Three anecdotes

Shang Quhan's heart tightened suddenly.He knew that his son was telling the truth.It was precisely because it was the truth that it made him feel even more distressed.Shang Quhan stretched out his hand and lightly touched his son's buttocks. It was swollen like a big steamed bun during the New Year's Eve, and the dough was bubbly, like a small hill.The soldiers have a lot of food, but a steamed bun needs to be shared by two people.

Shang Quhan's hands were big, but his hands couldn't cover his son's buttocks.Fengxing has grown up, thinking that this child has been beaten since he was learning to walk. At first, his butt was a little small, and he lay on his stomach on the bed. Later, he grew up and had to move the stool and board every time he was beaten, and up to today.It was indeed hard work.

Feng Xing felt his father's hands wrapping his hips, as if the biggest heart and the broadest chest contained him, he knew that his father was in distress.Feng Xing licked his lips, the sweat was salty, "Father, it's my fault, I won't beg in the future, you can hit me. I can bear it."

Shang Quhan held up the ruler, "There are still twenty strokes left, count them yourself."

"Yes." Feng Xing straightened his body, unavoidably having some childish thoughts: If it is true that there are only twenty blows left, that would be great.

Shang Quhan raised his hand. Although he was reluctant, he still lowered the ruler against the old injury just now, and even the strength didn't decrease by half.

"twenty!"

"nineteen!"

"Eighteen—uh!"

"Seventeen ten—six!" Feng Xing counted, his whole head was numb, but when the board reached the heels of his legs, he subconsciously twitched.He knew that it was another round of sticking to the old injury and starting again.There are still fifteen more blows, and if there is another fight, I am afraid it will take three rounds.

The person was lying on his stomach, cold sweat dripping down his face, his eyes were sore from the sting.The whole person was divided into two parts by a naked red buttock. At first, he was afraid that his father would say that he would kick his legs, but now he was actually hoping that the deadly board would be replaced.

Hearing his counting voice getting slower and slower, Shang Quhan slapped the board heavily, "Careful! If this is a military stick, it will be easy for you to be kicked out of the camp as you are now."

"Yes! The last general is responsible, Fourteen!"

"The last general is responsible, fifteen!"

"The last general is responsible, Sixteen! Oh!" The board on his buttocks suddenly turned into a slap, and Shang Qun said coldly, "I'm confused."

Feng Xing was stunned at first, and then he realized that he was counting backwards just now, but now he was counting backwards. "It's the child's fault, these two blows don't count." When he said this, Feng Xing's heart twitched. In the current situation, one blow would kill him, but because of this kind of wrongdoing Wrong, two more blows.

Shang Quhan stretched out his hand to hold his back, "Feng Xing, beating you is punishment, and it's also to make you feel at ease. My father knew that you were wronged when you went out to camp without permission."

"No, my son doesn't feel wronged, not at all!" Feng Xing stood up from the case and looked back at his father. "My son thought of helping his senior brother. No matter what the reason is, a mistake is a mistake. Father, although Huan'er is young, he was raised by him with all his efforts. You can teach Huan'er or punish Huan'er. Huan'er dare not be wronged, and will not be wronged. My boy knows that you want to keep your senior brother, so I will do it. These consequences are what I should bear. Even if I take a step back, as a subordinate, I shouldn't Presumptuously, you didn't let the child wait for the army stick in the big camp, you already feel sorry for the child, and now I hear you say that-cough cough "I am in a hurry, I have been hit so many times, now He supported the case with both hands again, and cold sweat rolled down his cheeks, spreading all over his face.Shang Quhan was so distressed that he helped his son wipe the sweat off his face, "Huan'er, your temperament is like your third uncle."

"Father said that he hoped that the child would be an upright person like the third uncle." Feng Xing knew that among several uncles, the one his father admired most was the third uncle.Now that he said that, it was a high compliment to himself.In fact, although everyone said that his father was strict with him, his father had a lot of trust in him since he was a child.His father always praised his writing for political essays and war essays, and he was happier than anyone else when he made progress in practicing kung fu.Many uncles in the army would say after being beaten, Young Marshal, although the Marshal beat you, he loves you dearly.Every time we praise you, although the marshal always says don't spoil the child, he can't hide the joy in his heart.You are the only son of the Marshal, so even if you are stricter with you, don't worry too much, he doesn't love you, who else does he love?Fengxing would politely thank all uncles for their concern every time, but he never felt the need for them to tell him.He is the person my father loves most, and he knows it better than anyone else.He has great ambitions, and all the strictness of his father is to help him realize that great ambition.These are the secrets between their father and son, and no one else knows about them.

