Three anecdotes

Shang Quhan picked up the board this time, "Is it gone?"

Jing Shanbo turned his brain desperately, but he just couldn't come up with anything, but the senior brother asked like this, there must be something else, he didn't dare to say anything, he just pondered over and over again, but there was still no result. Just as he was hesitating, he got a heavy blow on his buttocks, "It seems that the cane just now was for nothing, let's change the board."

"No, big brother, don't want it!" Jing Shanbo's legs were trembling with pain, he turned over and hugged Shang Quhan's waist, "Big brother, don't hit Xiao Ye, don't hit Xiao Ye. You know I know that I am most afraid of being beaten."

Shang Yanhan gently slapped his hand holding his own, pressed him on the case, and held the ruler, "I know you are most afraid of being beaten, do you know what I am most afraid of?"

"Xiaoye was wrong, Xiaoye knew it was wrong. From now on, Xiaoye will study hard, and Xiaoye will not dare."

"Crack!" He responded with a hard slap.

"You won't have a long memory if you don't fight!" Shang Quhan didn't show any pity at all, "Twenty. Give me a hard time!"

"Don't hit—ah!—oh! It hurts—elder brother—it hurts!" Jing Shanbo could only yell.He has always been most afraid of all kinds of instruments of torture, but it can be better at the elder brother's place, but the hard table, the edged rattan, the heavy board, the cold elder brother, the child keeps jumping on the case, Like a writhing, disemboweled fish that knows it's going to be cooked.

Shang Quhan didn't show mercy at all, that is, his buttocks that had been soaked in water had been pumped to pieces, and the board was covered one by one. If it was twenty, it definitely wasn't nineteen.Jing Shanbo couldn't stop begging for mercy at first, but after being hit four times, he couldn't say anything. He grabbed the case with both hands, and swung his legs like tails.Shang Quanhan didn't have the rule of not moving or screaming when hitting, the child just swam and swam under his hands, bounced his legs when the pain was severe, and yelled when it got worse, no matter what Shang Quanhan thought in his heart, There is no preferential treatment in hand.

Seeing Jing Shanbo's sand table-like buttocks swelled into a planed board, thick purlins protruding up, one by one, sometimes the board marks covered the rattan marks, and the blood was accumulated in the flesh. The shirt is thin but I can't even shed tears.

After twenty blows, Shang Quhan put away the board and asked, "Now I know why I hit you?"

Jing Shanbo was already dizzy from being photographed, but he didn't know why, he just shook his head hoarsely, "Eldest Brother loves me, Elder Brother loves me."

"Crack!" This time it was a slap, and it was crisp, "Is it only the senior brother who loves you? He will only promise me here that the other senior brothers have watched you grow up since childhood?"

Only then did Jing Shanbo understand why the senior brother beat him, it turned out that it was because of the second senior brother and the third senior brother, but he was clearly punished last time.

Shang Quhan naturally knew what he was thinking, so he slapped him again when he hugged him, "Don't you understand?"

Jing Shanbo trembled in pain, but hugged the elder brother's neck, "Don't hit me, Xiaoye really knows it's wrong."

Shang Quhan rubbed the child's sweat-drenched hair, "Senior Brother Three ordered you to study early, but you are so courageous that you didn't write a single word. Tell me, can Senior Brother stop beating you?"

Jing Shanbo rubbed his red nose, "The third senior brother didn't even say that he would be punished—oh!" After all, his butt hurts.

"Don't rely on Xin Yang to hurt you, so there are no rules. If you don't listen to a word of senior brothers, how can you let everyone love you in the future?" Shang Quhan straightened the messy hair on his forehead for him, "Lie down obediently .If you don’t slap a hundred slaps today, I will never let you go!”

"Father." Shang Conghuan just saw the little uncle who was beaten and carried out, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't see it. Now he came to receive the cane, his heart was beating non-stop.

Shang Quhan gently closed the book in his hand, "Come here and have a look at this formation."

Shang Conghuan never thought that his father would discuss the 28-star formation with him at this time, so he watched it quietly for a while, and then used the sand table to demonstrate it to his father again.At first he was very apprehensive, but then he gradually got into it and didn't feel it. When he performed seven or eight changes in it and was about to go on, he saw his father looking at him and smiling.

"Father—" Shang Conghuan was a little surprised.

However, Shang Yanhan held his son's hand, and Shang Conghuan unconsciously opened his palm. Seeing the blood bubbles, Shang Conghuan carefully pressed his son's hand, "Hand is swollen from the beating, but today's gun practice is not good enough!" I have suffered."

"Huan'er shouldn't study hard, it's only natural for father to teach him a lesson." Shang Conghuan withdrew his hand and said respectfully.

Shang Quhan suddenly felt as if his heart had been stabbed. Sometimes his son was too sensible, and he also felt that he was a little cruel, "Because I punished you for begging for your uncle, do you feel wronged?"

"I'm not wronged." Shang Conghuan said.

Shang Yuhan looked at him with a smile, and Shang Conghuan gently pushed the fine sand, "I really don't feel wronged. The little master asked me yesterday how many study notes I wrote, and I said I only wrote a few. He saw me today. He has written so much more than him, so he will inevitably feel unhappy. But if I intercede for him today, he will feel that he has caused me, and not only will he not be angry with me, but he will also worry about me. In this way, he will not be afraid Little Martial Uncle will have a birth share with me."

Shang Quhan gently pulled his son to his side, but didn't say anything.He has always known that his son is introverted, flexible, sensible and not lacking in the city, but seeing him calculating everything at such a young age, it is hard to avoid feeling sad.When Feng Xing was only able to speak, he learned to play chess with him, and now he has achieved great success. It is said that only Cardinal Jin, who was known as the son of Chonghua, can compete with him. He felt sorry for him, but now he was holding on to Feng Xing, so he couldn't say a word.

Shang Conghuan probably guessed what his father was thinking, so he just sat quietly.In fact, he doesn't feel tired. Before he could speak, he began to learn how to read other people's thoughts, from the generals in the army, from his uncles, from his father, and even from today's emperor. , Get used to it, and don't feel tired.

Now that his father was so dazed, he felt a little weird, and now he just said, "Father, my son has gone to get the cane, should he still lie on the table?"

Shang Qun paused, "You—you, lean on me—well, clear the case."

"Yes."

"Huan'er—" Shang Quhan suddenly stopped his son.

"What's your order, Commander-in-Chief?" Shang Conghuan asked respectfully.

"Father knows what you want, don't worry, I will definitely let you get what you want in my lifetime!"

The author has something to say: Actually, I always think that Fengxing is the most pitiful person, but, maybe he doesn’t think so