The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"Hey, if you don't tell me, big brother, I really don't think that [August One Chinese Network www.x81zw.info] now looks a little like this comparison."

The second child, Cheng Chuliang, also made a few comparisons, and for no reason felt that the **** that was beaten up by his father was a little bit painful.

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

"No wonder, Lao Yan said that my old Cheng is majestic and majestic. If I can enter the painting, it 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 hurry up to serve wine and food."

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

Listening to these lines, Cheng Chubi suddenly had the illusion of a journey to the west. Of course, it must be just an illusion.

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

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

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

At the same time that the old Cheng's family had two good treasures, the old and young happily had a family banquet for wine and meat.

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

It 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, well, his eyes were round, his cheeks were bulging, his face was dark, and he looked like he was going to choose someone.

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

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

When his eyes fell on the painting that Yan Liben could bear, he was shocked instantly.

"Oh...Master, what are you drawing this is really scary."

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

"Does the madam think that this **** will have a hideous face, full of fierce light, and seems to choose someone to eat?"

"Master, you guys 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.

When Yan Liben thought of what happened during the day, his whole body shook his head with a droopy breath.

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

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

It's hard to say whether she can avoid evil, if Xiao Xiao dares to come, Xiao Xiao will be scared to death. "

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

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

Just about to pack his tools, he suddenly saw the portrait of pockmarked face standing aside, and Yan Liben seemed to see a steaming pile of steam 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, what are you..."

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

Burning the thing that made him disturbing, and looking at this painting that will soon become a ghost in the inner courtyard of Yan's house, Yan Li smiled.

Old Piff 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 edge.

Just let your portrait stay vigil for the inner courtyard of Yan Mansion for the whole night, so that the old man can vent his anger.

Well, in this life, if the old man is killed, he will no longer paint for a person surnamed Cheng, and it is impossible in the next life.

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

I walked around the place where I led the three to build the operating room, and not only had the operating room been built.

A lot of quicklime needed for medical disinfection was also prepared.

Cheng Chubi was very satisfied, but the two Taoist leaders Sun and Yuan didn't have any comments as an escort. These days, we have communicated with Cheng Chubi.

It also made them understand a lot of various things about the operation, which made the two Taoist leaders feel novel and look forward to it.

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

"Housekeeper 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 three doubtful eyes, hesitated for a long time, and suddenly bowed to the ground.

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

"Steward Qin, what are you doing?"

"Master Cheng, if my master says that he doesn't want to have an operation, it's definitely not that he doesn't trust Master Cheng's medical skills."

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

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

Qin Shili 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 arrowheads to a handful of bones.

Cheng Chubi hurriedly stepped forward to give 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, you did so much for the old man's illness. I didn't expect that the old man would have such an embarrassing day..."

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

When Qin Qiong said this last sentence, Qin Qiong's eyes flushed, and he could hardly make a sound.

And Qin Dali lay on the ground and howled loudly.

"Master, why should you be like this, you are a world-class hero who has always been unafraid of life and death..."

"Shut up!" Qin Qiong took a deep breath, her haggard face became cold. "If you talk nonsense, get out of Qin Mansion."

"My nephew, the two Taoist leaders... Forgive Qin for not sending it. Qin will plead with your Majesty, please forgive Qin for his cowardice..."

After saying that, Qin Qiong stopped staying any more, and after a stunned Cheng Chubi and the two Taoist leaders, he hurriedly left.

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

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

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

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

Retreat at this time, I am afraid that it will be ninety-nine, in case it appears, worry that the old wife and children are not sheltered from wind and rain..."

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

"... Is it true that you just watched him so hard to die? I can really heal him. Why can't you trust me more?"

Cheng Chubi sucked his sour nose, angrily trying to vent, but couldn't vent it.