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 a few sticks and an egg can be called?

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

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

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

He raised his head again, and looked at the portrait of a man with all deities.

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, ask Cheng Laosan to start your performance.

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

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

After looking at the person who painted by Yan Liben, he also glanced at the portrait of the stickman who was torn down on the deck by Yan Liben.

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

"???" Cheng Chubi almost wanted to leave, a talented person, who doesn't have a temper.

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

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

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

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

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

With an unhappy face, Cheng Chubi 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 men 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 eyes.

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

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

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

But after all, by contacting back and forth, he can probably understand his meaning and purpose.

"...In short, it is the same sentence, I need to do a detailed examination of Uncle Qin's whole body first.

Only the method and method of the operation can be determined. After all, the arrow in Uncle Qin's body is not only the chest. "

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

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

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

Not to mention finger-sized things like arrowheads, the township hospitals have to accept the unlucky ghosts wounded under the gunpowder guns 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 areas in the southwest.

It 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 in gunpowder 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 won't target the deadly parts.

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

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

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 frowned 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 green, and almost didn't spray out. "What the **** is this?"

Seeing Cheng Chubi's appearance, Li Ke reminded him in a low voice.

"This is tea soup. That's right. Your old Cheng family uses the secret three-leaf jelly to quench their thirst. It's normal if you are not used to drinking tea soup."

Hearing Li Ke's explanation which was obviously vindictive, and the narrow expression of winking eyebrows.

Cheng Chubi just haha...

Yes, the door of my house is always open. You are welcome to come again, so that you can enjoy the feeling of being at home.

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

"My nephew, come here, the old man will have a few words with you."

Cheng Chubi quickly walked to Uncle Li's side and stood respectfully.

At this moment, 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 seems to be a few people frolicking on the bank of the river, going ashore for a while, down the river for a while, and the atmosphere is very joyful...

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

I want to see if the figure in the distance 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."

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

After listening to this, 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?"

Speaking of this, Li Shimin no longer spoke, but raised his eyes to the mountains and rivers in the distance, waiting for Cheng Chubi to speak.

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

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

This really made Li Shimin admire this courageous young man who seemed to be always full of confidence.

"In that case, 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 survive, 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 Prince of Tang Dynasty, and His Royal Highness of Tang Shu King.

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, its value is simply inestimable.

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

This Cheng's third child is also a child. He has just turned sixteen and is about the age of his eldest son.

Young, so nice...

"Can the uncle give me that picture as a deposit?"

"???"