The First Family of Tang Dynasty

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Entered the studio, gave the soup to Yan Liben to drink, and took advantage of this opportunity.

Wen said that he promised his eldest sister to let her engrave and print the painting.

After that, Wen looked at Yan Liben, who was holding the soup bowl and stunned with a pitiful face.

"...Husband, husband?"

"Madam, how many did you say?" Yan Liben swallowed the last mouthful of soup and asked.

"Husband, my concubine told my eldest sister that this is a painting by the husband, and you can't print more..."

"Why can't you print more?" Yan Liben couldn't help feeling a little anxious, patted the case with a big hand and stood up.

"Print, your brother-in-law wants to print as much as you want. But one thing, it must be printed vividly, and the portrait must be lifelike."

"???" Wen's whole person was dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the husband who was standing in front of him, suddenly becoming energetic.

This is a few days of work, and I have never seen my husband so emotional.

"By the way, the picture that my husband gave you, give it to those craftsmen to figure out, I'm afraid it will be easily damaged."

"But it's okay, I will paint you two more pictures for your husband."

"...No, husband, wait a minute, don't you blame your concubine?" Wen was a little scared, always feeling that there was something wrong with her husband's current situation.

Yan Liben also noticed his strangeness, well, he was overjoyed.

In the past few days, every time I thought that I had to be forced to draw another picture for Cheng Chubi that day.

As a result, the kid actually wanted to add that object on it, which was simply a blasphemy and defilement of the art of painting.

So that after returning to the mansion, Yan Liben has been upset for the past few days.

But after that, there were rumors that Cheng Yaojin exchanged the pockmarked face for the sake of Chang.

The specially created picture of "Cheng Yaojin and Liu Xiaojin Town House Avoiding Evil" was regarded as a treasure that I cried and screamed to give him.

It was still publicized at the family banquet held by his elder Cheng to enter the official office, and now it is almost known to the public and the public.

Yan Li's instinctual three-corpse **** violently jumped, and he wanted to paint thirty or fifty pictures of Cheng Yaojin's family, plastering the doors and windows of his house.

It's best to put a sticker on even the hut. But the problem, if it spreads out, it will inevitably damage one's own reputation.

But this breath was hard to swallow. As a result, he didn't expect that the actions of the wife's brother-in-law did indeed allow Yan Liben to see another way to vent his fire.

Yan Liben smiled freely, calmly and comfortably.

"Blame you for doing so, if you think this thing can suppress the evil, this is naturally a good thing. For your husband, naturally you have to support..."

Seeing her husband's face lightened, Wen also breathed a sigh of relief and responded to her husband with a sweet smile, but the next moment, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"But husband, that great evil...Well, General Cheng, will you blame the guilty husband?"

Yan Liben raised his brows. "Ha...General Cheng is very fond of this painting.

If I think about it, I will definitely not mind the spread of my own image in the market. "

"Tell your brother-in-law, the more you print, the better. Three to five thousand copies are not too small, and three to fifty thousand copies are not too much."

Wen felt a pain in his heart when he looked at the husband who was still gnashing his teeth while he was talking.

"Husband, did the villain provoke you again?"

"It has nothing to do with him, but it has something to do with his son. Not to mention... It's still early today, let's go and visit your sister and brother-in-law for my husband."

"But before that..." Yan Liben raised his eyebrows and raised his paintbrush, full of fighting spirit.

"I'm going to draw one more picture. It will definitely be more beautiful than the previous ones. How about giving it to your sister?"

"Ah? Oh... a good husband." Wen looked at the talented husband with a full face and gritted his teeth and brushed his ink.

It's all to blame on the family surnamed Cheng, making the husband, who has always been upright and arrogant, anxious. It's really...

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"Older Zhao, the time is up, let's go." After Cheng Chubi nodded towards the old Zhao, he quickly left the ward.

"Xian'er, let's go..." Elder Zhao was quite uneasy in his heart, but he was extraordinarily looking forward to the operation that would make his pain go away.

Zhao Xian hurriedly lifted the urinal next to the urinary tube, holding Elder Zhao with his other hand, and walked towards the operating room not far away, standing in the center of the open space.

Elder Zhao wears a hospital gown for surgery, which of course is customized according to Cheng Chubi's request.

This is certainly not the bad taste of Cheng Laosan, but because the hospital gown is two pieces, which is far easier to put on and take off than the robe.

After entering the operating room, he saw Cheng Chubi and his party who were already fully armed.

Seeing this group of people in white clothes and white hats, dressed up with white masks on their faces, the old man Zhao felt that his legs were a little soft for no reason.

Will it be unlucky? Elder Zhao wanted to vomit such a sentence, but after all, he just thought about it.

The pale-faced Elder Zhao sat on the operating table with a hesitant appearance. It seemed that it was preoperative anxiety.

Cheng Chubi handed over the bowl of hemp. "Elder Zhao, if you want to regret, this disease won't heal."

Hearing this, Elder Zhao took a deep breath, and took the Ma Fei San that was mixed with the smell of medicine and spirits.

Zhao Xian watched his father raised his neck eagerly, and drank the hemp in one sip.

"Thank you, Master Cheng, next, I will ask you."

Cheng Chubi nodded slightly and handed the empty bowl to Cheng Laoqi, who was next to him, and motioned to Zhao Xian and himself to raise old Zhao's posture.

Not long after waiting, Elder Zhao's breathing began to become soothing and long.

Cheng Chubi took a deep breath and scanned the people in the operating room.

This time, Cheng Liang and Zhao Xian stood aside to assist, doing some rough work such as hooking.

However, the four, five and six are still performing their duties. As for Sun and Yuan, the two Taoist leaders, finally cheekyly rubbed into the operating room to observe.

As for Li Ke, the prince appointed by Li Shimin to supervise the formation, he still stands behind the first layer of veil.

"Prepare, you all remember, during the operation, be sure not to make any noises. Do you understand all actions by following my instructions?"

After hearing everyone's unanimous answers, Cheng Chubi nodded in satisfaction.

He picked up the scalpel and started the first prostatectomy during the Tang Dynasty's Zhenguan period.

The operation location is not large, and the surgical field of view is very narrow. Except for Cheng Chubi, almost no one can see clearly what is going on at the site where Cheng Chubi performs the operation.

The two Taoist chiefs stood not far from Cheng Chubi~www.readwn.com~ their necks were stretched sore, and it was difficult to see clearly, so they could only continue to squat on the spot angrily.

Accompanied by Cheng Chubi's voice, a handle of instruments, gauze, and cotton balls...

These were the surgical tools Cheng Chubi used to solve the patient's pain, and everyone kept quiet.

In my ears, I can occasionally hear the slight sound of collision and friction of metal equipment.

Finally, when beads of sweat began to soak in the forehead, Cheng Chubi relied on the sunlight coming in near noon.

In the surgical field of vision, I saw the prostate exposed to my sight...