"Next time, I won't be polite. You can't use common sense to deal with such a sinister person.”
Cheng Chumo covered his face and left after saying that.
With his brain and his own martial strength.
He believed that he would definitely teach Lu Yan a lesson next time.
The rest of the people looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes. Then, they all covered their faces and left the palace.
...........
Cheng Manor.
Cheng Chumo opened the door and looked inside nervously.
When he realized that there was no one at the door, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
Outside, he was a handsome and elegant noble son. Now, he came back with two swollen eyes. What a disgrace.
Wouldn't his image be ruined?
The timing was just right. It was noon, and everyone at home had already had lunch. They were all in a daze and were taking an afternoon nap.
Therefore, the Cheng Residence was silent.
No one would notice his abnormality and take the opportunity to return to the room to apply medicine.
He believed that in a few days, he would be able to recover and become the handsome young master of the Cheng family.
The only pity was that he would not be able to see Miss Ruyan for a few days.
"I'm really as intelligent as a demon. How could that old man who only knows how to use force understand my thoughts?”
Cheng Chumo shook his head and said proudly,""With my talent, entering the court as a powerful official and strategizing thousands of miles away is my life.”
"Is that so?"
While Cheng Chumo was enjoying himself, a sinister voice came from behind him.
He subconsciously wanted to respond.
However, he realized that the voice sounded familiar. He turned around and saw the familiar short and fat figure. Cheng Yaojin's face had completely darkened. Cheng Chumo was stunned.
His body was extremely stiff.
It was as if he had been struck by lightning from a clear sky, unable to move.
His mind went blank!
"Father…Father, why are you here? Shouldn't you..."
Cheng Chumo forced a stiff smile on his face, but it looked worse than crying. He spoke incoherently, and his legs were shaking.
No matter how much he calculated, he didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin, who usually took a nap at this time, didn't take a nap and was waiting for him at the door.
He actually didn't notice and even said those words.
Cheng Chumo could even predict what would happen next.
Cheng Yaojin looked at Cheng Chumo like this and was furious. He spent all his time outside and didn't go home.
He was extremely lazy when facing the martial arts that he had high hopes for.
The progress was rather slow.
Martial arts were the most important at this age.
His body was full of blood and Qi. This was the principle of fighting when one was young. If he did not seize the time now, then no matter how much he practiced in the future, there would be little effect.
In his opinion, he was a military general, so how should his son be?
However, this unfilial son refused to cultivate and instead became a profligate son.
Looking at Cheng Chumo in front of him, Cheng Yaojin became angrier.
Li Shimin admired Lu Yan, who was in high spirits and calm in the court today. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he had such a demeanor.
Cheng Chumo was a little older than him.
At the end, he still looked like this.
If he continued like this, how could he inherit his mantle in the future? He would not be able to raise his head in front of his old friends.
"If I wasn't here, wouldn't I know that you have great ambitions? How could an old man who only knows martial arts understand?”
Cheng Yaojin's expression turned cold. He glared at Cheng Chumo with a dangerous look.
Cheng Chumo shuddered.
Years of experience told him that he was probably going to be beaten up.
He quickly squeezed out a smile and explained,"Father, listen to my explanation. That's not what I meant…"
He spoke for a long time but did not know how to explain himself.
A sense of powerlessness suddenly arose in his heart. He wished he could slap himself. Why did he have to say such things at the main entrance?
"You can say that later.”
Cheng Yaojin glanced at him indifferently, then took out a stick the size of a baby's arm from the side and looked at Cheng Chumo with an unfriendly expression.
"Father!"
Cheng Chumo's face immediately turned pale. If he was beaten up, he would probably not be able to get out of bed for half a month.
How was he going to meet Miss Ruyan and find trouble with Lu Yan?
"What happened to your face?"
Cheng Yaojin didn't care about Cheng Chumo at all. He was about to hit him with his club when he suddenly noticed Cheng Chumo's two big black eyes. He immediately stopped and asked.
"I was accidentally outside... I accidentally fell."
Cheng Chumo was stunned. He didn't expect Cheng Yaojin to suddenly ask a question. He immediately lowered his head and said with an unnatural expression.
"Fell down?"
Cheng Yaojin sneered. As a martial artist, he could tell at a glance that he had been beaten up.
How could the fall be so symmetrical?
Especially Cheng Chumo's guilty look, which was almost written on his face. How could he not know him? There must be something fishy going on.
"Hurry up and tell me the truth!"
Cheng Yaojin roared and held the stick in his hand.
"It's all Lu Yan's fault. It's all his fault. This fellow is a sinister villain! I accidentally fell into his trap!"
Before Cheng Yaojin could threaten him, Cheng Chumo couldn't hold it in anymore and told him everything.
"What does Lu Yan have to do with him?”
Cheng Yaojin frowned and asked in confusion.
Lu Yan's ability, talent, and bearing were completely different from his useless son.
How could the two of them have an intersection?
"Brother Yuchi Baolin has been in love with Ruyan, the courtesan of the Emerald Brothel, for a long time. However, that lady Ruyan thinks highly of Lu Yan and went up to him to ask for his calligraphy, but Lu Yan rejected her.”
"Brother Bao Lin couldn't take it anymore, so he asked us to go over and teach Lu Yan a lesson. At the same time, he took a few pieces of calligraphy to get Miss Ruyan's concern!”
"I may not be good at other things, but I value brotherhood. Our two families are aristocratic families. How can we not help?”
Cheng Chumo widened his eyes and said righteously.
Without any hesitation, he threw all the questions onto Yuchi Baolin.
A fellow cultivator would die, but not a poor one!
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