Fengbei's home.
Zheng Xiu stayed until late at night.
He is constantly experimenting with the role of [Danqing Painting Technique].
What makes Zheng Xiu a little puzzled is that currently [Danqing Painting Technique] seems to be really only used for painting.
Zheng Xiu re-adapted to the attributes of Zheng Shan's incarnation, and finally succeeded in using the double swords of purgatory to draw a picture on the snow - the scene of Feng Bei touching Xiao Feng's head.
Of course this scene can't really happen.
Because Fengbei touched the orange cat, the orange cat would die on the spot.
But it won't do anything to draw a picture.
Painting is naturally full of imagination.
Zheng Xiu can even draw something else.
Zheng Xiu drew Fengbei on the snow more than ten times.
Feng Bei is indeed the new treasure queen, and the handsome man who has peeked into the [painter] door seems to complement each other and is a perfect match. In just one night, [Painting Skills] improved to "with ease".
The [Danqing Painting Technique] that has been promoted to the level of "effort and ease" does not show any special thaumaturgy.
His painting of Fengbei was faster, more lifelike, and more expressive.
But the Fengbei in the painting is still a painting, and the real Fengbei cannot be transformed.
It's as if [Painter]'s path has come to an end, and he is still a painter, unable to produce some extraordinary power.
"Is it just a painter?"
Zheng Xiu thinks it makes no sense.
No reason.
Finally, while cleaning the traces of painting in the snow, Zheng Xiu sat at the door of Fengbei's house, looking at the chain knives protruding from the bones of both hands, somewhat lost in thought.
The tools he used for painting were two large scimitars.
Naturally, it is not easy to use.
As a painter, how could he not have a pen?
"Can this magic weapon turn into a paintbrush?"
Zheng Xiu swung two large scimitars and looked at the black flames igniting on the scimitars. In a mood of reluctance, confusion, and confusion, he canceled [fugue] and returned to his original body.
Returning to the dungeon, Zheng Xiu couldn't help but glance at the four people cuffed on the wall.
Their clothes were soaked, but they were quiet and motionless.
died?
At first, Zheng Xiu was startled by the four silent girls. He thought it was too intense and killed them all. It wasn't until Zheng Xiu observed carefully and saw Pingping's chest rising and falling that she still had breath, that he felt relieved and allowed them to continue hanging on the wall.
The next day.
Three poles in the sun.
Zheng Xiu had a good sleep.
He didn't dream about the strange Feng Bei last night, which made Zheng Xiu feel more energetic today than yesterday.
Bang bang bang.
Someone knocked on the door early in the morning. Zheng Xiu rubbed his eyes and opened the door. He saw Zheng Erniang with a strange look on her face and walked in with a large pot of soup.
"Why are you so ignorant of propriety? Are you afraid of the four Ye Yu people that your body can't bear it?"
The four ladies of the Night Palace?
Can't bear it?
Zheng Erniang's face turned red and she complained, but the snicker at the corner of her mouth revealed Zheng Erniang's true thoughts.
Zheng Xiu didn't react at all at first, until he curiously opened the lid of the pot, took a few spoons, and saw that the golden soup contained various precious medicinal materials such as deer antler gum, wolfberry, actinolite, snow ginseng, and epimedium. Huo, when he stewed pork belly, deer penis, and eggs, Zheng Xiu was choked by the strong smell of the medicine and broke into a cold sweat. He thought to himself: It's broken!
He pushed Zheng Erniang out of the room, turned on the mechanism and went straight to the dungeon. When he released the panting four girls from the shackles, Zheng Xiu knew at that time that his reputation was at stake!
The "Aphrodisiac Nine Gods Soup" cooked by Zheng Erniang early in the morning has such a strong taste that the whole Zheng family may know about it!
After a period of chaos.
During breakfast.
Zhizhi, Bobo, Pingping, and Lily lowered their heads and ate the cakes silently without saying a word.
Feng Bei crossed his shoulders and looked at Zheng Xiu with an unusually calm expression.
Zheng Erniang gave Zheng Xiu a full bowl of "Nine Gods Soup for Strengthening Yang" and earnestly advised, "Master, drink a few more bowls."
Zheng Xiu covered his face: "If I said that we were just in the room last night, holding a candle and talking until dawn, would you... believe it?"
When Feng Bei heard this, he didn't say he didn't believe it. He stood up calmly and raised his hands to Master Zheng: "Feng Bei went to see the young master of the Zheng family. We have something to discuss."
The three golden flowers lowered their eyebrows and lowered their heads, and their ears were red. Only Pingping pointed at the bowl of aphrodisiac nine-god soup: "Second mother, it smells so good. Can I have a sip?"
The princess of the Persian clan was greedy, and it was because of this bad habit that she fell into the hands of Master Zheng.
"What's the hurry!" Zheng Erniang swatted Pingping's hand away. She used to love her sisters, but now they are both bitten by the master, and this relationship has to change. She pulled Pingping and whispered: "I'm talking about you, I know you have wanted to be Mrs. Zheng for a long time, but how can you, alas! Young people, don't be too hasty!"
Pingping originally wanted to hear my explanation, but when she thought about it, she thought, Oh no, we have nothing to explain, isn’t this a coincidence!
So Pingping pretended to be shy, lowered her head, hummed, and whispered in Erniang's ear that she would never starve the second young master of the Zheng family in the future.
When Zheng Xiu looked at the chaos, he knew that he couldn't explain it at all. Just like if there is glue on the crotch and paper on the side, no one will believe it now if you accidentally spill milk on the floor while drinking milk.
