man sanctified in death row vest

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 the [Danqing Painting Technique] seems to really only be used for painting.

Zheng Xiu re-adapted to the various attributes of Zheng Shan's incarnation, and finally succeeded in drawing a picture on the snow with the Purgatory Swords—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 doesn't matter if you draw a picture.

Painting is naturally full of imagination.

Jung Soo can even draw something else.

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

Fengbei is worthy of being the new queen of treasures, and the macho man who has seen the way of the "painter" seems to complement each other and make a perfect match.In just one night, [Danqing Painting Technique] was upgraded to "handy with ease".

The [Danqing Painting Technique] that has been promoted to the state of "handy with ease" did not show any special thaumaturgy.

The Fengbei he painted is faster, more lifelike, and more vivid.

But the Fengbei in the painting is still a painting, and it cannot be transformed into the real Fengbei.

It seems that the [painter] path has come to an end, and he is still a painter, unable to give birth to some kind of extraordinary ability.

"Is it just a painter?"

Zheng Xiu felt unreasonable.

There is no reason.

In the end, when cleaning up the traces of painting on the snow, Zheng Xiu sat in front of Fengbei's house, looking at the chain knife protruding from the bones of his palms, a little lost in thought.

His tools for painting are two large machetes.

Naturally, it was difficult to use.

As a painter, how could he not have a pen?
"Can this Jiazi monster turn into a paintbrush?"

Zheng Xiu brandished two large scimitars, looked at the black flames burning on the scimitars, and in the mood of unwillingness, bewilderment, and doubt, canceled [Fugue] and returned to his body.

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

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

died?

At first, Zheng Xiu was taken aback by the four girls who were silent, thinking it was too intense and killed them all.It wasn't until Zheng Xiu observed carefully and saw that Pingping's chest was rising and falling that she was still breathing, he was relieved and allowed them to continue hanging on the wall.

The next day.

Three poles in the sun.

Zheng Xiu had a full sleep.

Last night, he didn't dream of the weird Feng Bei again, which made Zheng Xiu's energy far higher today 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 came in with a strange expression, carrying a big pot of soup.

"Why are you so ignorant? Ye Yu four, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to bear it?"

Ye Yu four daughters?

Can't take it anymore?
Zheng Erniang's face was reddish, and she complained, but the snicker at the corner of her mouth revealed Zheng Erniang's true inner thoughts.

At first, Zheng Xiu didn't react at all, until he lifted the lid of the pot curiously, took a few spoonfuls, and saw that there were all kinds of precious medicinal materials in the golden soup, such as deer antler gum, wolfberry fruit, actinolite, snow ginseng, epimedium Huo, when the pork belly, deer penis, and eggs were boiled, Zheng Xiu was choked by the strong smell of the medicine and broke into a cold sweat, thinking: Broken!

He pushed Zheng Erniang out of the room, turned on the mechanism and went straight to the dungeon, and when he released the panting fourth daughter from the shackles, Zheng Xiu knew at that time that his reputation would be lost!
Zheng Erniang cooked the "Yangyang Nine Gods Soup" early in the morning. The taste is so strong that the whole Zheng family may know it!
After a period of chaos.

At breakfast.

Zhizhi, Bobo, Pingping, and Lily lowered their heads and ate the pastries in silence without saying a word.

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

Zheng Erniang spooned a full bowl of "Nine Gods Soup for Strengthening Yang" to Zheng Xiu, and earnestly persuaded: "Master, drink more bowls."

Zheng Xiu covered his face: "If I said that we were just in the room last night, holding candlelight and talking until dawn, would you... believe it?"

When Feng Bei heard the words, he didn't believe it, got up calmly, and lightly bowed his hands to Master Zheng: "Feng Bei went to find the young master of the Zheng family to talk about something."

The three golden flowers lowered their eyebrows, their ears turned red, but Pingping pointed at the bowl of yang-strengthening Jiushen soup: "Er Niang, 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 slapped Pingping's hand away. She used to love her as sisters, but now she's been gnawed by the master. 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 people, don't act too hastily!"

Pingping originally wanted to ask me to explain, but when she looked back, she thought, oh no, we have something to explain, isn't it a coincidence!

So Pingping bowed her head shyly, hummed, and whispered in Erniang's ear that she would never starve the Zheng family's second young master in the future.

Zheng Xiu looked at the chaos in front of him and knew that he was completely confused.Just like glue on the crotch and paper next to it, no one will believe you if you accidentally spilled milk when you drink milk.

Reluctantly, he ate a few mouthfuls in a hurry, so he told Erniang not to think too much, and was about to change the trumpet to find a way to explain to Fengbei, when someone came at the door, it was Zheng Erniang's face-lifting master who had been invited early in the morning.

