Before I knew it, someone had come to the palace to ask a few times, but Li Er drank back and waited outside, now that Qin Qiong had passed the danger and looked more energetic than before, Li Er got up and prepared to go back to the palace.

Qin Qiong and Wei Chi Jingde hurriedly got up and followed, Li Er turned around and pressed his hand and said with a smile: "This year, you will celebrate the New Year in your own mansion." ”

Qin Qiong hurriedly said: "How can this work, in previous years, General Wei Chi and I entered the palace......"

Li Er interrupted: "You have been in the palace for the New Year all these years, and you have no chance to reunite with your family, I feel a lot of guilt in my heart, you don't have to enter the palace this year, besides, your body has just improved, you have to cultivate well." ”

Wei Chi Jingde said in an urn voice: "My old black body is strong, General Qin is resting in the mansion, and I will enter the palace with Your Majesty." ”

Li Er shook his head and said with a smile: "Jingde also go back, you haven't been back for the New Year for many years, I'm afraid that those boys in your family are complaining in their hearts." ”

"They dare!"

Don't look at the few little black charcoal of Yu Chi's family who are lawless on weekdays, they act nonsense all day long, and they are not afraid of heaven and earth, but in front of Yu Chi Dasha, it is like a mouse seeing a cat, but it is the same as Cheng Chuliang in front of Lao Cheng.

In fact, Li Er also hoped that Qin Qiong and Wei Chi Jingde would enter the palace with him, but today he saw that Qin Qiong was seriously ill and still worried about entering the palace to guard the palace for himself, so he couldn't bear to let them enter the palace again.

Others didn't know why Qin Qiong and Wei Chi Jingde had to enter the palace for the New Year, but Wang Xiang guessed the reason.

The dignified Tang Emperor was unsettled because of the Xuanwu Gate incident, and he was haunted by nightmares and couldn't sleep, which is not something worth talking about. There is only Li Shimin in the entire Tang Dynasty. Empress Eldest Sun. Wei Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong knew about it, so naturally they all kept it a secret. Therefore, from an outsider's point of view, Qin Qiong and Wei Chi Jingde are deeply favored by the saints when they can enter the palace every year for the New Year, how can others have such treatment.

It was not early, thinking that Wu Shun and Xiao Lori were still waiting for him to go back for the New Year, Wang Xiang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Your Majesty, two generals, the minister has a reluctant request."

Heard Wang Xiang speak. Li Er, Wei Chi and Qin Qiong all looked at him suspiciously.

Seeing this, Wang Xiang laughed dryly and said: "That's the case, I heard a fortune teller say that General Wei Chi and Uncle Qin are brave, and they have killed countless enemies on the battlefield, and the ghosts and gods will retreat when they see it, if they can hang the portraits of the two generals on the gate, they can deter the ghosts and gods and expel the evil spirits, so I want to ask General Wei Chi and Uncle Qin for two portraits to go back." ”

Everyone was stunned as soon as these words came out, and Lao Cheng even came up and shouted: "Which fortune teller said that Da Hei Tan and Shu Bao are so powerful?" My old Cheng is also brave. Killed countless enemies, did the fortune teller mention my old Cheng? ”

Wang Xiang sweated in his heart. Lao Cheng is really not modest at all.

"This ...... I hadn't heard the fortune teller talk about it. ”

"What!"

Seeing Lao Cheng's eyes glaring angrily, everyone couldn't help but laugh, Li Er and Qin Qiong looked at Wang Xiang with a little strange gaze, and they vaguely felt that Wang Xiang's sudden mention of this matter seemed to have a deep meaning.

"Is what the fortune teller said true?"

Feeling Li Er's meaningful gaze, Wang Xiang was quite uncomfortable, and continued to pull it hard: "I don't know if it's true or not, but the fortune teller said that General Wei Chi and Uncle Qin are the gods of the door, so I want to ask for two portraits to go back and try." ”

"Door God?" Lao Cheng leaned over his head curiously: "I've only heard of the god of fire, the god of thunder, and the god of wealth, but I've never heard of the god of the door, what kind of god is the god of the door?" ”

Although Zi does not say the power of ghosts and gods, but the ancients are still very interested in the theory of ghosts and gods, when they heard Wang Xiang say that Yu Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong are immortals, they all looked at them curiously and wanted to find out, Yu Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong were even more surprised, neither of them knew that they were immortals.

"Well, I heard the fortune teller say that the door god is an immortal who specializes in guarding the house and warding off evil spirits."

As soon as the words fell, Lao Cheng laughed: "It turned out to be the fairy who watched the door, hahaha!" ”

Yu Chi Jingde's already swarthy face looked even darker, and he said loudly: "The door god is also an immortal, and your old Cheng is a mortal!" ”

Lao Cheng immediately stopped doing it, rolled up his sleeves and looked ready to fight at any time: "Who is a mortal!" Will I be mortal? Zixin, take a look, your Uncle Cheng is not a mortal! ”

Seeing that he was about to make a fuss again, Li Er coughed and said, "Okay, what kind of system is it to make such a fuss, the power of ghosts and gods is silent." ”

Li Er spoke, Lao Cheng and Wei Chi Jingde quieted down, and stared at each other unconvinced.

"Zixin wants the portrait of the two of you, what do you think?"

Wei Chi Jingde was deliberately angry with Lao Cheng, and after listening to Li Er's questioning, he said loudly: "What's the harm in giving him a portrait to guard the house and ward off evil spirits." ”

Qin Qiong naturally had no opinion.

Li Er seemed to be very interested in this matter, and immediately asked the eunuch who was waiting outside to enter the palace to summon the painter over, and painted the portraits of Yu Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong on the spot.

The painter was a middle-aged man in his thirties, and when he heard Li Er call his name, Wang Xiang knew that this person was the famous Yan Liben.

It is worthy of being a great painter, a few incense sticks of time, two portraits were drawn, the expression was lifelike, everyone praised after seeing it, only Wang Xiang felt very puzzled, although the expression was very vivid, but this person's appearance was too bad, it was really not flattering.

The style of Chinese painting is biased and not biased, Yan Liben's painting of Yu Chi Jingde and Qin Qiong, holding an iron shovel, horizontal eyebrows and angry eyes, does have a bit of a fierce and vicious appearance, but it is 108,000 miles away from the appearance of real people.

Yan Liben studied under everyone, the father and son were famous for their crafts and paintings, so they were naturally arrogant, and when they saw Wang Xiang in the crowd shaking his head slightly at the portrait he painted, he suddenly felt a little displeased.

He knew Wang Xiang's identity and knew that Wang Xiang was talented, but painting relied on talent and hard work, and he didn't think that a young man with a weak crown could have much success in painting.

"What does Master Hou think of my two portraits?"

Wang Xiang was looking at the portrait, and after listening to Yan Liben's question, he said casually: "The god is similar, but the shape is not similar." ”

As soon as the words fell, he heard a cold snort, and Wang Xiang reacted at this time, how could it be so good to hit others after the time that others had worked hard to paint a few sticks of incense, and hurriedly said: "The two portraits painted by Yan Painter are very good, very good." ”

Yan Liben was not satisfied with Wang Xiang's performance, he could hear the perfunctory meaning in Wang Xiang's words.

"Could it be that Hou Ye is also proficient in painting?"

Originally, it was a sincere apology, but seeing Yan Liben's proud and disdainful expression, Wang Xiang's anger was also aroused, it really didn't look like it, if it wasn't for a pair of iron maces in your hands, who knows who you painted......

"I don't dare to say that I am proficient, but I have only studied sketching for a few years." (To be continued.) )