Three anecdotes

Shang Quhan held the ruler again, "What else?"

Fengxing was surprised for a while.besides?He stood in front of the window just now, and he has sorted out all the mistakes he could think of. Could it be that there are still more?The child subconsciously twitched his legs, trying to judge from his father's expression whether he really didn't understand the mistake enough or just a routine questioning.Shang Quhan would not scare children with ambiguous words.Feng Xing began to mutter in his heart.

"What? I don't know." Shang Quhan put the ruler on the table, looking relaxed.

Feng Xing pursed his lips, thought for a while, and then said, "My son is stupid, please give me some advice."

Shang Quhan grabbed the ruler and slapped him hard on the buttocks. "I can't even figure it out!"

"Papa!" Two more times.

Feng Xing suffered from pain, and couldn't help leaning forward, but Shang Qinhan held his waist tightly.Although the perennial training has made Feng Xing stronger than his peers, he is still an 11-year-old kid with a tall stature. Although he usually doesn't feel it, now that he takes off his clothes, he feels much thinner.Shang Quhan surrounded him and patted the board twice before saying, "In Jing'an City, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, wandering around on the street without taking anyone with you!" Thinking of Shang Chengbi's suspicion of him, Shang Quhan I was even more worried, and raised my hand to get two more boards.

Hearing what his father said, Feng Xing also felt that he was too arrogant.Although there are shadow guards protecting it, and the Third Martial Uncle and Shen Martial Uncle are there, but this place is no better than the desert.Emperor Xuan'an has been worried about his father for a long time, and now he has launched a major disaster relief. If he really makes him unhappy and does something to him, then a few shadow guards may not be able to handle it.Father obviously gave him some troops, but it was too ostentatious, and they all stayed outside the city.Thinking of this, Feng Xing couldn't help but feel lingering fear, and whispered, "It's the child's carelessness."

Shang Yanhan turned him around and held his shoulder, "Huan'er, in father's heart, nothing is more important than your safety. Do you know?"

Feng Xing nodded slightly, and knelt down next to his father, "It's the son's fault, it made the father worry."

Shang Quhan watched his son knelt down next to his legs, a small one, as if he was next to him and watched him play chess every day when he was two or three years old.How much I loved Xiao Fengxing at that time, he was thinner than other children since he was a child, and he was like a small ball in his arms.Strong and sensible, the armor is so hard that it is not comfortable to sit on it, but she is afraid of disturbing herself, so she does not cry when she is uncomfortable.When he grew up, Feng Xing became smarter. He never slack off in practicing kung fu, he reacted quickly, and handled things neatly.Originally precocious children are a bit old-fashioned, and naturally they are not close to their father.But Fengxing is different, serving by your side every day, diligent and considerate, you learn everything with your heart, and never speak back.It can be said that this child has never let himself worry about it since he was a child.In his whole life, Shang Quhan missed the country and missed his lover. What he was most proud of was having such an outstanding son.Don't say that Shang Quhan doesn't have a son yet, even if the empress is still alive to give birth to a son for him, there may not be one better than Fengxing.Take this disaster relief as an example, I didn't order it at all, it was done properly, the people loved it, and the other child, at his age, was still naughty with his husband in a private school.As for the matter of protecting Yu Tongxiang, one is that Tongxiang is a senior brother, and it has nothing to do with Fengxing who doesn't look down on him; Leaving a batch here is also a decent schedule.It's just that it's really too courageous to go out of the camp to die.Although, this is also because the son just figured out what he couldn't say.

Feng Xing knelt before his father to teach him a lesson, and he didn't wait for a long time.He didn't know that Shang Quhan was still very satisfied with him in his heart, but now he was taking off his pants and waiting to be beaten, and his father didn't say a word for a long time.The child panicked at once.Seeing his son shrinking his shoulders again, Shang Quhan couldn't help but find it funny, he was a child after all.I was scared after such a short while.However, his son has been strictly controlled since he was a child, so he will not be too indulgent.No matter what, it is always a big mistake to go out of the camp without permission and take away three thousand soldiers.

Shang Quhan tapped him on the back with a ruler, it wasn't heavy, but it seemed very solid.

"Father—" The child was afraid after all.

Shang Quhan raised his ruler and pointed to a table in the corner, "Go lie down."

"Yes." Feng Xing stood up and walked over with his legs lifted, because his ankle was caught by his pants, although it didn't affect his walking, he was always a little embarrassed.The table is a roll-down type, not very big. Carefully lie down on it, and you can pull it to the other end of the table by extending your hand. Feng Xing carefully hugs it tightly, and adjusts his posture so that he will not be able to bear it later. When you are strong, it will not slide down.According to his experience, it is easier to stand on a table than on a stool. First, the stool is too narrow, so it is always cramped when lying on it. Second, the edge of the stool is very hard, sometimes chrome. It hurts.Fengxing adjusted his breathing deeply, telling himself that today's beating is definitely not easy to endure, but no matter what, his father loves him, and he can always bear it.

When Shang Quhan saw that he was lying down, he came over with the board.Instead of beating him first, he took a thin quilt and put it under his stomach. One, it was slightly higher, and the other was to prevent his stomach from being cold against the wood.The table is not big enough for a whole person to lie down on. Both sides are rolled down, just enough to stick your butt up.

