Three anecdotes

I have a good father, Feng Xing has always known.About the status of the father, about the identity of the mother, before the age of four, I will not think about it, after the age of four, it is too late to think about it.Eating and sleeping, reading and practicing martial arts, when there is so much homework from opening eyes to turning off the lights, the firework girl my father loved, and the man my father fell in love with again, are just gossip for dinner.Gradually growing up, in addition to studying, he also played chess with his father. After practicing martial arts, he went to the camp with his father to watch the soldiers drill, and learned a little about sending troops. He even invited famous Confucian scholars to teach him the strategy of politics , the unique Prince Jing's son, who doesn't even have a brother competing for favor in the mansion, let alone care about other things.

Many people say that their father dotes on the little uncle and holds it in the palm of his hand. At a young age, he has to go to stand and listen to the training every day, wash his feet and rub his shoulders, but Fengxing is not only not wronged, he prefers to serve his father every day At that time, my father was not fierce at all, he would carefully watch how his body was doing, whether he was practicing too hard, whether he was tired from studying, it was rare and warm, and the father would also say things that only a father and son can say.The Tian family is ruthless, I have a prince with a heavy army in my hand, and I can still live a warm life like a commoner's child every day. Children who are used to killing and killing, they already know how good this is when they are eight or nine years old. up.His father is serious, but he is not fierce. Even if the family law hits him, he will not feel that his father does not love him.

Will you be jealous of my junior uncle? I used to have it when I was a child.But is the father partial?Absolutely not.The two did bad things together, there is absolutely no reason to punish him to let the little uncle go, as for sleeping together at night or hiding in his arms and acting like a baby, Feng Xing will never think that his father will punish him if he wants to do this, It's just that he's not used to it.

When he was seven years old, he went to the battlefield for the first time in his father's Zhaoye. Those uncles who would drink a bowl of wine with him on weekdays, carried the King Jing's flag that was as blue as the sky and deep as the sea. survive!It was the first time that he jumped off his father's horse and pierced the enemy's chest with his iron cone gun. The blood spattered so high that his eyes were red. From then on, he knew that immediately With a horizontal gun, he can kill a thousand miles of rivers and mountains, this is the life he wants.In that battle, his father held the hand of him, who was only seven years old, and defeated twelve cavalrymen in a row. He stood high on the horse, with a spear standing on the ground, and felt for the first time that the standing Shang character flag was Ask him to carry it.

Di Ren fled far away, defeated and defeated, and his father was in command, "To pursue or not to pursue?"

"Whoever commits a strong man will be punished even if he is far away!" He was not tall, but he spoke loudly. His father's cold eyes swept over his blood-stained face, "Is this where you talk? Go outside my tent and kneel down!" Two hours."

He firmly grasped the gun in his hand, he was almost as tall as the gun, and the torn tiger's mouth was painful, but it was not as good as his father's calm words, he ignored the pleadings of his uncles, behaved Ju kowtowed to receive the punishment, "Yes, Marshal."

That night, his father wiped the wound on his leg with shochu, "Huan'er, your ambition should not be to seal the wolf, live in Xu, and lay counties in Qilian."

He doesn't understand. At the age of 17, the hussar general who straddled the horse, and the champion of the three armies, was the farthest one in his childhood dream. "The child doesn't understand."

His father shook his sore hands from holding the gun too tightly, "You don't need to follow me tomorrow, go and copy the Tao Te Ching ten times." Since he was able to read, the Tao Te Ching has been a must-do homework.

"Huan'er still wants to kill a few more enemies, and he has memorized the "Tao Te Ching" by heart." It was the first time he saw the battlefield, and he couldn't watch those uncles and uncles who loved him charge forward and spill their blood on the battlefield. But do nothing.

"Twenty times." Father's expression was harder than when he saw him kill someone for the first time.

"My son is willing to copy thirty times, and I want to help my father to fight!" Feng Xing has always been stubborn.

"One hundred times." Shang Quhan's voice was as cold as ice, "If you don't want to add another hundred army sticks."

He wanted to speak, but he dared not.His father gently rubbed his head, but his voice was extremely solemn, "Huan'er, remember, military orders are like mountains."

