Looking at the arrogant figure of his father Cheng Biting Jin, Cheng Chubi was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

That's right, why didn't I just beat up the son of a prince of the country, what's the matter? What's more, I'm justified.

Or is my father domineering, and he actually asked me to beat up the Duke of Xunguo, hmm...... Just think about it, we are juniors, and we don't care about our elders.

Cheng Chubi, who wanted to understand, was suddenly full of courage, and rushed forward to slap his father's ass.

Moistening the secret three pulp of Cheng Mansion, I listened to Cheng Chubi painting and talking about the experience of these days in Jiucheng Palace.

Of course, the main story is how to seek treatment for Empress Changsun and the distress that night.

In desperation, he could only save Princess Jinyang and Li Zhi, the king of Jin, who was good at concealing disguises.

At the beginning, Cheng Yanjin was able to pretend that the old man had been on the battlefield for decades, and he had a heroic expression that the world had never seen.

But when I heard Cheng Chubi say that the dead eunuch led more than a dozen people to besiege him, fortunately he left early.

Cheng Yanjin couldn't help wiping his sweat, and secretly rejoiced, fortunately, the old man was worried that it was not safe for his son to go out, anyway, he told him, and the child listened to it.

Otherwise, Lao Cheng would have to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person.

But when he heard Cheng Chubi rushing over alone against a few thieves, he couldn't help but stretch out his legs and kick over.

"Stinky boy, there are so many people on the other side, you don't know how to run? If you dare to be so reckless next time, the old man won't be able to kill you. ”

"You kid, don't always think that you can rush forward with your own strength.

Let me tell you, on the battlefield, the most dead are the heroes who are willing to be the rafters. ”

"On the battlefield, the most taboo is self-possession and bravery, you can fight ten, can you still fight a hundred, a thousand people?"

was reprimanded by his father, Cheng Chubi could only honestly pretend to be a grandson...... Ahem, when the son.

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"You kid is good, except for that rashness, you did it right, at that time, you have to be cautious."

"Don't feel that you are soft-hearted for a while, and you don't know how to die when you are afraid, as a general, the most taboo thing is to be soft-hearted when you are about to fight."

These words, hearing Cheng Chubi's frequent bowing, are worthy of being veterans who have been on the battlefield for many years, these things are different from the military book.

It's the experience and experience of many years of fighting, this kind of thing is a typical good thing passed down from father to son, and it will not be written in the book of war.

Otherwise, where did the disciples come from? Where did the famous generals come from?

"Some times, you went to Jiucheng Palace, but you really made a lot of meritorious achievements, first saved the queen's mother, and then saved the lives of Princess Jinyang and King Jin."

Speaking of this, Cheng Yanjin poured a large mouthful of Chengfu's secret Sanle pulp, and Cheng Chubi poured it for himself.

looked at the old Sandao who was sitting in a proper manner rather regretfully. "It's a pity that you're too young."

Seeing Cheng Chubi's confused face, he said. "If only you could make these feats in three years and five years, even if it is a year and a half."

"If that's the case, I'm afraid that Your Majesty will give you a knighthood, and I'm afraid that the Manchu Dynasty will have nothing to say."

"But after all, you are just a newcomer who has only been in the office for a few months, and you have been relieved of the emperor's illness before.

Your Majesty has already rewarded you very much once, and promoted you again.

This time, at most, I will give you more wealth and silk, and I will give you another official position, which is not very interesting......"

"......" Cheng Chubi looked at his father with a blank and boring face, and he deserved to be the vision of the top nobles of the Tang Dynasty.

Getting promoted and getting rich is just a piece of cake for my father.

"You, you're different from your eldest brother and second brother." Cheng bit Jin slapped Cheng Chubi's shoulder and said.

"Your eldest brother is the son of Lu Guogong, and the position of his father in the future will be his, enough for him to eat and drink spicy food for the rest of his life."

"Your second brother, now that he has made a marriage contract with His Majesty's daughter, he will be regarded as half a royal family in the future, and he doesn't need his father to worry about anything."

"It's you, your kid is like his father, he is a real person, and he has great skills."

Cheng Chubi touched his nose and looked up at his father who was spitting stars with a convincing face.

Keep in mind that there is another family motto of the old Cheng family, what is the face?

"People like us, who are promoted and made a fortune with their ability, will definitely not be bad.

But if you can get the title and be able to bless your children and grandchildren in the future, this is what we bigwigs should do. ”

"Dad, the kid thinks you're right." Cheng Chubi rubbed his face, although his father's words were a little rough and his skin was too thick, but at least the truth was right.

Promotion and making a fortune, that is the goal of ordinary people, what should be the goal of being a top dignitary in Datang? Naturally, it is right to strive for more nobles.

"It's good to understand. But you don't have to worry too much, with my son's ability, there will be opportunities in the future. ”

Cheng Yanjin smiled and comforted Cheng Chubi, and then diverted the topic. "By the way, do you know about His Royal Highness the Prince's fall injury?"

"The child already knows that the reason why His Majesty returned to Chang'an early was because the prince had a leg injury and wanted to stay in Jinyang to recuperate."

Cheng Biting Jin stroked the thick beard like a steel needle, and bowed slightly.

"Hmm...... I hope it's okay, but you are a subordinate official of the East Palace, which means that your future is already involved with the prince. ”

"......" Cheng Chubi's heart beat slightly when he heard it, but he also understood what his father meant by this.

Yes, if you enter the East Palace, it is naturally equivalent to branding yourself as a princeling.

In later generations, the princelings were nonsense, but in the period of feudal imperialism, the princelings were no joke.

"You said that during your time in Jiucheng Palace, you often corresponded with the Emperor and Princess Jinyang, right?"

Cheng *cafeteria* snorted numbly. "Well, every day when I have a meal, I will definitely come over and hang out......"

Hearing his son's subtle complaint full of resentment, Cheng bit Jin and sneered, almost not letting Sanle Pulp choke.

"Okay, you kid, the old man is too lazy to talk about you, alas......" Cheng Biting Jin held the wine glass and drank bitterly.

The eyes are full of kindness, and some words are better not to say them, little baby, figure it out for yourself.

While the father and son were talking, Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang also returned home one after another, and the three brothers had a lively greeting.

Although it is still early for the meal, it does not affect the custom of the old Cheng family to hold a family banquet as soon as they are happy.

As for the three bear children, let them go wild, and when they are hungry, they will naturally come back to find food. Well, what a stocking......

The father and son here had just had a banquet and were ready to eat and drink, and Cheng Ping finally rushed back to the mansion.

Standing outside the door to probe his brain, Cheng Chubi didn't see it, and was caught by Cheng Biting Jin, whose eyes were like electricity.

"Cheng Ping, do something sneaky at the door, if you have something to say, you can let it go."

"I've seen the master, I've seen a few sons, the third son, and the younger one has just done the job."

"Uncle Ping, what are you going to do?" Cheng Chumo asked curiously, and Cheng Chuliang also turned his head curiously.

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