Abnormal group wear

Chapter 10

Cheng Xiaochi returned to the Huanyiyuan without hesitation, and wrapped his neck tightly in the summer.

After all, the red and purple pinch mark is too eye-catching, if others see it, it will definitely cause some unnecessary troubles.

Sitting in front of the mirror, the marks around the neck faded slightly. It has been three days, and only slightly faded in three days.

Cheng Xiaochi felt that it was too tricky, how much force did that guy use.

As the person involved, he focused more on his surging chemicals at the time, and the pain became an accessory.

It has to be said that Cheng Xiaochi's naturally optimistic personality allowed him to adjust his mentality towards the "fake mountain incident" fairly well. He tried his best to make himself forget such a bad experience, but he couldn't control the face in his mind.

Too illegal.

Cheng Xiaochi obviously felt that he was seriously frightened in his heart, no matter whether it was in his heart or his body, he remembered the rockery;

At least for a period of time, he could no longer look directly at the back garden of the palace.

Yan control is hopeless.

A certain artist couldn't help imitating a cartoon of a certain president——"Ah, I'm dirty, I'm dirty, what should I do, I can't wash it clean."

At the same time, a person appeared behind him in the mirror.

Cheng Xiaochi froze.

I am dead.

"What's wrong with you? Xiaochi, the allergies on your neck haven't healed yet? Let me see, maybe..."

Little Beak's eyes were terrified and at a loss, as if he had crashed into something.

Cheng Xiaochi, who was expressionless and just wanted to kill himself on the spot, shook his head and refused, expressing that he was fine.

Even if someone is as pure as a small beak, seeing pinch marks, he probably can't help thinking about messy places, and he won't allow children to be spoiled.

Under Xiao Zuo's dazed and worried eyes, Cheng Xiaochi quickly left with a "hehehehe".

It took another three days, and the pinch marks finally dissipated a lot, leaving only faint traces, which were caused by prickly heat from covering.

In a flash, a week passed, and because of concentrating on painting, "My Teacher" began to be serialized rapidly.

After the rockery incident last time, he never dared to go out again, not to mention that Cheng Xiaochi didn't understand his body at all.

Wouldn't it be nice to paint honestly in Huanyiyuan with peace of mind?

Fragrant.

Looking at the words in front of him, Cheng Xiaochi returned to his soul.

The strategy when I was drawing this book was just to explore the road a little bit, and I didn't plan to serialize it for a long time. The market has proved that emotional writing is more popular.

But he doesn't plan to finish it hastily, after all, he wants to sell the peripherals, and a painter who has tasted the sweetness said that I can.

After a few days of staying up late, the dark circles under my eyes were born arrogantly, and a few small paintings around my eyes were born.These paintings are marked with specific combat skills and some character settings, which can be used as game cards.

Holding the high-quality rice paper provided by Eunuch Zhao, the quality of card making has improved to a higher level.

When the people from the Food and Fashion Bureau came to pick it up, the little father-in-law, who had been wearing presbyopic glasses, saw the painting in Cheng Xiaochi's arms again.

"Is there a new little painting?"

Faced with such a good opportunity, Cheng Xiaochi was excited inside, and said with a blank expression that these are my favorite paintings, and I just put them up to look at them, but this time it really won't work.

The little father-in-law who can be reused by the little manager has an exquisite heart. He understands that this time it really won't work, which means a higher price is needed, and said with a smile: "I understand."

Cheng Xiaochi thought this little father-in-law was quite interesting, and he was not tired of communicating, so he asked his name, Yuanzi.

The names of ancient father-in-laws seem to be all xx, little xx, and Cheng Xiaochi felt that he had made up a name in his mind——Xiaochizi.

No, no, stop, there is no such thing, what are you thinking.

The little father-in-law accepted the small painting, smiling like a chrysanthemum, and made a gesture with Cheng Xiaochi, asking him to take a few steps to talk.

"This painting is dedicated to Eunuch Gao by the little manager."

Eunuch Gao?Chief Manager?

Cheng Xiaochi remembered that he had heard of it before, Chief Ouchi.

He really only heard his name but didn't know who he was, anyway, he was the supreme commander among the eunuchs.

The little father-in-law nodded and smiled triumphantly, ignoring a certain painter who was a little sluggish at the side, nodded, took the painting and left.

In fact, Cheng Xiaochi wasn't that surprised, but in order to show respect, he had to be greatly shocked to satisfy the vanity of the little father-in-law who gave him the news.

After successfully exchanging two cards for the royal meal that only the emperor can eat, Cheng Xiaochi finally regained his balance.

Cheng Xiaochi hid some small picture cards privately, which are new picture cards, which have nothing to do with "My Teacher", and are for the next chapter.

And last time Master's card was already destroyed by him.

For a whole night, Cheng Xiaochi forcibly separated the master's person from the dog emperor in his mind.

After really looking at the other person's face so carefully, Cheng Xiaochi found that he didn't even have the three-point similarity that he was confident about.

One-third of the "artist" and "literary fan" genes in the blood lead to Koike's second-year behavior, and about one-third of the Yangou genes in the blood think—that is unworthy.

So that imperfect card is not worthy of being a character design based on the dog emperor, but was torn into snowflakes by him and sank to the bottom of the lake.

Cheng Xiaochi would not admit it, it was just venting his anger.

The only thing that puzzled Cheng Xiaochi was, did the dog emperor let him go so easily?His lame cover-up and so-called folk remedies.

However, in this lie, Cheng Xiaochi's only confidence is the folk prescription.He also actually heard about folk remedies for seafood allergies.

It's just that he can't remember who told him that in the moment of confrontation with the emperor, such a recipe popped up in his mind.

