Datang New Giants

Chapter 76 Missing
"The second child is called Miaoshou scholar Zhu Cong. Miaoshou means Miaoshou is empty-handed, and he is a thief. Just now, he took other people's money bags. The short fat horse king god Han Baoju is ranked third, and the village farmer named Chai Dan is ranked fourth. The woodcutter from Nanshan is Nan Xiren. The fifth is the thick, butcher-like man named Xiao Mi Tuo Zhang Asheng. The young man who looks like a small businessman is named Jinfa and is nicknamed Xiayin in the downtown area. The fisher girl is called Yue Nv Jian Han Xiaoying , obviously the youngest of the Jiangnan Seven Heroes."

"Although Ke Zhen'e is blind, his ears are very sensitive. When he heard a shout, he knew it was a woman. He sighed and said, Monk Jiao Mu, we were all killed by you. There are indeed women hiding in your temple. Jiao Mu was stunned, and immediately came to his senses, thinking that if he didn't notice his move, he would let the beast die of exhaustion, and unintentionally betrayed his friend."

Lu Ting was talking about the extremely influential biography of the Condor Shooting Heroes written by Mr. Jin in his previous life. After talking about the second chapter of Jiangnan Seven Monsters, he said tiredly: "Okay, it's almost time, I have to go back to the hotel too. gone."

The gong sounded for the closing of the East Market and the West Market, and the curfew will be enforced in seven quarters of an hour. I have to leave early. This is the Cheng Mansion, not the hostel. I will leave soon. Don’t wait for the owner to catch up. It will be bad for both parties. .

Just when he was getting ready, he suddenly found Cheng Yaojin, the demon king of the world, standing behind those servants, looking at him with a smile.

"I don't know Uncle Cheng's arrival, I'm sorry to welcome you, please forgive me." Lu Ting hurriedly saluted.

I was white, sitting and talking carelessly, and asked a prince to stand and listen. This prince was still Cheng Mowang, so unruly, Lu Ting's little heart beat a little fast.

"Brother Lu, you said it well, why don't you say it?" Cheng Chuliang came back to his senses and said anxiously, ignoring his own father.

Cheng Chumo also echoed: "It's really enjoyable to listen to, I can't go, I can't go."

"I want to listen, I want to listen, Aye, I still want to listen, I still want to listen." Cheng Chubi coquettishly dragged his nose.

Cheng Yaojin patted his youngest son on the head, and said with a smile: "San'er likes to listen, just listen, and remember to write thirty characters after listening, okay?"

"Okay." Cheng Chubi hesitated for a while, but curiosity overcame the fear of writing in the end.

After completing the deal with his youngest son, Cheng Yaojin said to Lu Ting, "My uncle has already called, so my family members will be free of these hypocrisy. This story is very good, and it is interesting to me. Come, sit, and continue." explain."

Cheng Yaojin pressed his hands on Lu Ting's shoulders, and Lu Ting felt an irresistible force, and sat down on the stone bench again.

"The gong for closing the market just now sounded. It's about the same time. The Jingjie drum will also sound in a while. Uncle Cheng, this junior really wants to say goodbye." Lu Ting stood up again while speaking.

Cheng Yaojin pressed both hands, pushed Lu Ting back on the stone bench again, and said with a smile: "You don't need to go back to the hotel, the old man has sent someone to pick up your luggage, servants and carriage, and you don't need to go anywhere." Go ahead, just keep telling the story here, keep going."

At this time, a servant brought a square stool for Cheng Yaojin to sit on.

No way, even the luggage and blessings have been brought to Cheng's residence?The action is too fast.

Lu Ting just thought for a while, and soon understood.

Seeing Li Er, the "meeting gift" was also sent up, and a few Youxia chickens were also sent. Just now, Cheng Demon King had been discussing with them in the study. Now that Li Er is gone, Cheng Yaojin came here, which means that Li Er's eldest grandson Wuji They left, but the reward that belonged to them did not come down, that is to say, Li Er had reservations about what he said, if he guessed correctly, he would have to investigate himself when he left, that is to say, he could not leave Qin Palace until the verification within sight.

It is reasonable for Cheng Yaojin to bring his luggage and people to Cheng's residence.

An ordinary person suddenly came to the door to mention such important news, no one recommended it, and no one guaranteed it, so he would definitely not accept it so easily. It is normal to investigate and collect evidence. All he can do now is wait, wait until Li Er finishes his investigation, Li Er received and rewarded him again.

Lu Ting's heart was as clear as a mirror, and he said with some trepidation: "Excuse me, Uncle Cheng, junior."

"Okay, it's settled like this. There are a lot of vacancies in the house, so you don't need to spend money on accommodation when you move here. With that money, wouldn't it be more practical to have a drink." Cheng Yaojin said indifferently.

No way, let yourself save money to drink flower wine?

Lu Ting was stunned when he heard the words, his mind was a little bit out of control, this thought is too open, how can an elder persuade his younger generation to drink flower wine, and even say in public that he is indeed Cheng Mowang.

