing his teeth when talking, and he was not as gentle as usual.

　　 "Of course it can, madam, wait a minute, for the husband there is still a small matter that has not been dealt with."

　　 was about to pack his tools, and suddenly saw the portrait of pockmarked face standing aside, and Yan Liben seemed to see a steaming husk on the side of the road.

　　 Then, with a disgusted face, he raised his fingers, picked up the pockmarked face figure, and lit it on the candle.

　　 Wen looked at her husband in surprise. "Husband, you are..."

　　 "It's nothing, it's just that some things look really annoying to the old man, and I have to burn it to feel at ease."

　　 Burned the thing that made him disturbing, and looked at this painting that was about to become a ghost in the inner courtyard of Yan's house, and Yan Liben looked at it and smiled.

　　 Old man Cheng, even though this old man can’t convince people with strength, so what?

　　 As the saying goes, you have a Xuanhua big axe, and I also have a sharp knife and pen.

　　 Just let your portrait stay vigil for my Yan Mansion's inner courtyard all night long, so that the old man can vent his anger.

　　Well, in this life, the old man will no longer paint to a person surnamed Cheng if he is killed. It will not be possible in the next life.

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　　 Cheng Chubi and Sun Yuan, two Taoist leaders, once again came to the Yiguo Gongfu, and Qin Dali, the chief steward of the Yiguo Gongfu, opened the way first.

　　 took the three to walk around the place where the operating room was built, and not only the operating room has been built.

　　 is the quicklime needed for medical disinfection, and I have a lot of it.

　　 Cheng Chubi was very satisfied. The two Taoist leaders, Sun and Yuan, had no objection as an escort. These days, I have communicated with Cheng Chubi.

　　 also let them know a lot about various things about the operation, which made the two Taoist leaders feel new and look forward to it.

　　Sun Simiao noticed that Qin Dali beside him was hesitant to speak several times.

　　 "Steward Qin, Master Yi is about to have an operation, why are you so worried? Or do you have no confidence in Master Cheng?"

　　 Qin Dali met the puzzled gazes of the three, hesitated for a long time, and suddenly bowed to the ground.

　　 "???" Cheng Chubi looked dazed, and the two Taoist leaders were not much better.

　　 "Butler Qin, what are you doing?"

　　 "Master Cheng, if my master says that he does not want to have surgery, it is by no means that he does not trust Master Cheng's medical skills."

　　 Cheng Chubi's face sank. "Butler, what do you mean by this?"

　　 What is going on here, not all have been well said, everything is ready, just waiting to start. This is another demon moth.

　　 Qin Dali was about to speak. But when he heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind, Qin Qiong was walking quickly when he turned his head.

　　 Looking at this uncle Qin who was supposed to be as mighty and majestic as his father Cheng Yaojin, but now he has been tortured by those arrows to the point that only a handful of bones are left.

　　 Cheng Chubi quickly stepped forward and gave a salute. "My nephew has met my uncle, my nephew..."

　　 "My nephew... I'm really embarrassed." Qin Qiong walked to Cheng Chubi and helped Cheng Chubi, which made her face ashamed and authentic.

　　 "I'm sorry, for the old man's illness, you have done so much. I didn't expect that the old man would have such an embarrassing day..."

　　 "The old man wants to understand, life and death is up to my fate, to be able to live like this, at least to live, in fact, actually...not bad."

　　 At the end of these words, Qin Qiong's eyes flushed, and she was almost unable to make a sound.

　　 And that Qin Dali lay on the ground and howled loudly.

　　 "Master, why are you doing this? You are a hero who has never feared life and death..."

　　 "Shut up!" Qin Qiong took a deep breath, her withered face cooled. "If you talk nonsense again, get out of Qin Mansion."

　　 "A good nephew, two Taoist chiefs... Forgive Qin for not sending it. Qin will plead with your Majesty, please forgive Qin for his cowardice..."

　　 After saying this, Qin Qiong stopped staying any more, and after giving a salute to the dumbfounded Cheng Chubi and the two Taoist chiefs with apologetic expression, he hurriedly left.

　　 Looking at the back of Qin Qiong's very large skeleton, he gave people a desolate and desolate feeling that the old tree was dying.

　　 "What the **** is going on?" Cheng Chubi couldn't help but ask Qin vigorously.

　　 Qin Dali, with tears in his eyes, watched Qin Qiong's vain footsteps, his lips bite out blood, but he did not dare to speak.

　　 "What a hero, General Qin, he is not afraid of life and death. For many years, he has always longed to be able to regain his former grandeur.

　　 retreat at this time, I am afraid that it will be nine out of ten. In case, I am worried that the old wife and children are not sheltered from the wind and rain..."

　　 Yuan Tiangang’s eye circles are a little red, and he raised his head and sucked his nose.

　　 "...Could it be that he was so tortured to death? I can really cure him. Why can't you trust me more?"

　　 Cheng Chubi sucked his sour nose, and wanted to vent, but couldn't vent.