The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Seeing the arrogant figure of his father Cheng Yaojin, Cheng Chubi was dumbfounded for a long time before he came back to his senses.

That's right, why didn't I just beat up the son of Xunguo, what's the matter? Besides, I am justified.

It was my father who was domineering, and actually asked me to beat the Duke Xun, eh... just think about it, we are juniors and don't care about the elders.

Cheng Chubi, who wanted to understand, was so courageous, he rushed forward and slapped his dad.

After learning about the secret three-leaf pulp made by Cheng Mansion, he listened to Cheng Chubi vividly recounting his experience in Jiucheng Palace these days.

Of course, the main topic is how to seek the rule of the eldest grandson queen, and the distress that night.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take risks to rescue Princess Jinyang, as well as the King of Jin Li Zhi who was good at hiding and disguising.

In the beginning, Cheng Yaojin was able to pretend to be an old man on the battlefield for dozens of years, with a bold expression that has never been seen in the world.

But when Cheng Chubi heard that the dead **** had led more than a dozen people to besie him, fortunately, he left earlier.

Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but wiped his sweat, secretly rejoicing. Fortunately, the old man was worried that his son would not be safe to go out, so he turned back and waited for instructions. The child listened.

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

But when he heard Cheng Chubi rushing past several thieves alone, he couldn't help stretching his leg and kicking him over.

"Smelly boy, don't you know how to run the other party? If you dare to be so reckless next time, the old man can't kill you."

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

Let me tell you, on the battlefield, the ones who die the most are the heroes who are willing to be the rafters. "

"On the battlefield, it is most taboo to be brave. You can beat ten, can you beat a hundred, a thousand people?"

After being reprimanded by his father, Cheng Chubi could only act like a grandson...cough, be a son.

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"Your kid is not bad. Except for that time, you did it right afterwards. At that time, regardless of whether you are foe or us, you have to be cautious."

"Don't feel that you are soft-hearted for a while. I am afraid that I will not know how to die. As a general, the most taboo thing is to be soft-hearted when facing a battle."

With these words, Cheng Chubi nodded frequently. He is indeed a veteran who has been on the battlefield for many years. These things are not the same as the military books.

It is the experience and experience of fighting for many years. This kind of thing is a good thing that is typically passed down from father to son, and will not be written in military books.

Otherwise, where's the Jiangmen kid from? Where is the famous family?

"Sometimes you went to the Jiucheng Palace, but you really made a lot of feats. First you saved the Queen Empress, and then saved the lives of Princess Jinyang and King Jin."

Speaking of this, Cheng Yaojin poured a large mouthful of Chengfu's secret three-leaf pulp, and Cheng Chubi filled himself with it.

Regrettably, he looked at the old third who was sitting neatly. "Unfortunately, your kid is too young."

Seeing Cheng Chubi's confused face, he said. "If you can make three or five years at night, even if it's a year and a half, you can make these feats."

"If that's the case, I am afraid that even if your majesty grants you a knighthood, I am afraid that the Manchu dynasty will have nothing to say."

"But after all, you are just a newcomer who has only been in the official position for a few months.

Your Majesty has already commended you once and promoted you again.

This time, at most I will give you more money and silk, and give you an official and a half post. It's not very interesting..."

"..." Cheng Chubi looked at his dad who looked dumbfounded, and he was worthy of the vision of Datang's top honors.

Promotion and wealth are nothing but a piece of cake for the old man.

"You, you are different from your eldest and second elder brothers." Cheng Yaojin slapped Cheng Chubi on the shoulder and said.

"Your eldest brother is the son of Lu Guo, and his father's position in the future will be his. It will be enough for him to eat and drink spicy food for a lifetime."

"Your second brother, now you have an appointment with your majesty's daughter, and you will be regarded as a half royal in the future, and you don't need to worry about it."

"It's you, your kid is like his father, he is a real person, he is born with great ability."

Cheng Chubi touched his nose, and looked up at his father who was flying across the sky with a convincing expression on his face.

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

"People like us will certainly not be bad if they are promoted and made rich by their ability.

But if we can get the title, we can benefit our children and grandchildren in the future, this is what we big brothers do. "

"Father, the child thinks you are right." Cheng Chubi rubbed his face. Although Dad's words were a bit rough and his face was too thick, at least the truth was correct.

To be promoted and to make fortune is the goal of ordinary people. What should be the goal of being the top dignitaries of Datang? Naturally, it is only right to strive for a more distinguished one~www.ltnovel.com~ to understand. But you don't need to care too much. With my son's ability, there will be opportunities in the future. "

Cheng Yaojin smiled and calmed Cheng Chubi again, and then changed the subject. "By the way, do you know about the injury of your Royal Highness?"

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

Cheng Yaojin nodded slightly, stroking the thick beard like a steel needle.

"Hmm... I hope it doesn't matter. You are the official of the East Palace, which is equivalent to your future. You are already involved with the prince."

"..." Cheng Chubi's heart jumped slightly, but he also understood what his father meant.

Yes, entering the East Palace by oneself is naturally equivalent to branding a princeling.

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

"You said that during those days when you were in the Jiucheng Palace, you had frequent contacts with the Emperor and Princess Jinyang, right?"

Cheng * canteen * Chubi hesitated with a numb face. "Well, every day when I get dinner, I will definitely come and hang out..."

Hearing this full of resentment and implicit complaints from his own son, Cheng Yaojin snorted and almost didn't let San Le Jiang choke.

"Okay, you kid, the old man is too lazy to talk about you, oh..." Cheng Yaojin carefully held up the wine glass and drank with his head high.

His eyes are kind, and there are some things that are better if you don't say them, little baby, figure it out for yourself.

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

Although it was still early for the meal, it did not affect the old Cheng family's custom of having a family dinner whenever they were 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, really stocking...