Chapter 65 You're too shy, but it's okay to have a father)
Cheng Chubi was instantly petrified. Neixiu, Xiuer, Duxiu, Zhang Xiu...
One after another, the heroes and heroines with the word "xiu" in their names put on model costumes.
Wahahaha, a loud laugh in the style of Peking Opera, passed through my mind.
Seeing that the third child seemed a little frightened, Cheng Yaojin said with a pleasant expression.
"You should also know that your mother is an heirloom of poetry and calligraphy, and is very knowledgeable. Dad learned all this knowledge from your mother.
So, third child, remember to study hard, complete your homework, and strive to be as knowledgeable as your father in the future."
"..." Cheng Chubi nodded silently. As the most handsome cub of the old Cheng family, he should indeed be the cultural leader of the old Cheng family.
When he mentioned cultural responsibility, Cheng Chubi remembered another big thing.
"Dad, when you say that, I think of another big thing."
Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but laugh when he saw Cheng Chubi bend down again, pull out another box from under the couch, and start looking for the key.
"Lao San, how many treasures have you hidden here?"
"Dad, there's nothing we can do about it, my child. This is a treasure that my child wants to pass on to our old Cheng family's poems and books.
I've been too busy these past two days and haven't had time to frame it yet, and I'm afraid that the fourth child and the others might damage it by messing around, so I just put it here."
While speaking, Cheng Chubi proudly laid out one piece.
"This painting was painted by His Majesty himself, and later His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness the King of Shu wrote on it..."
Lao Cheng's eyes lit up after hearing these words, and he picked up the book and looked at it for a few times happily.
"I said, why are they so pleasing to the eye? Look at the horses and birds above.
They are all very festive, even the two circles are very festive...
It is indeed a good treasure. I left it to my father. He took it and framed it himself and hung it in the house from now on.
Let you brothers educate and nurture me well, and at least you will have some ink in your belly."
Seeing his father so happy, Cheng Chubi forgave his father for his unintentional act of saying that the breeze he drew was a circle.
"Then what is this one?"
"Dad, do you know Yan Liben, the doctor in the imperial court? This is his painting..." Cheng Chubi proudly spread out another painting.
Although it is just a portrait, and although the face is pockmarked by himself, it is still the work of Master Yan.
Cheng Yaojin picked up the painting and looked at it. "Third brother, you must have stepped on dog shit that day. You are so lucky..."
"..." Cheng Chubi was not happy. He didn't step on dog shit, but his three younger brothers rolled in the mud and were dirtier than dog shit...
Think about it, after all, brothers need to be friendly and united. There is no need to tell a kind old father who likes physical education about such trivial matters.
"Although the painting has a pockmarked face, it is Lao Yan's handiwork at least. It is pleasing to the eye at first sight. Well, the pockmarks also look festive."
"Lao Yan is capable, but he is a bit pretentious. Very few of his paintings have been published, and only the few of His Majesty's paintings have been published."
"Even if you have a good relationship with him, it's hard to get one even if you ask for one."
"But Third Brother, why didn't you ask them to pay you for these two paintings?"
Cheng Chubi thought of the disgusted look Yan Liben looked at him at that time, and touched his nose in embarrassment.
"My child is not familiar with Yan Langzhong, and I am really embarrassed to do it in front of His Majesty..."
"You kid, you are just too shy. This is not good." Cheng Yaojin patted Cheng Chubi on the shoulder lovingly. "But it's okay, dad is here."
"Since their masterpiece has fallen into the hands of our old Cheng family, just leave these signatures to Dad."
Looking at Cheng Yaojin's kind face full of flesh, his shrewd eyes, and his confident smile.
Cheng Chubi was also full of relief. He had a good father who was indeed his strongest supporter.
The father and son walked out of the room. Cheng Yaojin looked at Cheng Chubi who was locking the door and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Yes, this really needs to be locked. If those three little bastards break in and destroy those treasures, I'll be heartbroken.
Sigh... They are either going up to the house to lift tiles or digging into ditches to catch mice. I want to deal with them but I can’t let go of their cleverness."
Cheng Chubi quickly lowered his eyebrows and nodded, expressing his recognition of his father's kindness and benevolence. He couldn't help laughing in his heart.
When your old man punished the eldest brother and the second brother, he punched and kicked him with great energy and agility. Isn't that just because the eldest brother and the second brother were strong enough to withstand the beatings?
Cheng Chubi lowered his head and glanced at his physique, which was almost as good as that of his eldest and second brothers.
His expression couldn't help but become solemn. It seemed that he must maintain the persona of a loving father and a filial son in front of his biological father.
This is out of courtesy and respect for the elders, not to avoid being taught physical education.
Alas, in this strict family tradition of the old Cheng family, it would be safer for me to grow up in isolation.
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Changsun Wugou was in the side hall, sorting out the somewhat messy books and bamboo slips and putting them on the corresponding bookshelves.
The eunuchs and maids on the side were sweeping lightly. At this moment, Changsun Wugou heard a rush of footsteps and raised his eyebrows lightly.
Then he moved closer to the palace gate. Li Shimin, his face darkened, panting like an ox, with a fierce look in his eagle eyes, stepped into the palace.
The moment he saw his eldest grandson Wugou, Li Shimin's rising anger seemed to stagnate.
"I am here to see Your Majesty." The eldest grandson, Wugou Yingying, bowed.
"Zitong Pingshen, why are you here?" Li Shimin took two steps forward to help Sun Wugu, the eldest son, and said warmly.
The anger that had overflowed on his face just now had already subsided. Zhao Kun and others following behind him all breathed a sigh of relief.
"I just went to visit my father. When I came back, I had nothing to do. I was sorting out the bookcase for His Majesty..."
The eldest grandson Wugou smiled brightly, and his elegant and gentle voice made Li Shimin feel at ease.
"You all, please step aside first." Li Shimin then looked away from Changsun Wugou's smiling face, glanced around and ordered.
Soon, the palace eunuchs, eunuchs, and guards all disappeared outside the palace gate.
Changsun Wugu glanced outside the door with his smart eyes, and then whispered, "Husband, which minister provoked you today?"
It's okay not to mention it, but when Changsun Wugou mentioned it, Li Shimin's anger started to surge again.
"Huh, old man Cheng, you've bullied me too much!"
The eldest grandson Wugou was a little confused. "What's wrong, husband? Is Ke'er trapped in the Cheng family again?"
"..." Li Shimin opened his mouth, and could only let out a long sigh and sat down on the couch. "That's not true."
The eldest grandson Wugao sat aside and personally filled a cup of tea soup for Li Shimin and offered it to him.
Then, a pair of charming and beautiful eyes looked at her husband quietly, virtuous and gentle, but did not say a word.
But Li Shimin knew very well what Guanyin Maid's action meant. After taking a sip of tea soup, he could only say.
"That bastard, today I came to ask him about Sanlang's treatment of Qin Qing's old illness, but he turned out to be so arrogant, which really pissed me off."
At the entrance of the palace, when they heard His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty explaining to His Majesty the Queen, Zhao Kun and other people who knew the inside story had strange eyes and dull expressions.