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"In order to guarantee its effect, it would be better to take the skin from a living person. However, the skin used from a dead person is also about the same, but it has to be a living corpse that has just died."

"In the end, it's still just a dream."

"Dream?" He laughed. "Could it be that the General has been dreaming for the past ten years?"

"This is the general's original appearance. With my current medical skills, it is indeed impossible to cure the general's face. However, I cannot. There must be someone in this world who can."

Her eyes instantly blazed with boundless brilliance. "Really?"

"Really."

Zhu Guanliang's eyes became unfocused, and his heartbeat quickened. The thought of becoming sick jumped in Zhu Guanliang's mind once again.

He had never seen tens of thousands of beauties before, but he had seen many beauties, and even more beauties that could topple empires. However, all of these were just passing clouds that could not be clearly depicted on.

However, ever since he had seen the portrait of her study, his face had been etched into his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it. With just a thought, his face had clearly appeared before his eyes, to the point where he didn't even take a glance at the portrait when he made this mask.

"I will definitely cure your face." he promised.

When he said that in the beginning, Zhou Leping did indeed hold a lot of hope. However, after realizing that he couldn't be too optimistic, and that everything should go according to plan, if he couldn't treat it, he wouldn't be too disappointed.

Therefore, she waved her hand nonchalantly, "Don't push yourself too hard. I'm very satisfied with the present you gave me today. However, now isn't the time for me to be lustful of looks."

"The general doesn't believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, but I don't know what kind of face I have."

She couldn't help but take out the hairpin and place it in her mouth. With a vague voice, she said, "You don't have to force yourself, now that I think about it, I was a bit too forceful before."

"No need to force it. I'm a doctor, and the face of a general can also be considered as my obsession as a doctor. If I can't cure it, my heart will feel uncomfortable."

It seemed that all doctors had this kind of obsession, which was to cure someone. On one hand, it was to prove their medical skills, and on the other, it was also a virtue.

She stopped arguing with him. Her hair was coiled like a Taoist's, and she was about to pin it down when the door in front of her opened.

There were two people standing in front of him.

One was Chang Feng.

The other was Zhao Shiqian.

Chang Feng stood at the door, his mouth wide open so that a fist could be stuffed inside. He stared at Zhou Leping's face, looked at him, looked at him again and again, with an expression like he had seen a ghost.

Zhao Shiqian's expression was not any weaker than his, as though he was hallucinating, and if not for who was standing behind Zhou Leping, he really would have thought that he was stopped by Zhao Deng just now and lost his head due to a small cup of wine.

"Huang …" "Your majesty?"

Zhou Leping was startled and immediately took the hairpin from his mouth. As a result, his hands relaxed and his hair covered his entire back, causing Zhao Shiqian's heart to tremble as well.

"Your Majesty, why didn't you send someone to inform me? This subject …" "He's in a sorry state, but he's still far from his goal. He deserves to die a thousand times for his crimes."

Chang Feng regained his senses, but he was clearly still in shock, and his words stuttered, "Huang … It was the emperor who didn't allow it … "It's not allowed to be spread around."

"Go down first and prepare some tea snacks."

Chang Feng agreed and silently retreated.

At the moment, Zhao Shiqian was the only one in his sight, and even Zhu Guanliang was ignored.

However, Zhu Guanliang was able to recognize that the clothes Zhao Shiqian was wearing today was the same clothes Zhou Leping had washed last time.

He finally understood why Zhao Shiqian could not let go of Zhou Leping's face even though he clearly loathed her.

He had seen such a face, and even though he loathed her now, in the past, she had never said she could put it down just like that. Looking at his current expression, one could tell that he was extremely infatuated with Zhou Leping previously.

Zhao Shiqian was quiet for a long time before he finally spoke, full of excitement, "Zi Xi … You … Your face is better? "

Zhou Leping touched his face uncomfortably, as he was used to that ugly face for a while, and suddenly felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"No, this is something Dr Zhu helped me do …"

She couldn't bring herself to say the words "pig skin mask", so she could only omit the first two words, "mask".

Only then did Zhao Shiqian reluctantly shift his gaze to Zhu Guanliang a bit, "You? You still have the ability to do that? "

He pulled Zhou Leping closer to her and carefully examined her face, "I do not see any holes, it looks just like your face, what are you made of?"

Zhu Guanliang cupped his hands and said, "Pigskin."

Zhao Shiqian was about to reach out and touch Zhou Leping's face to stop, his expression became awkward. "Pig … For a pig's skin to have such an effect? "

Zhou Leping took the opportunity to take a step back, "This is all because of Dr Zhu's excellent craftsmanship."

Seeing her retreat, Zhao Shiqian finally realised that he had lost his composure. With a serious face, he said to Zhu Guanliang, "You may leave now."

Zhu Guanliang didn't really want to listen to him.

Besides, this was his room, and he shouldn't be here if he wanted to talk or do anything else.

At this time, Zhou Leping was in a difficult position. She saw that Zhao Shiqian's face had changed.

"I told you to go down, why aren't you going down?"

Zhu Guanliang laughed and finally had a response, "This humble one will take his leave."

He closed the door on the way out.

Zhou Leping's hair was disheveled, she wanted to put her hair on, but Zhao Shiqian kept looking at her, making it difficult for her to do anything, thus she could only stand there awkwardly, "Why is the emperor here, and why …"

He was still wearing the clothes that he had borrowed from her but had not washed it clean, leaving a handprint on Xiao Wan's body.

"Today is your birthday. I have always been by your side when you were born in the past. I have in vain missed four years. I do not want to miss the first birthday you returned to."

Every word or action of the emperor was bestowed by the emperor, even if it was just a sentence of praise. To be able to make people spread the word to the next generation, as the emperor, the subjects would live on, and even high officials above the third rank would receive the emperor's bestowal.

However, it was only bestowed by the emperor. There were no emperors who would step forward to give birth to their subjects.

Because he had to take account of his identity as the emperor, Zhao Shiqian could only secretly leave the palace in the middle of the night with a present.

It was already too late by the time they were free. By the time General's Estate arrived, Zhao Deng and Qi Miao had already fallen asleep in the courtyard.

This made him, the Royal Brother, very pleased. After drinking the cup of wine he passed, he asked Chang Feng, who was passing by, who was trembling in fear and trepidation, to lead the way, and only then did he come to look for him.