Fengbei's home.

Zheng Xiu stayed until late at night.

He is constantly experimenting with the role of [Danqing Painting].

What made Zheng Xiu a little puzzled was that at present, it seemed that [Danqing Painting Technique] could really only be used for painting.

Zheng Xiu re-adapted to the attributes of Zheng Shan's incarnation, and finally succeeded in using the purgatory double knife to draw a picture on the snow - the scene of Fengbei touching Xiaofeng's head.

Of course, this can't really happen.

Because Fengbei touched the orange cat, the orange cat would die on the spot.

But if you draw a picture, it won't be good.

Drawing is naturally imaginative.

Zheng Xiu can even draw something else.

Zheng Xiu painted Fengbei more than ten times on the snow.

Fengbei is worthy of being the new treasure queen, and the Meng Nan who has peeked into the door of the [painter] seems to complement each other and are a natural pair. In just one night, [Danqing Painting Technique] was upgraded to "easy to play".

The [Danqing Painting Technique], which has been promoted to the realm of "ease and ease", does not show special thaumaturgy.

His painting of Fengbei is faster, more vivid, and more expressive.

But the Fengbei in the painting is still a painting, and it can't be conjured up into the real Fengbei.

It's as if the [Painter] has come to the end of the path, and he is still a painter, unable to give birth to some kind of extraordinary ability.

"Is it just an artist?"

Zheng Xiu felt unreasonable.

No reason.

Finally, when clearing the traces of painting in the snow, Zheng Xiu sat at the door of Fengbei's house, looking at the chain knife sticking out of the bones of his palms, and he was a little distracted.

His tools for painting are two large scimitars.

Naturally, it is not easy to use.

As a painter, how can he not have a pen?

"Can this nail trick conjure up a paintbrush?"

Zheng Xiu picked up the two big scimitars, looked at the black flames burning on the scimitars, and in the emotions of unwillingness, puzzlement, and doubt, canceled the [iQue] and returned to his consciousness.

Returning to the dungeon, Zheng Xiu couldn't help but sneak a glance at the four people on the handcuffed wall.

I saw that their clothes were soaked, but they were quiet and motionless.

He's dead?

At first, Zheng Xiu was startled by the four girls who were silent, thinking that it was too intense and wiped out the people. It wasn't until Zheng Xiu observed carefully and saw that Pingping's chest was still breathing, that he put his mind at ease and let them continue to hang on the wall.

Next.

Three poles on the sun.

Zheng Xiu slept a lot.

I didn't dream of the strange Fengbei last night, which made Zheng Xiu's spirit today far greater than yesterday.

Bang bang bang.

Someone knocked on the door early in the morning, Zheng Xiu rubbed his eyes and opened the door, only to see Zheng Erniang with a strange face and walked in with a big pot of soup.

"Why are you so disrespectful? Night Emperor four, aren't you afraid that your body won't be able to bear it? ”

The Four Maidens of the Night?

Can't bear it?

Zheng Erniang's face was slightly red, and she complained, but the snickering at the corner of her mouth exposed Zheng Erniang's true thoughts.

At first, Zheng Xiu didn't react at all, until he curiously lifted the lid of the pot, scooped it a few times, and saw that there were various precious medicinal materials in the golden soup, such as deer horn gum, wolfberry, actinolite, snow ginseng, and epimedium.

As soon as he pushed Zheng Erniang out of the room, unscrewed the mechanism and went straight to the dungeon, and when he put the panting four girls from the shackles, Zheng Xiu knew at that time that his reputation was in danger!

Zheng Erniang boiled the "Aphrodisiac Nine Gods Soup" early in the morning with such a strong taste, I am afraid that the whole Zheng family knows about it!

After a period of chaos.

At breakfast.

Squeak, Bobo, Pingping, and Lily bowed their heads and ate the pastries silently without saying a word.

Feng Bei hugged his shoulders and looked at Zheng Xiu's expression, which was unusually calm.

Zheng Erniang gave Zheng Xiu a full bowl of "Aphrodisiac Nine Divine Soup", and earnestly persuaded: "Master, drink a few more bowls." ”

Zheng Xiu covered his face: "If I said that we were just in the room last night, talking by candle and night and talking until dawn, you ...... Believe it? ”

When Fengbei heard this, he didn't say that he didn't believe it, got up calmly, and bowed his hand to Master Zheng: "Fengbei went to find the young master of the Zheng family and talked about something." ”

The three golden flowers lowered their eyebrows and lowered their heads, and the roots of their ears were red, but Pingping pointed to the bowl of aphrodisiac nine god soup with a grin: "Erniang, it smells so fragrant, can I take a sip?" ”

The princess of the Persian clan was greedy, and it was because of this bad problem that she fell into the hands of Master Zheng.

"What's the hurry!" Zheng Erniang slapped Pingping's hand away, she used to be like sisters, but now she has been gnawed by the master, and this relationship has to change. She pulled Pingping and whispered: "I said you, I know you have wanted to be Mrs. Zheng for a long time, but you, how can you, alas! Young man, don't be in a hurry! ”

Pingping wanted to say listen to my explanation, but when she looked back, ouch, no, what do we have to explain, isn't it a coincidence!

So Pingping pretended to bow her head shyly, muttered, and whispered in Erniang's ear that she would never starve the second young master of the Zheng family in the future.

Zheng Xiu looked at the current chaos and knew that he couldn't tell it at all. It's like glue falling on the crotch of the pants and paper next to it, and now no one will believe it when it is said that the milk accidentally splashed on the ground.

