In the early summer of the eighth year of Zhenguan, in the palace of Lu Guogong in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty, Cheng Chubi was raising his head at the moment, looking up at the sky without any haze at a 45-degree angle.
The still refreshing breeze was whistling over the city of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, but it did not affect Cheng Chubi's mood as he stood there blankly at this moment, lamenting the impermanence of life.
As the technical backbone of the township health center, I was enjoying the spicy hot pot. However, I received a call from a remote village. An old man broke his leg.
He threw the medical equipment onto the Zongshen motorcycle specially equipped for him, the technical backbone of the health center, and hit the accelerator. The three-wheeled motorcycle was drifting gracefully amid the stars in the eyes of the pretty little nurse who brought the medical equipment.
He rushed out of the health center.
As a result, less than two kilometers out of the health center, when I was about to turn into a mountain road, I was hit by a large truck whose brakes failed.
When I opened my eyes, I realized that this place was no longer the familiar country trails, mountains and villages.
It's not like the hospital ward is full of the smell of August 4th disinfectant, but it has actually arrived at Duke Lu's Mansion in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty at the beginning of the eighth year of the Zhenguan Period of the Tang Dynasty.
It was not good to be reincarnated, but I was reincarnated into the house of a shameless old gangster from the famous warlord circle of the Tang Dynasty.
Neighbors in Chang'an City, old and young, talked about the Twenty-Four Heroes of Lingyan Pavilion and raised their thumbs without saying anything.
If you talk about Cheng, one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, haha... the thumb that was just raised will instantly point down.
"Cherish life and stay away from big products." Cheng Chubi's eyes were filled with tears. Goodbye, upstairs and downstairs, lights and phones. Goodbye, my 5G mobile phone that I just spent a month's salary on.
There is also my computer that is fully stuffed with four terabytes of hard drive, my King of Glory, which has become the star of glory, and my favorite that I have just prepared and haven’t had a few meals yet: Cheng’s secret hot pot base.
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In any case, becoming the son of a high-ranking national cadre, with such a high starting point, really made Cheng Chubi have the idea of living around and waiting to die for the rest of his life when he first learned about his identity.
However, how could the correct outlook on life, values and worldview brought by the nine-year compulsory education, the dedicated medical workers, the members of the poverty alleviation township assistance working group, and the uniquely talented chef who is good at southern cuisine, have such a sinking and...
Depraved thoughts.
He came to the prosperous Tang Dynasty, how could he do nothing? Cheng Chubi began to reflect on himself.
At this moment, a fluffy face came over, with a pair of curious big copper bell eyes staring so hard that Cheng Chubi's face turned dark.
"Second brother? Can your face be farther away?"
Can you please stay away from me with that hairy face of yours? Do you know that the number of bacteria on men’s beards far exceeds the number of bacteria on dogs?
"Third brother, what are you looking at here?" Second brother Cheng Chuliang raised his head and looked around.
"Second, second and third, what are you looking at here?" The eldest twin brother Cheng Chumo also rushed over and subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky. The same furry face, the same curious big copper bell eyes...
Behind him, fourteen-year-old Si Cheng Chucun and eleven-year-old Wu Cheng Chuli also rushed over and raised their heads in unison.
"..." Cheng Chubi looked at the upturned faces around him, and a sense of intellectual superiority suddenly emerged.
"Brothers, what are you looking at? Big Bird?" The old Liu Cheng Chu Xia, who was only nine years old and turned into a monkey in the few years after taking off the butt curtain, also appeared...
Looking at this big family full of rough guys, Cheng Chubi lowered his head silently and walked away quietly.
He felt that if he continued to stay like this, his IQ would be lowered to the same level.
"Lao San, Lao San, what are you looking at?" The second brother, Cheng Chuliang, still held his head stubbornly and shouted loudly.
Cheng Chubi sighed quietly and ignored the five brothers. Waving his sleeves, I left quietly without taking away a single cloud.
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In Chang'an City, in the palace, Queen Changsun, whose skin was as beautiful as snow, elegant and gentle, stepped into the room and saw her husband Li Shimin, whose expression was a little solemn.
"Erlang, what happened? I just saw Daozhang Sun, Daozhang Yuan and the extremely angry Lu Guogong leaving the palace."
"Well, the third son of the Cheng family had a banquet with those kids from the Honorable Family a few days ago, and ended up being drunk for two days before he woke up. When he woke up, he didn't recognize anyone."
"Lao Cheng invited Dr. Deng from Yongxingfang to treat Cheng Chubi. As a result, Lao Cheng almost got into a fight with the doctor."
"A fight?" Queen Changsun looked a little strange. "Why is this?"
Li Shimin helplessly spread his hands.
"Doctor Deng said that Cheng Laosan was suffering from madness. It's not like you don't know the tempers of Lao Cheng's family. If Yu Chigong and Qin Qiong hadn't been there at that time, I'm afraid..."
Empress Changsun quickly grabbed the corners of her clothes and calmed down for a long time. Finally, she didn't behave inappropriately before the king, and then she said in surprise, "Doctor Deng is also a famous doctor in Chang'an. If he said so..."