Feng Xing's hands were firmly on the case, "Father Commander, you fight!"

Shang Quhan looked at his son's straight spine, and his fingertips slid all the way down his cervical spine.To the waist, and then down, the son is too thin, and the bones of the tailbone are a little chrome.He raised the board, and heard the clear and clear voices on his buttocks, and the voice of Fengxing's counting became monotonous.

"fourteen!"

"Thirteen."

"twelve."

Feng Xing counted silently, he could feel that the board seemed to be lighter.Although his buttocks still hurt after several severe punishments, his father's distress made him feel much better.Board, so many years, too familiar touch.It is hard, flat, and straight. When I was a child, I was always scared to death when I was beaten, because every time I hit the board, my buttocks seemed to be scalded with a layer of sesame oil.But when I grew up, my fear of family law changed from pain to something else.For example, guilt towards my father, disappointment with myself.

Feng Xing bit his lips tightly, the hands holding the case began to tremble, and his two legs dangling on the ground also became empty.Every time the board fell, it was spicy first, then numb, the buttocks turned and hurt from the outside to the inside, and the meat wrapped in the skin swelled up with pain, like peppercorns jumping in oil after winter.

"Ten, nine—" Feng Xing's body couldn't stop jumping down, his clothes were soaked with sweat, the wood was slippery, his two legs seemed to be hanging in the air, but his heart was hanging by the well , the skin and flesh on the buttocks seemed to be separated, and it seemed to be swollen because of the beating and clinging tightly.Feng Xing imagined that his butt must be stretched so shiny and transparent right now.There is a saying among common people that a beating is called cooked skin, and he now feels that his skin must be cooked.

When he counted to six, Shang Quhan stopped his hands.He hugged Fengxing's body upwards.Fengxing felt that the quilt under his stomach was soaked with sweat.He looked at Shang Quhan pitifully, his eyes were astonishingly bright, maybe it was because he couldn't bear to cry.In Shang Quhan's memory, Fengxing almost never shed tears.As a father, he didn't know whether he should be proud or regretful.

"There are still five." Shang Qun said coldly.

Feng Xing felt his legs twitching.There is no place to put your hands on the buttocks. The board is not like a cane, and the wounds are all outside.Even if it looks pitiful, it will get better soon.The sandalwood wood is hard, and he didn't intentionally release water. If he beat it any further, he might hurt the child.

Shang Quhan withdrew the board, "Remember the remaining five moves first, there are still six mistakes, go and reflect on yourself." He paused for a while, "Sit empty."

When Feng Xing heard this, he was so frightened that his legs shrank together.Obviously, my father loves me so much, why should I sit idle and reflect on myself.The child seemed dumbfounded by fright, and begged in a low voice, "Father, hit me, I can take it."

Shang Qinhan patted his buttocks with a ruler, "I feel sorry for you when I got you up! Do you think you won't have to sit idle after taking those five more blows?"

It was only then that Fengxing realized that he had been frightened stupid, yes, there were still so many mistakes.

Shang Quhan poked him in the waist with a ruler, "Six mistakes. Each of them is not small. Originally, you were going to be punished severely, but today I'm afraid you won't be able to take it on your butt. Take it as a chance for you. If you admit your mistakes, write well. Just hit less boards."

"Yes." Feng Xing agreed.

Shang Que said coldly, "Get up. Just sit at this table. After a while, there are at least fifty more, so let's take a rest."

Feng Xing whispered, "Where is it called resting?"