Cheng Xiaochi suspected that it was the content on the elderly public health account that his mother had forwarded to him.

Cheng Xiaochi never expected that his mother's official account for the elderly would become the key to his well-lived life.

The two in front of them were dressed in blue-gold robes, light armor on their upper bodies, and a big knife pinned to their waists.

Is it too late to turn around now?Two arms coiled with blue veins stretched across the face, "Your Majesty asked me to fetch things."

emperor?ah?what.

Something flashed in Cheng Xiaochi's consciousness, a flash in the pan, and Cheng Xiaochi tried his best to grasp the withering flash in the pan.

I recalled the process of confronting the dog emperor (unilaterally abused) in my mind.

Is it a folk remedy?

A certain painter was shocked, so he just said casually, the emperor, you have so many imperial doctors yourself, why are you arguing with me?

But then, Cheng Xiaochi came up with a guess, maybe the emperor didn't want to reveal that he was allergic, so he didn't use his imperial doctor.He also thought that those two palace servants probably hiccupped their farts yesterday.

Thinking of this, he still felt chills all over during the dog days.

The next thing is embarrassing, the recipe that Cheng Xiaochi knows only needs the simplest materials, the simplest production, and the simplest way to use --- perilla leaves, ginger, garlic, decocted with water.

Embarrassingly, no one knows about perilla leaves in this day and age.

If nothing else, this is a fictional era, and the timeline has nothing to do with Cheng Xiaochi's original world. Cheng Xiaochi, who secretly flipped through the history books, saw a different dynasty record.

Rather than saying that perilla leaves are not known, it is better to say that they do not exist, they do not exist.

"I draw, I draw for you." Maybe there may be something similar, he can only pray.

But there is another problem, if this folk remedy doesn't work...

He didn't dare to think about it. QWQ.

Fortunately, as an art student, his sketching ability has always been good. The two strong men looked strange, and disappeared with the painting at the gate of Huanyiyuan where they would be crowded if they walked side by side.

After the person left, Cheng Xiaochi relaxed, but at the next moment he felt a coolness for no reason, as if he was locked by something, and the trembling feeling from the tailbone was like waves layered upwards, all the way to the center of his brain. .

It is a strong sense of fear and anxiety.

This description is a bit secondary, but Cheng Xiaochi can feel that someone is spying on him.

Cheng Xiaochi licked his dry lips, and began to think silently in his heart. He only thought of one possibility: the emperor did not dispel his suspicion of him and sent someone to monitor him.

If this is the possibility, he has nothing to worry about, after all, there is no king in the world.

In ancient times, what the emperor wanted him to do, he didn't want to do what he wanted. It was just a small trick, which was a very soft method.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief, but the shadowy sense of deception still haunted him.

Three days passed, and the vague prying eyes still did not dissipate. A certain painter was surprised that he had the ability to counter-detection.

He couldn't help suspecting that he was born with the wrong identity. He should be: "The King of Secret Agents", or "Peerless Secret Service Traveled to Ancient Times"...

……

"Broken?" The voice came from behind the screen, behind a thin layer of landscape embroidery, a shadow was holding a thin book of words.

The little manager waited outside, and after Eunuch Gao finished watching, it was his turn.

"what?"

Eunuch Gao shook his head, sticking to the thin script, as if lost in his own thoughts.

The little manager wanted to read the script, but Eunuch Gao seemed to be stuck there, and he couldn't grab it, but he couldn't bear it after waiting for a while, so he asked, "Grandpa, what are these three words about? "

The voice of the little manager planned Gao Zhao's thoughts, and Gao Zhao couldn't help frowning, but soon, the card that the little manager took out caught his attention.

"Bring it to our house to have a look."

The moment Gao Zhao got the card, that thought was confirmed in Gao Zhao's mind.

The truth is about to come out! !

From the beginning of the doubts when I read the storybook, I can basically be completely convinced now.Gao Zhao was so excited that his fingers trembled.

His lips were a little dry, he took a sip from the teacup, moistened his tight throat: "Little Yuzi, please set up a line for our family, our family wants to meet this Mr. Cheng."

The little manager agreed, and finally took his turn to read the script.

The content of the storybook is getting better and better. When setting the stage, it uses cheerful pictures and a relaxed and cheerful tone.

But when the plot officially started, Cheng Xiaochi chose a more serious style of painting, and even the expressions of the characters changed from relaxed to jaw tense.

This makes readers tense up, which is a good way to mobilize their emotions.

The little manager will soon enter the plot——

The protagonist has entered the preliminary round and is about to play. The unforgettable pain in his previous life made him start a runaway mode when he met those who bullied him in the past.

The protagonist's halo and the runaway mode made him a little crazy.

Ink filled the entire pupil, without the slightest light, a scarlet light flashed in it, facing the enemy in front of him, the protagonist was about to kill him.

A cold shout sounded, and the master released his painting skills, but the painting was hidden in the surrounding clouds and fog, and no one could see clearly.

"stop."

Just two words, the black eyes of the protagonist receded in an instant, and fell on the field like a puppet.

Fortunately, he had already won, and the opponent lost his fighting power.

The master brought the protagonist back to the cave, the protagonist woke up slowly, his eyes were confused and he looked like a different person when he ran away just now, the master evoked a smile, which was fleeting, and gently stroked the protagonist's hair: You are possessed.

The little manager couldn't calm down after reading it for a long time, he always felt that something was about to break out of his heart, and the thin layer of consciousness was like a few layers of veil blocking his eyes.

——Pfft, the yarn is broken.

The little manager instantly understood: Gan, there is something wrong with this master and apprentice! !