"Yes." He wrote the "Tao Te Ching" by the candlelight, and copied it so many times that he no longer needed to read the Yuan Dian.However, his hand still hurts.Many years later, thinking of the night when he was desperately holding the pen, he suddenly understood his father's good intentions, and when his hand hurt, it was too late to think about the fear of killing someone for the first time.There is just one thing that my father doesn't know, that night, what he learned was not that the military order is like a mountain, but that the father's order is hard to disobey.

"Young Marshal." His relatives followed Wang Hu to change the lamp, "You have to give in when you go back. The Marshal's order is strict. The last general has already told the people in the Warlord's Camp that he won't hurt his bones."

Fengxing has experienced a lot in recent years, and after this birthday, he is one year older, but it is more and more difficult to see a clear expression on his face, he just said, "Thank you, Brother Wang." He won people's hearts, even if Wang Hu didn't say anything, the soldiers in charge couldn't beat him hard, but after all, it was the people around him, who were more worried about him, Feng Xing was very grateful in his heart.Even Wang Hu knew that he would not be able to escape the army stick after returning home, but he didn't know how many times he would hit him, and whether he would take his father's threat seriously.

"The Vanguard Battalion has arrived. Our spies reported that Yu joined the army and passed through Bizhou." Wang Hu reported.

Feng Xing nodded slightly, "The people around him are also capable, don't startle them by making mistakes."

Wang Hu didn't understand.The emperor wanted the life of the general, and it was not a great favor for the little prince to save him, so why didn't he make it known.It's fine not to make any noise, the young prince also specially ordered to bring the soldiers who were originally from Yuenan, and if they were discovered, they would say they were from Chengguo.General Yu is suspicious. If he is from Chengguo, he should bring soldiers from Yuexi. Yuenan area is the land of the Tuzhuang clan. It's just that although the young prince is young, he has strategized well, and the reason for this is naturally not understood by a follower like Wang Hu.

Feng Xing saw that Wang Hu looked suspicious, but he didn't dare to ask questions, he didn't need to explain, he just said he wanted to read a book.Wang Hu said, "I've read the Tao Te Ching eight hundred times, why did the little prince bring it with me when I went out this time?" People who have been following Fengxing are still used to calling him the little prince.

Feng Xing's tone is still very firm, "Eight hundred and eight hundred and one chapters are probably the same, but after seeing one thousand chapters, you will experience a few times more than eight hundred chapters."

Wang Hu didn't understand these things, but he knew that the prince and the little prince were right, so he didn't dare to disturb Feng Xing, so he went down again.

Feng Xing rubbed the pages of the book, thinking of the scene of standing opposite his father reading to him word for word when he first learned to read, he couldn't help smiling, "Father, Huan'er has grown up."

"Why are you so stupid." Cardinal Jin yawned in the bathtub, Shang Chengbi's face was livid, and he put a bowl of egg whites on his hair.

"Smooth it down with your fingers, don't rub it." Cardinal Jin instructed.Who knows what ailment Shang Chengbi has, he insisted on washing his hair.

"It's sticky and has a fishy smell." Shang Chengbi was picky, "Your hair smells delicious every day. Is it okay?"

"Let the maid do it." Cardinal Jin was really annoyed by him.

Shang Chengbi was silent.After a while, he suddenly said, "Oh, it's slippery." After speaking, he combed the end of his hair with a comb, and touched it with his hands.

"Ask them to paste some orchids. The orchids on your body smell very good." Shang Chengbi began to toss.

Cardinal Jin spread his hands on the tub, "I don't like the smell of orchids, by the way, Yu Tongxiang is going to Beijing."

"I'm afraid he won't be able to enter Beijing." Shang Chengbi said lightly, and grabbed another handful of flower petals and threw them into Cardinal Jin's bathtub.

Cardinal Jin smiled slightly, "How about we make a bet?"

"What?" Shang Chengbi didn't care.

"If this time, Yu Tongxiang safely enters the capital to face the Holy Spirit—" He suddenly stood up from the water and threw himself next to Shang Chengbi's ear, "I will be on it for the next three days."

Shang Chengbi was taken aback for a moment, then pushed him into the water and kissed him deeply, "You should stay below—"

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