Shang Quhan's face darkened, Fengxing was terrified.Although he also joked with his father, and occasionally made some innocuous little complaints, his father would never blame him, but when he was really angry, he still didn't dare, so even if he didn't want to, he had to stand up obediently, "My son, thank you father for your compassion. "Actually, the so-called empty sitting is a rule established by Feng Xing when he first learned to write when he was a child.Children's habits are formed from an early age. When they first practice calligraphy, they will always slump their waists and tilt their heads.In order to correct his bad habits, Shang Quhan beat him a lot.But people are always lazy, playing for a while, and occasionally when I am in a hurry to write, I will not sit upright again.So, Shang Quhan made a rule, if he saw him burying his neck and stepping on his waist when writing, he would pull out his chair and tell him to squat on his two legs to write.When the punishment is severe, it takes most of the day to squat.In fact, it is common to be punished for a day by standing on the horse stance, but the most powerful thing compared to the horse stance is the need to hang the wrist to run the calligraphy.When I was young, I couldn't stand up, and the sweat rolled down in big drops. Sometimes the sweat dripped on the paper, melted the ink, and I had to write again.Therefore, what Fengxing was most afraid of hearing when he was a child was the word sitting empty.Occasionally, his handwriting is not good, and Shang Quhan's sentence "if there is a chair, just sit there if you can't write well" can control him for at least several months.When I grew up a little, listening to my father and uncles deduce formations in the camp, the formation of troops is naturally a profound truth, but how can a child understand so much.When I first started listening, I didn't understand a lot of things.If you don't understand, you will fall asleep easily.If Shang Quhan saw him dozing off, he waved casually at the soldier without asking why, "Give me his stool."

As a result, the child has to obediently assume the posture of sitting empty and listen to it all day long.Sometimes even when he just dozed off, Shang Quhan didn't need to tell him, but he just glanced over.The child has to obediently lift up his buttocks. There is obviously a stool under his body, but his buttocks are hanging indistinctly and he dare not sit on it.Occasionally, a careless general saw the sweat dripping from his forehead, and at first he didn't understand, thinking that he was unwell, but then he gradually understood how the marshal punished the young marshal.Standing in the air is of course extremely difficult. After Feng Xing has been punished for a long time, he has to find some ways to divert his attention. In this way, when he watched the formation deduction, he actually entered the door and found it more and more interesting.He is only an 11-year-old child, but he can memorize thousands of formations and the changes within them.

With his father's words, Feng Xing had no choice but to get the pen and paper. He had just spread the paper when he heard a knock on the door.Here is Xin Yang's house again, is there something wrong?Shang Quhan gave him a wink, Feng Xing understood, and immediately pulled up his pants. As soon as he bent down, he almost fell to the ground in pain, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

"Brother, Tong Xiang was robbed by someone. The other party sent a post, asking to go to Tutunpo tomorrow to exchange horses, specifying that Feng Xing should do the exchange." Wei Jinleng explained the whole thing in a few words.

Shang Quhan looked back at Feng Xing, saw that he was fully dressed, and then said to the outside, "Come in."

Wei Jin coldly pushed open the door, and saw Feng Xing standing in front of the table with a pale face, the senior brother was still holding the board in his hand.Wei Jinhan handed the post to Shang Jinhan with both hands, "This is Di Ren's mark."

"Beidi? He Lianxi still needs to grab horses?" Beidi used horses, and there was a saying at that time that people from the south were from the south, the horses from the west, and the east city.

Feng Xing gritted his teeth and tried his best to take two steps forward, the sweat almost scalded his spine, Wei Jin Leng knew very well that the senior brother's family law was strict, and his heart ached very much.But at this moment, it was not the time to talk about this, Feng Xing glanced at the post, and said in a steady voice, "Return to father, return to Third Master Uncle, this is the mark of Director General Di Ren Bingma."

"Oh?" Shang Qun's cold voice was slightly playful.There are many princes in Beidi, and before He Lianxi eradicated the dissidents, the military power was in the hands of the princes.At that time, there was no such orchestra as the General Director of Soldiers and Horses.

Wei Jinleng nodded, "Indeed. There hasn't been a military commander in Beidi for 40 years. Now, the one who has just been granted the seal is—" Wei Jinleng hesitated.

Shang Que said coldly, "Cardinal Jin."

"Second Martial Uncle is also in the Helianxi camp." Although he knew that no one in this world could hurt Chu Yiqing, Feng Xing was still a little worried.

Shang Que said coldly, "Reply a letter to the newly appointed General Manager of Jin, saying, "My son is stupid, it's a neglect. Tomorrow Tutunpo, I will meet him personally!"

"Yes. Xinyang will do it immediately."

"Father—" Feng Xing called out.

Shang Quhan patted his son's shoulder lightly, "Sleep well, tomorrow, there might be a tough battle."

"Yes!" Feng Xing immediately cheered up.

"Wait." Shang Qinhan glanced at his son, "Tonight, just stay here and sleep."

The author has something to say: Seven mistakes, definitely can't be finished at once, let Xiao Fengxing also take a break, haha~

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