Chapter 68 You are an unparalleled hero who has never been afraid of life and death!
"Hey, brother, if you didn't tell me, I really don't think so. Now that I compare them, they really do feel a bit similar."
The second child, Cheng Chuliang, also compared the two for a few times, and for no reason felt a slight pain in the buttocks that he had beaten so hard by his own father.
"It especially looks like daddy... well, it looks like daddy when he is fighting on the battlefield and showing off his power."
"No wonder, Lao Yan said that I, Lao Cheng, are majestic and majestic. If I could be included in a painting, I would be comparable to the divine generals coming from heaven." Cheng Yaojin was delighted and delighted.
"Children, today our old Cheng family got two treasures one after another. Come, please hurry up and serve wine and food."
"There are no outsiders today. Our whole family, young and old, will have a good drink to celebrate."
When Cheng Chubi heard these lines, he suddenly had the illusion that he had entered Journey to the West. Of course, it was definitely just an illusion.
No wonder, the shape is a little different, but it can still be seen that it is a weapon with a big axe. Well, it seems right.
It's just that the six small dots are arranged around the main characters. What does this mean? It means the six children of the old Cheng family?
It is quite an honor that the image of my biological father can be captured by Artist Yan.
At the same time when Lao Cheng's family got two good treasures, the whole family happily held a family banquet to eat wine and meat.
Yan Liben Master Yan was still writing furiously in his studio. On the desk, there was a painting that was almost exactly the same as the one he gave to Cheng Yaojin.
It is enough to show that Yan Liben, a doctor in the nobility department, has profound painting skills and outstanding memory.
It's just that when he was painting, well, his eyes were wide open, his cheeks were bulging, his face was dark, and he looked like he wanted to choose someone to devour.
"Sir, it's late at night, why are you still working so hard? Take a rest soon..."
At this time, Yan Liben's wife, Wen, who looked a little haggard, slowly walked into the studio.
When my eyes fell on the painting that Yan Liben could barely finish painting, I was instantly shocked.
"Oh... Master, what are you drawing? It's so scary."
Yan Liben put down his pen, moved his sore wrist and laughed.
"Madam, do you think that this god general has a ferocious face and a fierce look, as if he wants to choose people to devour?"
"Sir, why are you painting such a villain in the middle of the night?"
Mrs. Wen quickly moved closer to Yan Liben, as if he didn't dare to look at the painting.
When Yan Liben thought about what happened during the day, he shook his head with a sense of dejection.
"That's because a certain evil person today inspired my husband, and this painting is based on his appearance."
"My wife has not been sleeping well these days, and she is always suspicious of something going on outside, so she sticks this evil person on the door of the backyard.
It’s hard to say whether it can ward off evil spirits, but if Xiaoxiao dares to come, it will definitely scare Xiaoxiao half to death.”
"Is this possible?" Mrs. Wen couldn't help but be a little confused. What was wrong with her husband? He spoke through gritted teeth and was no longer as gentle as usual.
"Of course it can be done. Madam, please wait a moment. My husband has a small matter that I have not yet dealt with."
Just as he was about to put away his tools, Yan Liben suddenly saw the pockmarked portrait lying aside. It was as if Yan Liben had seen a steaming pile on the roadside.
Then, with a look of disgust on his face, he raised his fingers, picked up the pockmarked figure, and lit it on the candle.
Mrs. Wen looked at her husband in surprise. "Husband, what are you..."
"It's nothing, it's just that there are some things that really disgust me. I have to burn them to feel at ease."
After burning the thing that bothered him and looking at the painting that was about to become the ghost town in the inner courtyard of Yan Mansion, Yan Liben gave a sinister smile.
Old man Cheng, although I can't convince others with my old bones, so what?
As the saying goes, you have the Xuanhua axe, and I also have the sharpness of my sword and pen.
Let your portrait keep vigil in the inner courtyard of my Yan Mansion all night long, which will allow me to vent my anger.
