Chapter 47 What is Zhizhizhi, shouldn't it be the truth next?
Li Shimin, the wise and majestic Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, was standing on the steps with his hands behind his back.
Listening to the report of the leader of the guards of the Prince of Shu's palace who hurriedly arrived, his face became darker and darker. Finally, he twitched his eyes and waved stiffly to repel the visitor.
When there was no one around, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty couldn't help but stamp his feet fiercely. "This old man can only bully a little kid, so what's the point?"
Li Shimin was also helpless. He only sent Li Ke to inquire about the matter, but he did not issue an order, so it could only be regarded as a private matter and not an official matter.
And that scoundrel Cheng Yaojin left Li Ke to have a banquet in the house. This was the way to treat guests. Could he still punish this old scoundrel for this matter?
Well, the only thing that makes people unhappy is that this old man likes to press wine.
No matter who goes to his house for a banquet, over the years, there are probably less than ten people who can walk out on their own legs.
When I think about it, in order to prevent Ke'er from getting drunk, I specifically asked this kid to go two days late. As a result, alas...
Thinking of this, Li Shimin's anger gradually dissipated and turned into laughter and tears. What else could he do? Could he still send a bodyguard to snatch Ke'er back?
Every family and government that went to the Cheng family for the banquet also received news that their son had sent his own bodyguards.
Apart from jumping on his feet and scolding old man Cheng a few times for bullying the young, he could only roll his eyes and do nothing.
After all, for the eldest brother, not to mention the second brother, if the younger generation dares to set foot in their home, it will be very difficult for them to leave on their own legs.
After all, a bunch of rough old men who fight on the battlefield and kill people like to tease the younger generation and take pleasure in it...
This may be called the kindness of the elders, which is all in the wine, and the care for the younger generations, all at the family banquet.
Even in the Fangfu, the famous Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty and his wife, Mrs. Lu, could only look at each other in silence at this moment. Mrs. Lu stomped her feet bitterly.
"His Royal Highness the King of Shu is also the same. Every time he goes to the Cheng family, he has to drag our second son with him. Now it's better. They are all trapped in the Cheng family."
"Madam, please calm down. Your Highness and our Erlang are not the only ones trapped in the Cheng Mansion. Alas, what is this..."
The Prime Minister of Fang had been trimming his beard for a long time and was helpless, so he came to save someone?
Haha... I'm afraid I'll have to put my 100-pound old bones there, so forget it.
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Cheng Chubi woke up in the early morning when the sky was just bright. It seemed that yesterday's family banquet started so early that the family banquet had already come to an end when it got dark.
Cheng Chubi only remembered that the kind old father ordered the servants to throw all these unconscious and noble dandies into the guest room.
I couldn't hold it any longer, so I went back to the house early and fell asleep.
Not sure if the unlucky guys were awake yet, Cheng Chubi felt so happy that he lost sleep in an instant.
After washing up, I wandered into the front hall and happened to see Cheng Yaojin having breakfast.
"The third child is awake? How are you? Are you okay?" Cheng Yaojin saw Cheng Chubi, put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, wiped his mouth and came to Cheng Chubi.
"Alas...it was my fault yesterday that my father, you are so kind, let you drink so much wine."
Seeing the undisguised concern on Cheng Yaojin's fleshy face, Cheng Chubi shook his head and smiled.
"Thank you for your concern, father. The child is fine."
"Well, that's all. Come sit down and tell me why those guys came to our house yesterday."
After listening to Cheng Chubi's explanation, Cheng Yaojin suddenly felt happy.
"These old guys have a lot of evil intentions. But that's okay. If things go wrong..."
"Well, of course, dad believes that you, third brother, are really capable."
"There is a court meeting today. Dad must go there early, Cheng Fu."
After hastily finishing breakfast, Cheng Yaojin wiped his mouth and stood up and shouted.
"Are the dolls up yet?"
"Sir, the young masters are all awake, but the eldest and second master are still asleep because they drank too much yesterday."
"Well, then wake up the boss and the second boss in two quarters of an hour. Don't miss the time to go to the Yamen."
Cheng Chubi accompanied Cheng Yaojin out of the front hall and outside the mansion while talking. Cheng Chubi thought of a question and asked casually.
"Father, why don't we have dogs in our house?"
The kind smile on Cheng Yaojin's face suddenly froze, his expression became very complicated, and he hesitated for a long time.
Finally, he reached out and took the horse rein handed over by his own soldier, and then sighed.
“With so many children at home, what’s the point of raising a dog?
Okay, third brother, please keep an eye on those three younger brothers and don’t let them act recklessly. I’m going to go..."
Seeing Cheng Yaojin riding away surrounded by a group of soldiers, Cheng Chubi pondered for a long time without understanding the meaning of his father's words.
What does it mean to raise a dog when there are many children in the house? The old Cheng family is also a royal family after all, so we can't afford to raise a dog just because we have many children, right?
If that's the case, why bother holding extravagant family dinners every once in a while?
Turning his head, he saw Cheng Fu, the chief steward of Duke Lu's palace, standing next to him.
Cheng Chubi felt that the chief steward should know something about this issue.
The two of them walked towards the mansion, and Cheng Chubi directly raised the topic. "Uncle Fu, what did my father mean by what he said just now?"
I saw Uncle Fu's expression became a little, well, a little exciting, and he glanced at Cheng Chubi, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
"Uncle Fu, tell me, you also know that I have lost my memory and can't remember many things."
Cheng Chubi quickly put on a sad face to hide the burning fire of gossip in his heart.
"Sigh... Actually, the master also likes dogs. There were dogs in the house before. But..."
Cheng Fu paused deliberately and looked at Cheng Chubi again.
"Since the birth of several young masters, well, not to mention dogs, even cats..."
Cheng Chubi had already cocked his ears and couldn't wait to hear the answer. "Zhizhizhi..."
"???"
What the hell does "Zhi Zhi Zhi" mean? Cheng Chubi is a little confused. Shouldn't the next step be the truth?
Soon, Cheng Chubi realized that the squeaking sound did not come from Uncle Fu's mouth, but from a big mouse.
What did he see? On the stone road a few feet in front of him, he saw a strong, foot-long mouse.
He jumped out from one side of the stone road, and then crossed the stone road boldly and brutally.
The frightened squeaking revealed the fear inside this fat mouse, as if something terrible was chasing it behind it.
Before Cheng Chubi could make any move, he heard a sharp shout from Cheng Laosi. "Over there, chase me quickly!"
"Wow, wow, look at my rat-killing axe!"
"Don't let the enemy generals escape, brothers, please open the way for me!"
Then, three huskies covered in dust, holding wooden knives and axes, full of murderous intent and screaming, ahem... the handsome young men of Cheng Mansion.
He also jumped out of the grass and crossed the stone road.
It quickly disappeared without a trace. Only the squeaking sound still echoed in the courtyard.
Cheng Chubi stared blankly at the empty stone road, turned his head, and looked at Uncle Fu, who was shaking his head in confusion.
"Well, roughly." Uncle Fu met Cheng Chubi's gaze with a nostalgic and pained expression, and spoke a little vaguely.