Shang Quhan first stretched out his hand and gave a slap on the left and right, making Fengxing's buttocks that were a little cold after being exposed to the air for a long time warm up again, and then said, "Raise it higher."

"Yes." Even the father still felt embarrassed.Feng Xing helped the quilt under his stomach, and weighed his feet again, "I know I made a mistake, father please punish me."

"Take someone out of the camp privately, although it is to rescue the senior brother, it has violated the rules. According to the military order, you will be hit a hundred times. Since there is an excuse, I will not make it difficult for you. Fifty blows, remember." Shang Quin Han raised his ruler.

"Yes. I will remember my father's lesson, please punish me." Feng Xing closed his eyes.

"Ah!" For the first time, the heavy board couldn't help but yelled out.Sure enough, the real punishment is not the same as the lesson just mentioned.Although my father didn't stipulate that shouting is not allowed, but after all, it was at the third senior brother's house.What does it look like to scream from family to family?Fengxing took a deep breath, implying that he could no longer scream.

Shang Quhan's hands were extremely hard. He knew that his son was in pain, but he still didn't lose any strength.Every time the board was laid next to the previous one, red purlins were printed on the son's buttocks, and the intersection of the board marks was full of bloodshot streaks.Feng Xing gripped the corner of the table tightly, feeling that he could hardly get on his stomach.The quilt under the stomach also moved because of the uncontrollable struggle.Only then did he realize why a table is better than a stool.Lying on the bench, I would involuntarily shrink my legs when I couldn't bear it. Sometimes my legs were tied and tied, and the pain would not be so painful.The table is taller than the stool, and the two legs are on the ground. When it hurts, I can't help but want to run around.Although his father's prestige prevented him from making such a rebellious move as running away, he seemed to be a little bit out of control.

"What are you messing with!" Shang Quanhan scolded.

Feng Xing felt that he had tightened the table so that he could lie down more stably.Shang Quhan knocked on the board, "Why, I can't keep the rules if I haven't been beaten for a while."

"Child dare not."

"Crack!" Another slap, "If you know you don't dare, just lay down on the ground. Be upright. When you are beaten, you don't behave properly. When will you be able to behave!"

"Yes." Fengxing didn't dare to make his father angry at all, so he gritted his teeth again.But the board really hurts, especially, the buttocks have already been beaten up and down for two rounds, and when my father starts to beat the third round, it's like peeled bread and then wrapped in real oil, but it really hurts Can't stop.Sweat was scrambling to ooze out of my hair, the case was made of wood, and when I sweated, I felt a little unable to lie down.Feng Xing involuntarily tightened his body.Shang Quhan slapped him on the back with a wooden board, "What's wrong! At your third uncle's house, you won't even be beaten?"

Feng Xing carefully wiped the sweat on his arms, "My son knows his mistake. This case is very slippery, I can't lie down."

"Crack!" The heavy board hit directly into the flesh, "I can't stand on my knees after just a few blows! When did I learn a bad habit!"

Feng Xing didn't dare to speak, so he had to climb up again. Shang Quhan poked his buttocks with the tip of the ruler, "Lie down, raise your head! Knowing your mistakes is not what you say. The posture of admitting punishment, you will be beaten." Attitude, these are all knowing your mistakes. It’s awkward to be beaten, and saying that you know your mistakes is perfunctory. Think in your heart, what did you do wrong. He deserved it. At that time, he only thought that the beating was light, and he was not unable to lie down." He supported Feng Xing's waist, and re-padded the quilt under his stomach, "Be alert! Think about how big a mistake you have made, You know what to do with it."

"Yes." Feng Xing gently closed his eyes.Father's lesson has always been like this, it's not enough to get beaten, but also to make you reflect from your heart, what you should do and what you shouldn't do, once punished, you have to remember it for a lifetime.Feng Xing silently carries the military orders of King Jing's army in his heart, every time his father hits the board, it seems that those rules are smashed into his heart.

Shang Quhan beat down hard and fast, Feng Xing's buttocks seemed to have been oiled, and it was only drenched once, and it was about to be burned again.Shang Quhan looked at his son's upturned buttocks, which were covered with scars one by one. He was the leader of the army, and King Jing's army had strict military laws.He was used to those brave and forbearing fighters under the baton, but after all, Feng Xing was a child.A pair of thin shoulders kept twitching, and a buttock was so red and blue, it was as pitiful as it could be.The child's hands were firmly grasping the case, and his feet couldn't help but want to move, but he was firmly suppressed by his will.I'm afraid he doesn't know it himself, and the occasional trembling makes his father feel distressed.

The board didn't fall again, Feng Xing was taken aback, thinking that he had done a bad job again, and repeatedly admitted his mistake, "I'm sorry, Dad. This case was rolled down. I thought about it carefully, but I really can't stand it."

The author has something to say: Everyone has been waiting for a long time~

In fact, I feel sorry for Xiao Fengxing, and the senior brother also loves his son, but, no matter how much he loves his son, it still hurts when he spanks