"If that's the case, why do you want to get a tattoo today? Aren't you afraid that the old lady will find out and punish you?" The man took out a needle, knife and other tools while continuing to ask curiously.

"The tattoo I want to get today is something my mother won't blame me for even if she knows about it. On the contrary, she might even praise me for it!"

"Yes... Then may I ask where you want the tattoo?"

"These four words are engraved on my back..."

"No matter how many patterns are tattooed there, no one will see it, so isn't it just a waste of time?"

"It's not for others to see, it's for yourself to remember!"

"Yes..." What kind of hand is this? Du Long's heart was moved, and he quickly became serious. "If that's the case, then that's fine. But I have to let the commander know that most people who get tattoos for the first time are afraid of pain..."

"You talk too much nonsense!"

"Yes, yes, yes! One last question." After taking out the liquor and the candle, the dulong hurriedly continued. "What kind of tattoo does the commander want?"

Yue Fei had already turned over and sat upright, tightening his belt and revealing his strong back, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but pause for a moment before answering slowly:

"Four words: serve the country with loyalty!"

The single-handed man who wanted to stop talking was slightly startled, but he couldn't help but say a few more words: "Wuwei Jun Beiyan, I am willing to serve the general!"

After saying that, Bei Yan held a mouthful of liquor in his mouth, sprayed it on Yue Fei's back, and then directly cut the roasted needle knife on him.

On the night of the full moon, the Lantern Festival, bloodstains dripped onto the mat, and only then did Yue Fei calm down.

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