"That's why Lao Cheng came to the palace to invite Taoist Sun, who had been treating and recuperating his father's health. Taoist Yuan was also skilled in the art of Qi Huang, so he dragged him along with him."
"That day at the banquet, the descendants of several distinguished families were there. And that boy Ke'er also went, alas..."
"If Cheng Chubi is really that ill and can't be cured, I really don't know how much headache I will have." After saying this, Li Shimin couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
"Since Daozhang Sun is going with Daozhang Yuan, maybe his illness can be cured..." Empress Changsun also comforted her with some uncertainty.
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Cheng Yaojin, a middle-aged man with a thick beard and a ferocious expression, was sitting in the carriage with a big horse and a golden sword. He was listening to the inquiry of Taoist Sun, who was standing in front of him with a childlike face and white hair.
"There are some unusual things about patients with psychosis. I wonder if General Cheng knows what's wrong with him?"
"Strange? Apart from the fact that I don't recognize anyone, there seems to be nothing strange." Cheng Yaojin touched his thick beard like a steel needle, his expression was very tangled.
"Oh, by the way, the third child didn't want to use toilet chips when he went to the latrine today, and he didn't want to use cloth towels. He insisted on rice paper, and he said that squatting in the pit without paper would not be a ritual."
"Yi, a sense of ritual?" Sun Simiao and Yuan Tiangang, two world-famous Taoist masters, turned green in the face, and it was difficult to maintain their expressions without losing their composure.
To go to a filthy place like a latrine with your pants up, and then have to use the paper used by literati to record poems and books to open your buttocks. This is such a ritual...
"Ahem... General Cheng, there are other strange things about him."
Daochang Sun plucked his long, snow-white beard to calm down. He felt that it was better not to mention this topic, which would be poked in the spine by tens of thousands of intellectuals and gentlemen in Chang'an City.
"What else is unusual? I don't recognize any of my relatives at home, and there are always some bizarre sentences coming out of my mouth."
Yuan Tiangang interjected. "Please give me an example, general. What did he say that was difficult for the general to understand?"
Cheng Yaojin rubbed his beard in confusion and sighed. "Old Cheng, I remember the first thing he asked when he woke up was what movie he was filming and if he could lend him his hand to call the police..."
"I, Old Cheng, have been hunting birds all my life, and I have never heard of birds like hand chickens. As for calling the police, Old Cheng, I am even more confused. But when I asked this kid, he denied it."
"..." Yuan Tiangang looked confused. He said, "I have lived for decades and I have never heard of any phone calls."
Then he looked at the equally confused Divine Doctor Sun next to him and gave crazy hints.
After the two Taoist masters made eye contact for a while, they both understood what the other meant. This third master Cheng was afraid that even if he was not insane, he might be suffering from a similar disorder.
"I asked you two Taoist priests, why are you flirting with Lao Cheng? Why, you have something to say and you can't return it?"
Cheng Yaojin on the side was immediately unhappy. I invited you to see a doctor, not because you two chrysanthemum-faced old cow-nosed people are in love.
"..." The faces of the two Taoist masters turned dark. However, looking at the bulging cheeks, face and fleshy old man Cheng, he looked murderous.
Forget it, coward... Well, just follow your heart. Why should we, outsiders, be like this famous bully in the court, a noble gangster?
"General Cheng, don't talk nonsense. Pindao is thinking about how he should face the young master later."
"What Master Sun said is true. He doesn't think he is sick, so we must be careful and observe from the sidelines before saying anything else."
"That's good, thanks to you two Taoist priests. My son has recovered from his illness, and I will definitely be richly rewarded by Old Cheng." Cheng Yaojin stretched out his hands with black hair on the back and patted them heavily on the shoulders.
That steady and heavy power made the two Fangwai experts turn pale...
As soon as the carriage stopped in front of the Duke Lu's Mansion, Cheng Yaojin saw Yuchi Gong galloping towards him, followed closely behind by a carriage pulled by him.
"Lao Cheng, I'm here to deliver medicine to your third child." Yuchi Gong, a burly man with a dark face, turned over and jumped off his horse, raising his hand proudly.
The guards behind him pulled the carriage to the front. The two Taoist priests who had just got off the carriage shivered. An adult bear and a colorful leopard were lying on the carriage at the moment.
"Is this medicine?!" Sun Simiao pulled out his white beard again and inhaled like a toothache. Taoist priest Yuan Tiangang next to him was also confused.
Standing side by side with Cheng Yaojin, who was mighty and majestic, they looked like two ferocious door gods. Yuchi respectfully stroked his thick beard and said proudly.
"Well, yesterday I sent Dr. Deng out of Lao Cheng's residence and casually asked if the disease could be cured. Old man Deng said it should be possible."
"Isn't your third child suffering from eccentricity? Then let's make up for it with the form. Big boss, give him the whole pot of heart and courage. It will definitely be effective."
"Hiss..." The two Taoist masters took a breath of cold air, and the corners of their eyes twitched.