Pulling face is a relatively popular business, commonly known as "contouring", also known as "opening face", but to put it bluntly, it is an ancient cosmetology.In the past, it was said that men shave their heads and women pull their faces, but the masters of the Daqian Dynasty took care of both, shaving their heads and pulling their faces.Zheng Erniang arranged a lot of things early in the morning.

The face-rolling master, Xu Di, is also an old worker of the Zheng family, who has worked in the Zheng family's noodle shop for more than ten years.He is over 30 years old and has worked in the noodle industry for [-] years.Known as the No. [-] face-roller in the Imperial City—of course, he is also a member of the Zheng family.

Legend has it that back then his father gave back to Old Wei's father, that is, the late emperor. During a private visit in Weifu, he helped the late emperor once, which was enough to honor his ancestors.

From Fengbei's side, it was obvious that she would not be able to find Zheng E even if she dug the Zheng family three feet into the ground, so Zheng Xiu could only accept Erniang's arrangement honestly.

There are two meanings to holding Mrs. Zheng's face. One is that Zheng Erniang thought that Zheng Xiu was finally going to get married and start a business, so she accepted four concubines—of course, Zheng Erniang never thought of bringing the four golden flowers into Zheng Xiu's main house. In Mother's mind, the one who is worthy of Zheng Xiufang's house is either a princess of the current dynasty or a princess of a foreign country. Only at this level can he be a good match with Marquis Zhonglie.

The second is that Master Zheng is about to return to prison, and Master Zheng is a respectable person no matter where he goes.

Lying reclined on the chair, the face-rolling master held a sharp scraper in his hand to accurately shave Zheng Xiu's sideburns, beard, and fine hair on his face.Zheng Xiu felt the coolness of the blade across his face, and seeing Master Xu's skillful movements, Zheng Xiu couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Master Xu, can I ask about your unique skills?"

"Isn't that what it is?" Xu Di's eyes were squeezed into crow's feet, and he smiled, revealing a row of smoked rhubarb teeth.

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

"How can it be! The master is serious! Old Xu's petty skills are not worth mentioning to put it bluntly! You look after it!" Xu Di obviously didn't mean to hide his clumsiness, only to see Xu Di's razor light up slightly, and Zheng Xiu just I felt blurred in front of my eyes and a chill on my face, as if something had been scraped off.

Looking at Xu Di's hand, there is actually a skin as thin as a cicada's wing!
"This is..." Zheng Xiu touched his face, it was smooth and delicate, and the skin was even better than before, it didn't look like a layer of skin had been scraped off.

"The human skin mask, but it can only be used for half an hour." Xu Di rubbed the human skin mask into ashes in front of the master, indicating that he would not keep the master's human skin mask in his hand. Don't worry, don't get me wrong.

Secretly admiring the thaumaturgy of the [Mian Mian] method, the process of pulling the face is over.

When Zheng Xiu looked in the mirror, the facial pulling technique was outrageous, even the pores could not be seen.

As if completing the task, he did a facial health care. Zheng Xiu didn't care about the chattering laughter from a few people in the dining room. No., Man Zheng residence to find Feng Bei.

Feng Bei is sitting alone by the lotus pond at the moment, the winter lotus has withered long ago, Feng Bei sits silently, throwing stones into the water, splashing circles of ripples.

"You came."

Seeing the young man, Fengbei stood up and asked, "Where's your father?"

"Ahem, I just passed by. My cousin, Zheng Xiu, said that what happened last night was indeed a huge misunderstanding." Zheng Xiu himself knew that the topic was being turned very bluntly, so he said boldly.

Wait a minute, what is Fengbei doing with a guilty conscience.

Feng Bei shook her head: "It has nothing to do with me." She gave the young man a strange look: "What does it have to do with you...?"

"The Zheng family has always been innocent, how can it be misunderstood!" Zheng Xiu said sadly.

Feng Bei shook her head again, and smiled: "It's okay." She didn't seem to be interested in Zheng Xiu himself at all. The word "It's okay" ended the topic, and instead asked with a smile: "Where's your father? I'm talking about... Zheng Xiu Good old man."

Seeing that Fengbei didn't want to mention himself, Zheng Xiu felt divided.One is reassurance, and the other is a little bit lost.

Rest assured that Fengbei no longer associates the two vests with Zheng Xiu.

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

awful.

I made an appointment with Fengbei that the trumpet [Zheng Shan] would be downstairs at Fengbei's house...no, after meeting by the official road at the foot of the mountain, Fengbei bid farewell to several members of the Zheng family one by one, and left the Zheng family in a blink of an eye.

Yueyan and Douxie had already packed their bags and black boxes, and with Raven standing on their shoulders, they were waiting at Yeweiyang's special station.

What puzzled Yueyan and Douxie was that this time Fengbei asked for a carriage, and Douxie drove it, while Yueyan rode one and led another behind her. Three fast horses left the imperial city.

The next destination is - Shuzhou.