The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Cheng Chubi was not well. Compared to getting a beating, Lao Tzu hopes to leave the East Palace, okay?

Seeing Li Chengqian's caring look, he really couldn't say this, so he could only wave his hand horizontally.

"This is a small injury, it won't get in the way." I have to admit that these old men are still very skillful.

The stick fell on the body, and the sound popped so loudly that it flew up, and the sound and light effect was even better with the screams.

But in fact, it just felt hot and painful, and Cheng Chubi felt that if the torture was like this, he would still be able to hold another thirty sticks.

"Oh...or else, go back to your home to rest first, and wait until the injury is better before you join the job." Li Chengqian sighed lightly.

Cheng Chubi thought of Li Shimin's threat, his neck was stubborn, and his face was full of heroes and Weilie.

"Your Highness's remarks are very bad. As a deputy leader in the East Palace, the minister has a heavy responsibility. How can he leave his post lightly."

"His Royal Highness, you don't need to persuade you anymore, the minister must be loyal to Your Highness with tears and blood..."

Cough... There was an exaggerated cough behind him, and Cheng Chubi twisted his head unhappily.

Zhao Kun stood on the steps of the Ganlu Hall with a black line on his face. He had never seen such a brazen young man. Well, the older one had seen him, he was his father.

His Majesty's warning to him, this guy actually has the face to disguise and do his duty in front of His Royal Highness.

Zhen Te Niang wanted to kick over, she was as brazen as his father.

Cheng Chubi smiled, and hurried forward with a simple face, looking at the shaggy Zhao Kun with an unhappy look.

Obviously, I wanted to make trouble for myself, as a young man who had just received a beating and was not good at it.

Ahem...I don't bother to care about this kind of rough man with a big beard.

"This **** boy, just like his father." Standing inside the hall door, Li Shimin shook his head dumbly.

However, it is rare for Cheng Qian to bravely state his opinions and ideas.

In order to protect the minister, stand up and take responsibility, at least for him, it is a kind of progress.

However, he originally had high hopes for the eldest grandson Jiaqing, who hoped to be able to get along with the emperor and his ministers just like he and the eldest grandson Wuji.

What he did was really disappointing, he didn't consider the problem thoroughly, and he was too irritable.

"This son is unbearable." In Li Shimin's heart, he had already made a judgment on the future of the grandson Jiaqing.

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The evening sky, and the light that was lit for the first time, made Cheng Chubi's mood extraordinarily complicated.

The horse sprinted towards the door of the house, and he was still far away, but he had already seen the bright lights at the door of the house.

With a stalwart figure, the mighty and tall Cheng Yaojin stood on the steps with a solemn expression.

Let Cheng Chumo, who was standing behind him, look as serious as Cheng Chuliang, standing straight and upright.

Hearing the sound of hoofs coming from a distance, Cheng Yaojin turned his head and saw Cheng Chubi hit the horse, and he exhaled in relief.

Cheng Chubi was also a little stunned. He didn't expect that his father and two elder brothers would be at the door.

He gritted his teeth and jumped off the horse, but the injury on his back still made him groan.

Cheng Yaojin's eyes were sharp and sharp, and he stretched out his big hand to hold Cheng Chubi, and looked up and down the hapless child.

"I was reprimanded by your majesty today, right." Cheng Yaojin also noticed that his father's behavior was a little awkward, and his voice softened.

Hearing this, Cheng Chubi understood that he was afraid that it was the change in the Eastern Palace today, and his father knew about it, so he hurriedly raised his neck and said.

"It's okay, even after 20 sticks, they are still sorry for their mercy, otherwise the son will have to break a few ribs to finish the calculation."

Cheng Yaojin nodded in satisfaction, slapped Cheng Chubi's shoulder heavily.

"Yes, our old Cheng family, this backbone can't be lost."

"Go, go home. Today, Daddy specially asked Cheng Ji to prepare a table of good dishes to treat our third child well."

"Father... don't you blame me?" Cheng Chubi was a little dazed, always feeling that there was something wrong with the opening method.

He obviously caused trouble in the East Palace, and suffered a club from Uncle Li, thinking about returning home, maybe he would be taken care of by his kind old father.

The result was completely different from what I had imagined. Cheng Chubi felt completely messed up today.

No one is willing to follow his own thoughts if he has clearly thought about the script.

"Blame you, is it useful to blame you?" Cheng Yaojin hesitated, and raised his finger as if he had copied and pasted Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang.

"Your eldest brother, on the day of entering the job, he had a fight with Paoze with a stick of fifty. After going home and lying down for half a month, he was relieved."

"Your second brother, drinking with colleagues, rushing to pay the bill, but your second brother was unhappy, and a bunch of **** hit the street from the restaurant."

"In the end, Jin Wuwei was arrested. After half a month of prison food, Dad got him out."

Hearing the great achievements of the two brothers, Cheng Chubi took a deep breath. The true mother is not a family, and does not enter a family.

But the problem is that the two elder brothers, instead of feeling ashamed, are proud of them.

The second brother Cheng Chuliang turned towards Cheng Chubi with envy.

"It's still the third child, you have the ability. His Royal Highness went out of the East Palace privately, only to receive twenty sticks, and he was fined half a year's salary.

I don't know if I, my second brother, I haven't been able to get a copper plate from the court for a whole year. "

"Isn't it a penalty for half a year?" Cheng Chubi was a little dazed. The second brother's level of mathematics was a little too inferior.

"Haha... Your second brother had an appointment with a colleague. He was caught by Jin Wuwei, and the remaining half a year's salary was gone."

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He sat down in the hall and carefully checked the stick marks on Chubi's back. Cheng Yaojin, the very old driver, nodded.

"It's just a bit of skin and flesh wounds, and you can live and dance ~ www.readwn.com~ and it's OK, Zhao Kun brothers are also interesting."

"There are too many fathers, so don't say it. Remember, you are adults after you have joined the job, and you have to be responsible for your actions."

"If you make a mistake outside, get beaten up and get cleaned up, it's a long memory.

It's a good thing for you, father is too happy to be too late, why do you beat you up? Isn't it enough for one meal? "

Cheng Chubi gnawed at the leg of lamb in his hand and nodded with deep approval. His father's words were rough, but he was not rough.

Once you have been in society and have been severely beaten by society, you will be able to adapt slowly. If you can't adapt, no one can blame it.

"Father, Jinko likes to clean up you at home. He just wants you to be less outside to clean up. Dad cleans you up, at most a punch."

"But if you are outside, the trouble will be serious. I'm afraid that you won't even be able to save your family's life, understand?"

"Baby thanks my father for his teaching, Babe understands." Cheng Chubi quickly dropped the leg of lamb, and bowed to Cheng Yaojin, convincingly and convincingly.

Anyway, in history, Cheng Yao Jinping lived safely to 70 or 80 years old, and all his sons were able to spend their twilight years in peace.

What does this show? It shows that the family education of the old Cheng family is very good, and it is a bit rough, but it is hard to work anyway.

"Father, I understand too!" The fourth eldest shouted, wiping his mouth.

"Me too." Cheng Laowu sneakily tried to steal the second brother's drink, was held by Cheng Chuliang, tickled, and rolled to the ground with a smile.

"Me, and me, father, I still want it." Cheng Laoliu raised the bone in his hand that was chewing on the light.

When Cheng Chubi looked up, he saw the family portrait painted by Yan Liben himself.

My heart was extremely stable and I grabbed a fleshy bone, which has been injured for a hundred days, and skin and flesh wounds for ten days, so I must eat more to make up for it.