"Thank you Uncle Cheng for your teaching." Lu Ting didn't know what to say, well, as long as you like it.

"Brother Lu Ting, speak quickly, speak quickly." Cheng Chubi shook Lu Ting's hand and said anxiously.

When Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang saw their father, they were like mice seeing a cat. If they could not speak, they would not say anything, for fear that they would make too many mistakes, and if they made a mistake, they would be punished. He also went to pull his old man's beard, saying that he is the heart of his parents, Cheng Mowang, who can do it without shouting, really can't do anything to his youngest son, and punishes him to write every time.

Not to mention, it's more effective than beating. Cheng Chubi is young, but he has a stubborn temper. He doesn't cry when his butt turns red from beating, but his face changes when he hears that he needs to write.

Lu Ting had no choice but to sit down again, and began to talk about the third desert wind and sand from memory.
Cheng's mansion in Wubenfang was telling stories, while Zheng Yanzhi in Shengyefang's Zheng's mansion, where dignitaries gathered, was concentrating on painting.

A principal came to Prince Qin's mansion, and he also brought a painter, hoping that Zheng Yanzhi could draw a portrait of Lu Ting, saying that King Qin wanted to reward him for his merits, and he was afraid of admitting the wrong person, so he sent someone to make a portrait. This kind of thing is left to the maidservant Hong Ling was fine, but after half an hour of tossing with the painters of the Qin Mansion, Hong Ling and the painter Zheng Yanzhi vetoed the picture she drew, and finally Zheng Yanzhi decided to paint it herself.

Ming is a hobby. As the eldest lady of the Zheng family in Xingyang, Zheng Yanzhi has learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child.

Liao Liao wrote a few strokes, and a familiar outline appeared vividly on the paper. Looking at the person on the paper, Zheng Yanzhi felt lost for a moment. It had been more than a month since she left Suzhou, and she hadn't seen the prodigal son for more than a month. I thought I couldn't remember his appearance, but I didn't expect to draw it naturally when I was painting.

Is it the reason why he entered his dream several times?

For some reason, the two always quarreled and scolded a lot when getting along. Zheng Yanzhi had the urge to pinch him to death several times, because sometimes he spoke outspokenly and made himself so angry. If it wasn't for his love for Mingsuan, he would have I don't want to see that prodigal son, I really left, but I always think of him unconsciously.

Chang'an City is bustling and bustling, but after the bustling and bustling, the unconcealable loneliness and loss, a feeling of being lost often lingers in my heart.

Looking at the familiar face in the painting, Zheng Yanzhi recalled every little thing she had with Lu Ting in Suzhou, especially some funny things, the corners of her mouth could not help but slightly upward, in fact, the prodigal son is quite good at making people happy, Some of the stories he told were also very attractive. Of course, that was when he was in a good mood or asked for himself.

The lady smiled.

Hong Ling on the side saw it, as if she had discovered something surprising, her eyes widened suddenly: Since leaving Suzhou, the young lady’s smile seemed to be left in Suzhou, and she was quiet every day, and she never showed a smiling face, or said I never saw her smile so beautifully, but now she is smiling.

That kind of smile from the heart is so beautiful.

When she saw the portrait on the paper, Hong Ling realized something, just shook her head with a wry smile, and quietly waited on her side without saying anything.

Zheng Yanzhi didn't notice Hong Ling's expression, she came back to her senses, concentrated on drawing on the paper seriously, and about a quarter of an hour later, a painting with both form and spirit was completed, and after seeing that there was no problem, she nodded in satisfaction and signaled Hong Ling and other paintings were handed over to the head of Qin Palace who was waiting outside the bead curtain.

"The painter's paintings don't look alike at all, so as not to blame Miss Ben for not cooperating when they find the wrong person." Zheng Yanzhi took the initiative to explain.

It is said that a picture is born from the heart, the first impression is very important, the painter's painting is ugly, maybe King Qin doesn't like it, and the rewards are less, Zheng Yan told herself that this is out of a friend's concern, after all, Lu Ting taught her He has a lot of calculation skills, and even gave himself the magic weapon of calculation.

not like?

Just now the painter did a pretty good job, but it’s not as handsome as the young lady’s painting. To say the least, it seems that the young lady’s picture is even more unreal, and the painting looks better than her own, Hong Ling thought to herself.

Just thinking about it, Hong Ling didn't dare to say it, and whispered: "Miss, Mr. Wang said that Wang Yushi from Taiyuan came to drink at the mansion, and asked the lady to change into the newly made clothes, and then salute Wang Yushi. After all, he is elder."

"No, just say I've got a bit of cold." Zheng Yanzhi's face turned cold, and she refused without thinking.

What kind of salute, it was clearly to let that Wang Yushi meet, Aye kept saying how good Wang Yushi's son was and how bright his future was, Zheng Yanzhi felt disgusted when she heard these things.

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