Well, I will never paint for someone named Cheng in this life, and I won't be able to in the next life either.
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Cheng Chubi and Sun Yuan, two Taoist priests, came to the Duke of Yi's Mansion again, and Qin Dali, the chief steward of the Duke of Yi's Mansion, took the lead in clearing the way.
He led the three of them to the place where the operating room was set up and walked around. Not only that the operating room had been set up.
Even the quicklime needed for medical disinfection has been prepared in large quantities.
Cheng Chubi was very satisfied. The two Taoist priests Sun and Yuan did not have any objections as escorts. These days, the exchanges with Cheng Chubi have been great.
It also allowed them to learn a lot about various matters related to the surgery, which made the two Taoist priests feel it was novel and also looked forward to it.
Sun Simiao noticed that Qin Dali beside him hesitated to speak several times.
"Steward Qin, Mr. Yi Guo is about to undergo an operation. Why are you so worried? Or do you still have no confidence in Mr. Cheng?"
Qin Dali faced the doubtful looks of the three people, hesitated for a long time, and then suddenly fell to the ground.
"???" Cheng Chubi looked confused, and the two Taoist priests were no better.
"Steward Qin, what are you doing?"
"Mr. Cheng, if my master says he doesn't want to have an operation, it definitely means he doesn't trust Mr. Cheng's medical skills."
Cheng Chubi's face darkened. "Butler, what do you mean by this?"
What the hell is going on? We’ve already said everything. Everything is ready, just waiting to start work. What kind of nonsense is this?
Qin Shili was heartbroken and was about to speak when he heard footsteps coming from behind him. When he turned around, it was Qin Qiong who was walking quickly.
Looking at Uncle Qin who was supposed to be as majestic and majestic as his father Cheng Yaojin, but now, he has been tortured by those arrows until he was reduced to a handful of bones.
Cheng Chubi quickly stepped forward and bowed. "My nephew has met my uncle. My nephew..."
"My dear nephew... I'm really sorry." Qin Qiong walked up to Cheng Chubi, helped Cheng Chubi, and then said with a look of shame on her face.
"I'm sorry, you have done so much for my illness. I didn't expect that I would have such a cowardly day..."
"I have figured it out. Life and death are determined by fate. If you can live like this, at least you can live. In fact, actually... it's not bad."
When he said the last sentence, Qin Qiong's eyes turned red and he almost couldn't speak.
Qin Dali lay on the ground and howled loudly.
"Sir, why are you doing this? You are an unparalleled hero who has never been afraid of life and death..."
"Shut up!" Qin Qiong took a deep breath, and her withered face turned cold. "If you continue talking nonsense, get out of the Qin Mansion."
"Good nephew, two Taoist priests... forgive Qin for not sending it off. Qin will apologize to your majesty now, and ask your majesty to forgive Qin for being cowardly..."
After saying that, Qin Qiong didn't stay any longer, bowed to the stunned Cheng Chubi and the two Taoist priests with an apologetic look on his face, and left in a hurry.
Looking at the back of Qin Qiong's obviously very broad frame, it gives people a feeling of withering and desolation like an old tree that is about to decay.
"What's going on?" Cheng Chubi couldn't help but shouted at Qin Dali and asked.
Qin Dali's eyes were filled with tears. He looked at Qin Qiong's frivolous footsteps and bit his lip to bleed, but he did not dare to say a word.
"General Qin is such a hero. He is not afraid of life and death. Over the years, he has always longed to regain his former glory, leaping on horseback and crossing swords.
If I retreat at this time, I am afraid that in all likelihood, if something unexpected happens, I will worry about my old wife and young children having no one to protect them from the wind and rain..."
Yuan Tiangang's eye circles were a little red, he raised his head, took a breath and said harshly.
"...Do you really have to watch him suffer like this until he dies? I can really cure him. Why can't you trust me more?"
Cheng Chubi sucked in his sore nose and wanted to vent his anger, but couldn't.