Reluctantly, he ate a few mouthfuls in a hurry and told Er Niang not to think too much. Just as he was about to switch to a smaller one and think of a way to explain to Feng Bei, someone came to the door. It was the noodle-twisting master that Zheng Er Niang had arranged for earlier in the morning.
Face-lifting is a relatively popular profession, commonly known as "face-shaping" or "face-opening", but to put it bluntly, it is an ancient beauty technique. In the past, there was a common saying that men shaved their heads and women pulled their faces, but the face-shaving masters of the Daqian Dynasty did both, both shaving their heads and pulling their faces. Zheng Erniang arranged a lot of things early in the morning.
The noodle maker, Xu Di, is also an old worker of the Zheng family. He has worked in the Zheng family's noodle shop for more than ten years. He is over fifty and has been working in the face-saving industry for thirty years. He is known as the number one face saver in the imperial city - of course he is also a member of the Zheng family.
Legend has it that his father, the late emperor, who was given back to Lao Wei by his father's generation, helped the late emperor once during a private visit in disguise, which was enough to honor the ancestors.
It was obvious to Feng Bei that she would not be able to find Zheng E even if she dug up the ground of Zheng's house three feet, so Zheng Xiu could only accept Er Niang's arrangement honestly.
The meaning of saving face for Mr. Zheng has two meanings. First, Zheng Erniang thought that Zheng Xiu was finally going to start a family and start a business, so she took in four concubines. Of course, Zheng Erniang never thought of including four golden flowers in Zheng Xiu's main house. In my mother's heart, the person who is worthy of Zheng Xiu's room must be either a princess of the current dynasty or a princess from a foreign country. She must be of this level to be able to compete with the Zhonglie Marquis.
Lying on the chair, the face-cutting master held a sharp scraper in his hand and accurately shaved Zheng Xiu's temples, beard, and facial hair. Zheng Xiu felt the coolness of the blade across his face. Looking at Master Xu's skillful movements, Zheng Xiu couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Master Xu, can I ask you about your unique skill?"
"Isn't that what it is?" Xu Di squeezed the corners of his eyes into crow's feet and smiled, revealing a row of smoky yellow teeth.
"We are all members of the sect!" Zheng Xiu winked at Xu Di: "If you don't want to say it, forget it, it will offend Master Xu!"
"How can you not! The master is serious! Frankly speaking, Lao Xu's little tricks are not worth mentioning! Look at it carefully!" Xu Di obviously had no intention of hiding his clumsiness, and Xu Di's razor shone slightly. Zheng Xiu felt his eyes blurred and his face went cold, as if something had been scratched off.
Looking at Xu Di's hand, there was actually a piece of human skin as thin as a cicada's wings!
"This is..." Zheng Xiu touched his face. It was smooth and delicate, and his skin was even better than before. It didn't feel like a layer of skin had been shaved off.
"The human skin mask can only be used for half an hour." Xu Di rubbed the human skin mask into dust in front of the master, indicating that he would not keep the master's human skin mask in his hands. This move was to make the master Don't worry, don't get me wrong.
Secretly admiring the miraculous magic of the [face-saving] method, the process of face-saving is over.
When Zheng Xiu looked in the mirror, his face-lifting technique was outrageous, and even his pores were invisible.
Zheng Xiu had a facial treatment as if he had completed the task. He ignored the chatter and laughter of several people in the dining room. At this time, running in to explain would only make it darker and darker. Zheng Xiu had no choice but to enter the dungeon and cut out the villain's little boy. No., Manzheng's residence is full of people looking for Fengbei.
Feng Bei was sitting alone by the lotus pond at the moment. The lotus flowers had already withered in the winter. Feng Bei sat silently, throwing stones into the water, causing ripples.
"You came."
When Feng Bei saw the young man, he stood up and asked, "Where is your father?"
"Ahem, I just passed over there. My cousin, Zheng Xiu, said that what happened last night was indeed a huge misunderstanding." Zheng Xiu himself knew that the topic was being changed very abruptly, so he said it bravely.
Wait a minute, I feel guilty. What is Feng Bei doing?
Feng Bei shook her head: "It has nothing to do with me." She glanced at the boy strangely: "What does it have to do with you...?"
"Zheng's character has always been pure, how could he be misunderstood!" Zheng Xiu said sadly.
Feng Bei shook his head again and smiled: "It doesn't matter." She didn't seem to be interested in Zheng Xiu at all. She ended the topic with the word "It doesn't matter." Instead, she asked with a smile: "Where is your father? I'm talking about... Zheng Good senior."
Zheng Xiu felt divided when he saw that Feng Bei was unwilling to mention him. One is relieved, and the other is vaguely disappointed.
What is reassuring is that Feng Bei no longer associates the two vests with Zheng Xiu.
But unfortunately, it seems that in Fengbei's heart, Zheng's richest man Feng Ping was severely persecuted.
awful.
After meeting with Feng Bei at the downstairs of Feng Bei's house... no, by the official road at the foot of the mountain, Feng Bei said goodbye to the Zheng family one by one and left the Zheng family in the blink of an eye.
Yue Yan and Dou Xie have already packed their bags and black boxes, with raven on their shoulders, waiting at Ye Weiyang's dedicated inn.
What puzzled Yueyan and Dou Xie was that this time Fengbei asked for a carriage, Dou Xie drove the carriage, while Yueyan rode one and led another behind him, plus the person pulling the carriage, the total Three fast horses left the imperial city.
The next destination is Shuzhou.
