It was night.
Cheng Chuyu's victory in the competition had caused the entire Cheng Residence to celebrate.
After the celebration, Cheng Chuyu returned to her courtyard alone and lit a fire in the pavilion to keep warm.
Looking at the flickering fire, Cheng Chuyu fell into a daze.
The Zhangsun Clan…
Hou Clan…
Li Shimin…
After this competition, there would be a lot of future troubles.
Just as Cheng Chuyu was thinking about his troubles, a muscular figure wearing black clothes and a black mask appeared in front of Cheng Chuyu with a cold saber in his hand.
Cheng Chuyu instantly regained his senses and stood up. He looked at the black-clothed man in front of him with a fierce gaze and frowned. He did not feel much danger.
On the contrary, he was a little puzzled.
If this man in black was here to kill him, why didn't he sneak an attack when he was distracted? Why did he have to appear in front of him?
Also, when he looked at the two eyes and figure of the man in black, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity…
The black-clothed man did not say a word, nor did he give Cheng Chuyu too much time to think. The broadsword in his hand did not have any fancy moves, and directly chopped down at Cheng Chuyu's good head.
The blade was swift and fierce, and the cold light was chilling.
Cheng Chuyu's eyes narrowed. The inheritance of Xiangyu had given him a sharp eye. He moved his body slightly to the side and dodged the knife. When the knife fell, he grabbed the back of the knife.
He had underestimated the force of the blade. The blade sank slightly, and his gaze darkened. He increased the force to stop the blade from falling.
A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man in black. Before he could think further, Cheng Chuyu's iron fist had already reached his heart.
He wanted to dodge, but his saber was caught and couldn't escape, much less abandon it. He could only turn his free hand into a palm to block this menacing punch.
However, he had completely underestimated the strength of this punch. His palm was numb and his five fingers were trembling. His entire arm was extremely painful as if it was about to be crippled.
Seeing that Cheng Chuyu wanted to punch him in the head again, the man in black quickly said,"Stinky brat, stop!"
Hearing this familiar voice, Cheng Chu Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of ridicule, but his fist force did not decrease in the slightest.
Looking at the approaching fist, the man in black widened his eyes and cursed,"I am your father!"
The iron fist suddenly stopped in front of the man in black.
The man in black heaved a long sigh of relief. Cold sweat had appeared on his forehead.
Cheng Chuyu suppressed his laughter and cursed,"Bullshit! How could my father come to kill me in black in the middle of the night? I'm more like your father!"
After saying that, his fist moved forward quite a bit.
"Stop!"
The man in black quickly took off his mask and revealed his true face.
Cheng Chuyu immediately withdrew his fist and let go of the back of the knife. He said in surprise,"It really is dad?"
In fact, he had already guessed that it was his father when he threw the first punch.
In the heavily guarded Cheng Residence, there were not many people who could appear at his place without alerting anyone.
Since he didn't really want to kill him, his eyes and figure were so familiar, and his blade was so powerful, only his father, Cheng Yaojin, could do it.
However, seeing how his father was so 'elegant', he might as well pretend that he didn't know and scare his father.
"Who else could it be?"
Cheng Yaojin rolled his eyes, threw away the knife, and sat down opposite the fire.
He shook his trembling arm.
This brat didn't even know how to hold back!
Cheng Chuyu also sat down and said innocently,"Father, you're wrapped up so tightly. If you want to hurt me, how can I recognize you?”
"Don't tell your mother about this," Cheng Yaojin said sternly.”
Cheng Chuyu suppressed his laughter and nodded.
Cheng Yaojin was relieved and grinned.""Good boy, your strength is not inferior to your father at all. Tell me honestly, how did you get such high skills?”
Cheng Chuyu was used to his father's thick skin.
He casually found an excuse and said,"I've been fighting with so many people all these years. If my skills don't improve, won't I suffer a huge loss?"”
Cheng Yaojin narrowed his eyes." There are also youths from other families who grew up fighting. How come I don't see them as skilled as you?"”
"Maybe it's because I'm gifted, or maybe it's because you passed it on to me, dad." Cheng Chuyu sighed.”
Cheng Yaojin was very pleased with this flattery, and his face was flushed.
Although he knew that Cheng Chuyu was not telling the truth, he was too lazy to probe further.
"Then what about your understanding of being an official today?"”
"Don't tell me that I inherited it from you again. Your father doesn't have this literary talent.”
"Isn't that simple?"
"Think about it, why does a country need officials?" Cheng Chuyu said with a smile.”
"Because such a big country can't be managed without those officials.”
"People who are officials all want to stabilize or improve their careers, right?”
"Then, what can they do?"
"Putting aside the methods of those corrupt officials, if a clean official wants to be promoted or stabilized, he will be able to do so.”
"I need to share the worries of the monarch, handle the political affairs with my heart, and manage the affairs under my jurisdiction with my heart. At the very least, I have to do my part well, right?”
"As the foundation of a country, it's right for officials to worry about the people, right?”
"Being honest and incorruptible will make your career more open, right?”
“......”
Cheng Chuyu's long speech made Cheng Yaojin so confused that he almost fell asleep.
To Cheng Yaojin, this was no different from those troublesome Buddhist scriptures.
However, he also felt that what Cheng Chuyu said did not seem to be unreasonable.
"In summary, isn't it easy to write an understanding of the way to be an official?”
Seeing that Cheng Chuyu had finally finished speaking, Cheng Yaojin suddenly became energetic. He nodded in agreement like a chick pecking at rice, afraid that if he nodded slowly, Cheng Chuyu would continue to speak.
As for whether these explanations were reliable or not, who the f * ck had the time to delve into them?
He was quick-witted, but it had nothing to do with these complicated things.
"Then what are your plans?" Cheng Yaojin asked seriously. Don't tell me you want to continue idling around. Even if I'm willing, His Majesty won't let you, his son-in-law, continue to decline.”
Cheng Chuyu was also troubled by this question." Dad, to tell you the truth, I don't have any great ambitions, nor do I covet fame and fortune. The waters of officialdom are too deep, and I don't want to get involved.”
"But just as you said, His Majesty will not allow me to continue to idle around. Entering the officialdom may be inevitable, but this is also good.”
After a pause, Cheng Chuyu looked at Cheng Yaojin apologetically and said softly,"I've been so heartless for so many years. Not only did I not share your worries, but I also caused you so much trouble.”
"It's time for this insensible kid to do something for you and this family.”
"Father…"
"You've been tired all these years."
The burly man suddenly stood up.
The man, who had seen countless scenes of white knives entering and red knives coming out, turned around and his tiger eyes turned red.
The night sky was pitch-black and silent. Only the flames were dancing happily.
One big and one small, one standing and one sitting.
He was speechless for a long time.
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