Yipin Tang

Chapter 245 The Door God
Before you knew it, it was the time of You, and people from the palace had come to inquire several times, but they were all stopped by Li Er and waited outside. Now that Qin Qiong had passed the danger, and seemed to be more energetic than before, Li Er got up and prepared to go back. palace.

Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde hurriedly got up to follow, Li Er turned his head and pressed his hands and said with a smile: "This year you will celebrate the New Year in your own residence."

Qin Qiong said anxiously: "How can this work? In previous years, General Yuchi and I entered the palace..."

Li Er interrupted: "All these years you have spent the New Year in the palace, and you have not had the opportunity to reunite with your family. I feel so guilty in my heart. You don't have to enter the palace this year. Besides, your health has just recovered. You should take care of yourself." Cultivate yourself."

Yuchi Jingde said in a low voice: "My old black body is strong, General Qin is resting in the mansion, I will enter the palace with His Majesty."

Li Er shook his head and said with a smile: "Jingde should go back too, you haven't been back home for the New Year for many years, I'm afraid those boys in your family are complaining about me in their hearts."

"They dare!"

Don't look at the little Heitan of Yuchi's family who are lawless and run amok all day long, not afraid of the sky and the earth, but in front of Yuchi Dasha, they are like a mouse meeting a cat, and they are like Cheng Chuliang in front of Lao Cheng.

In fact, Li Er also hoped that Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde would enter the palace with him, but seeing that Qin Qiong was seriously ill and wanted to enter the palace to guard his bedroom, his heart was touched, so he couldn't bear to let them enter the palace again.

Others didn't know why Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde insisted on entering the palace to celebrate the New Year, but Wang Xiang guessed the reason.

The majestic emperor of the Tang Dynasty was troubled by the matter of Xuanwumen, and he was haunted by nightmares and had trouble falling asleep. This is not something worth talking about. Only Li Shimin, Empress Changsun, Yuchi Jingde and Qin Qiong in the entire Tang Dynasty knew about it, so naturally they kept it secret.Therefore, from the perspective of outsiders, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde's ability to enter the palace every year to celebrate the New Year is a blessing from the holy family, how can others receive such treatment.

It was getting late, Wang Xiang shook his head and gave a wry smile when he thought that Wushun and Xiao Luoli were still waiting for him to go back to celebrate the New Year.

"Your Majesty, the two generals, I have an unfeeling request."

Hearing Wang Xiang's words, Li Er, Yuchi and Qin Qiong all looked at him suspiciously.

Seeing this, Wang Xiang laughed dryly and said, "That's it. I heard from a fortune teller that General Yuchi and Uncle Qin were very brave. Above the gate can frighten ghosts and gods and expel evil spirits, so I want to ask General Yuchi and Uncle Qin for two portraits."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned, and Lao Cheng even came up and shouted: "Which fortune teller said that Da Heitan and Shubao are so powerful? My old Cheng is also very brave and has killed countless enemies. The fortune teller Did you mention my old Cheng?"

Wang Xiang sweated in his heart, Lao Cheng really wasn't humble at all.

"This... I haven't heard that fortune teller talk about it."

"what!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw Lao Cheng's eyes glaring with anger. Li Er and Qin Qiong looked at Wang Xiang with strange eyes. They felt that Wang Xiang's sudden mention of this matter seemed to have some deep meaning.

"Is what the fortune teller said true?"

Sensing Li Er's meaningful gaze, Wang Xiang was quite uncomfortable, so he bit the bullet and continued to talk: "I don't know if it's true or not, but the fortune teller said that General Yuchi and Uncle Qin are the door gods, so I want to ask for two portraits to go back and try." try."

"Door God?" Lao Cheng moved his head curiously: "I've only heard of the God of Vulcan, the God of Thunder, and the God of Wealth, but I've never heard of the Door God. What kind of god is the Door God?"

Although Zizi didn't talk about the power of ghosts and gods, the ancients were still very interested in the theory of ghosts and gods. When Wang Xiang said that Yuchi Jingde and Qin Qiong were immortals, they all looked at them curiously and wanted to find out. People were even more surprised, neither of them knew that they were descended from immortals.

"Uh, I heard from the fortune teller that the door god is a deity who specializes in guarding the house and warding off evil spirits."

As soon as the words were finished, Lao Cheng burst out laughing: "So it's the gatekeeper, hahaha!"

Yuchi Jingde's already swarthy face looked even darker, and he said loudly: "The door god is also a god, and your old Cheng is a mortal!"

Old Cheng quit immediately, rolled up his sleeves and looked ready to fight at any time: "Who is a mortal! I, Old Cheng, will be a mortal? Zixin, take a look, is your Uncle Cheng a mortal!"

Seeing that there was going to be a commotion again, Li Er coughed and said, "Okay, what kind of commotion is this? Don't talk about the power of ghosts and gods."

After Li Er spoke, Lao Cheng and Yuchi Jingde calmed down, and stared at each other dissatisfied.

"Zixin wants portraits of the two of you, what do you think?"

Yuchi Jingde wanted to get angry with Lao Cheng, he heard Li Er's question and said loudly: "What's the harm in giving him a portrait to guard the house to ward off evil spirits?"

Qin Qiong naturally has no objection.

Li Er seemed to be very interested in this matter, and immediately asked the eunuch who was waiting outside to enter the palace to call the painter over, and painted portraits of Yuchi Jingde and Qin Qiong on the spot.

The painter was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He heard Li Er call his name Wang Xiang and knew that this person was the famous Yan Liben.

As expected of a great painter, the two portraits were drawn within a few minutes of incense sticks, and the expressions were lifelike. Everyone praised him after seeing it. Only Wang Xiang was very puzzled. Although the expressions were very vivid, the appearance of this person was also It's too bad, it's really not flattering.

The style of Chinese painting is not biased. Yan Liben's painting of Yuchi Jingde and Qin Qiong, holding iron maces and glaring eyebrows, does look a bit fierce, but it is far from the real person's appearance.

Yan Liben studied under everyone, and the father and son are famous for their crafts and paintings. Naturally, they are proud and proud. Seeing Wang Xiang in the crowd shaking his head slightly at the portrait he drew, he was a little displeased.

He knew Wang Xiang's identity, and also knew that Wang Xiang was talented, but painting depended on talent and hard work. He didn't think that a young man at a young age could achieve much in painting.

"What do you think of my two portraits, Lord Hou?"

Wang Xiang was looking at the portrait, and after listening to Yan Liben's question, he said casually: "The spirit is similar, but the shape is not."

As soon as the voice finished speaking, he heard a cold snort, and Wang Xiang finally realized that it took others a few sticks of incense to paint, how could he hurt others, and quickly said: "The two portraits painted by Master Yan are very good, very good .”

Yan Liben was dissatisfied with Wang Xiang's performance, he could hear the perfunctory meaning in Wang Xiang's words.

"Could it be that Master Hou is also proficient in painting?"

Originally, I sincerely apologized, but seeing Yan Liben's proud and disdainful expression, Wang Xiang's anger was also aroused. The painting really doesn't look like it. If it weren't for the pair of iron maces in your hand, who would know who you were painting...

"I can't say I'm proficient, I just learned sketching for a few years."

(End of this chapter)