Helplessly, he hurriedly ate two mouthfuls, so he asked Erniang not to think about it, and was about to change the trumpet to find a way to explain to Fengbei, when someone came to the door, it was Zheng Erniang who made an appointment with the noodle master early in the morning.

Saving the face is a more popular trade, commonly known as "contouring", also known as "opening the face", but to put it bluntly, it is an ancient beauty technique. In the past, it was said that men shaved their heads and women saved their faces, but the noodle masters of the Daqian Dynasty took care of these two, both shaving their heads and saving their faces. Zheng Erniang arranged a lot of things early in the morning.

The noodle master, Xu Di, is also an old worker of the Zheng family, and has worked in the Zheng family's noodle shop for more than ten years. Fifty years old, he has been working in the Bang Mian line for 30 years. is known as the first face-saving person in the imperial city - of course, it is also a member of the Zheng family.

Legend has it that his father returned to Lao Wei's father, that is, the first emperor, during a private visit to Weifu, he saved the first emperor once, which was enough to glorify the ancestors.

On Fengbei's side, it was obvious that even if she dug the Zheng family three feet into the ground, it would be impossible for her to find Zheng Xi, so Zheng Xiu could only honestly accept Erniang's arrangement.

There are two meanings to save the face of Master Zheng, one is that Zheng Erniang thought that Zheng Xiu was finally going to start a family and start a business, and accepted four concubines - of course, Zheng Erniang never thought of including the four golden flowers into Zheng Xiu's main house, in Erniang's heart, those who can be worthy of Zheng Xiu's house are either princesses of the dynasty or princesses of foreign countries, and they have to be at this level in order to be right with the loyal martyrs.

Reclining on the chair, the noodle master pinched a sharp spatula in his hand to accurately trim Zheng Xiu's sideburns, beard, and facial hair. Zheng Xiu felt the blade slicing coldly across his face, looking at Master Xu's skillful movements, Zheng Xiu couldn't help but whisper, "Master Xu, can I ask you about your unique skills?" ”

"Isn't that it?" The corners of Xu Di's eyes were squeezed into crow's feet, and he smiled, revealing a row of smoky big yellow teeth.

"We're all insiders!" Zheng Xiu winked at Xu Di: "If you don't want to say it, then forget it, offend Master Xu!" ”

"How can it! The old man is serious! Lao Xu's little skill of withering insects, to put it bluntly, is not worth mentioning! Look at it! Xu Di obviously didn't mean to hide his clumsiness, but he saw Xu Di's razor light slightly, Zheng Xiu only felt a flower in front of him, and his face was cold, as if something had been scraped off.

Looking at Xu Di's hand again, there is an extra human skin face as thin as a cicada's wings!

"This is ......" Zheng Xiu touched his face, it was smooth and delicate, and the skin was even more than before, not like it felt like a layer of skin had been scraped off.

"A human skin mask, but only for half an hour." Xu Di rubbed the human skin mask into ashes in front of the master, signaling that he would not keep the old man's human skin mask in his hand, this move was to reassure the old man and not misunderstand.

Secretly admiring the thaumaturgical mystery of the [Saving Noodles] Doorway, the process of saving noodles is over.

Zheng Xiu looked in the mirror, this face-saving technique was outrageous, and even the pores couldn't be seen.

After completing the task, Zheng Xiu didn't care about the chatter and laughter of a few people in the dining room, and at this time he ran in to explain that it would only get darker and darker, but Zheng Xiu entered the dungeon, cut out the evil boy trumpet, and went to find Fengbei all over Zheng's house.

Fengbei is sitting alone by the lotus pond at the moment, the lotus flowers have already withered in winter, Fengbei is sitting silently, throwing stones into the water, splashing a circle of ripples.

"You're here."

When Fengbei saw the young man, he got up and asked, "Where is your father?" ”

"Ahem, I just passed over there, my cousin, Zheng Xiu, he said that last night's incident was indeed a big misunderstanding." Zheng Xiu himself knew that this topic had turned very bluntly, so he said it head-on.

Wait a minute, what am I doing with a weak heart.

Feng Bei shook his head: "It has nothing to do with me." She glanced at the boy strangely: "With you...... What's the point? ”

"Zheng's style has always been innocent, how can it be misunderstood!" Zheng Xiu said sadly.

Feng Bei shook his head again and smiled: "It's okay." She didn't seem to be interested in Zheng Xiu himself at all, and the word "okay" ended the topic, but asked with a smile: "What about your father?" I'm talking about...... Zheng Shan's predecessors. ”

Zheng Xiu saw that Fengbei was reluctant to mention himself, and his mood was two. One is relieved, and the other is vaguely lost.

What is relieved is that Fengbei no longer associates the two vests with Zheng Xiu.

But what is disappointing is that it seems that in Fengbei's heart, Zheng Shoufu's reputation has been severely persecuted.

Miserable.

Agree with Fengbei that the trumpet [Zheng Shan] is downstairs in Fengbei's house...... No, after meeting on the side of the official road at the foot of the mountain, Fengbei said goodbye to the Zheng family one by one, and left the Zheng family in a blink of an eye.

Yueyan and Douqi had already carried their bags and black boxes, and there were ravens standing on their shoulders, waiting at the special post station in the night.

What made Yueyan and Dou Qi puzzled was that this time Fengbei asked for a carriage, Dou Qi drove, and Yueyan rode a horse, led a horse behind him, plus the one who pulled the cart, a total of three fast horses, and left the imperial city.

The next destination is Shuzhou.