The sky is very blue.

The sunlight shining directly on the exposed skin seemed to barely make up for some of the coldness caused by the exposure.

The wind is very light.

He slightly pulled Cui Hou's messy hair, as if he wanted to count how many hairs in his hair had turned gray.

The thorns are very thick.

It is rough and toothy, and if you move it a little, it will draw bleeding marks on the skin.

The skin is very white.

I am used to wearing brocade robes and satin to hide from the wind and sun, but now I need to be exposed to the outside and be exposed to all the eyes that contain all kinds of flavors.

Slate is very hard.

When I walk on it on weekdays, I don’t feel any unnecessary pain at all. But when I kneel on it now, not long after, my knees are already screaming with coldness and pain.

"Look, hey, isn't this the one?"

"Chirp..."

"What?"

Cui Hou lowered his head and disheveled his hair. This was the responsibility he shouldered as a father. He did not properly discipline his child, failed to guide him at the right time, and failed to correct mistakes in time when he discovered them...

It's easy to give up, but hard to take on.

He was very fierce and tough in front of his children, but he lowered his head here. Cui Hou never thought that at his age of nearly half a century, he would still need to do such a thing, but he had to do it.

Unless Cui Hou wants to simply abandon his son, like abandoning a sick cat or dog. Of course, this is convenient and satisfying for Cui Hou, but what about his son?

If you make a mistake, admit it and accept the punishment.

This is Cui Hou's concept, and he believes that by being beaten, taking responsibility, and being punished, he can save his children from suffering and punishment, and he thinks that maybe the children will remember this lesson.

There were many civil servants going to and from the Huqi Mansion. Anyone who passed by would glance sideways, then walk a few steps quickly, and couldn't help but look back again, trying to see Cui Hou's face clearly among the messy hair hanging down.

Cui Hou's expressions included some sighing slightly, some raising his eyebrows, and some deliberately coughing twice before striding past.

When did his child suddenly go awry? Cui Hou thought about it, but he couldn't recall it. It seemed like a sudden change, but also like an evolution again and again.

Cui Hou took a breath and tried to straighten his body.

Sad, but more helpless, the kind of helplessness that you have all your strength but don’t know which way to use it. If possible, Cui Hou is willing to sacrifice his own life in exchange for the survival of his children, I hope...

I hope, my child, I will grow up quickly and my father will grow old...

I support this home to protect myself from the wind and rain, but I don’t know if I can survive this storm, and I don’t know how many more storms I can survive.

Just take it as long as you can.

The buzzing sound around him became louder and louder, and the place scratched by the thorns began to bleed, sliding down his back, drawing a red line, and dripping on the ground.

A pair of boots came in front of me.

Above the boots is heavy iron armor.

Cui Hou slowly looked up.

Xu Chu nodded towards Cui Hou, "My Lord, you are invited!"

"I... thank you, my lord..." A stone fell halfway in Cui Hou's heart, and he started to shake a little. He wanted to thank you, but he fell to the ground.

"Come here! Go get some ginger soup quickly!" Xu Chu stepped forward to help him, then waved for two guards and took Cui Hou in.

The sunlight shines through the front yard, passes through the cloister, flows between the brocade robes of big and small officials, shines on the eaves and tiles of the Yamen of the Hussar General's Mansion, and then shines in from the window lintel on one side of the Government Hall, and on the other side of the hall

There were some gorgeous patterns carved on the mat, and it was quietly hung on the corner of the screen with red patterns and gold lines on a black background behind Fei Qian's desk, and he was looking at Fei Qian below.

Logically speaking, Cui Hou's son is incompetent and Fei Qian should be happy.

However, Fei Qian didn't feel that he had any joyful emotions at the moment...

Some monarchs must have some excuses when they like their subordinates, because these excuses allow the monarch to easily deal with these subordinates when necessary. This includes but is not limited to occupying land, oppressing good people, accepting bribes, pretending to be public for personal gain, etc., and even

They believe that those who have a handle are good comrades, and those who have no handle must create a handle. If there is none, they will be dismissed or even killed.

Without the braids in my hands, I can't sleep well.

Is this way of governing effective?

perhaps.

But in fact, these handles are temporary and of no use. Even if he can control a generation, the king will grow old and die, and under his pigtailing strategy, the ministers he will produce will inevitably

They all have stains, and after the death of the previous generation of kings, in order to cover up these stains, these ministers will inevitably choose a stupid second generation.

Depicting stupidity as mellow, describing clumsiness as simplicity, and rendering dullness as benevolence, a generation of "wise" kings was born. The people who didn't know what was going on cheered for joy, and the noble ministers who knew what was going on laughed secretly. As for the dynasty? It's not their own.

, screw him to death.

Therefore, Cui Hou's son has no obligation to dedicate his youth to Fei Qian's great cause, let alone make any sacrifices. He can't help but think that his old man is a fool. Why does he work so hard and be so obedient? If you can't say these three sentences together, you just look at each other.

The two dislike each other, and in the end they take advantage of the time when the other father is rich and powerful to eat, drink, have fun, go whoring, gamble, and take baths in the sauna. Isn't it just a matter of course?

Just like the children and grandchildren of Sima Yi in history. And then it's like the Sima family. They thought their son's trumpet was useless, so they went to practice a trumpet? What then? The bastard, uh, the eight bastards were dissatisfied!

I won’t mention Sima Yi. A millennium fox is like a reincarnation. Who is Sima Yi’s wife? Li Shihua? No, it seems to be Zhang Shihua. She should be regarded as a virtuous lady, well-informed and knowledgeable about ancient and modern times? Logically speaking

, the couple's genes are not bad, and their education level can be considered to be at the current first-class level, but they still gave birth to a mediocre person with a son worth a thousand bolts of cloth and a mink worth less than a dog's tail.

Cui Hou walked in and prostrated himself on the ground. The thorn sticks had been removed and preliminary treatment had been given to the wounds on his back.

"Lord..."

Fei Qian nodded, "Sit."

Cui Hou burst into tears. After thanking him again, he sat on one side humbly.

Fei Qian raised his eyes and saw that Cui Hou's snot and tears were half real and half fake. After all these years, who doesn't know who...

But Fei Qian had no intention of exposing half of Cui Hou's disguise. After all, it would be the same for another person. Even with the same surname, problems like this would still arise, not to mention that Cui Hou has a foreign surname after all.

Fei Qian did not ask questions immediately, but instead thought about it, tapping the table with his fingers habitually, making a sound like a woodpecker knocking at an insect.

Problems come one after another, from the collapse of the Qingliang Hall in the Weiyang Palace to the accident of Cui Hou's son in the Han Dynasty Chamber of Commerce. Although they seem to be two completely different things, Liu Xi and Cui Hou have no close connection, but they

The two people's questions pointed in the same direction.

The next generation.

For people like Fei Qian who belong to the previous generation, this level should be people like Pang Tong, Xun You, or Cui Hou. On the one hand, they grew up with Fei Qian since childhood, and on the other hand, they have eaten a lot.

I have experienced some hardships, and I understand that my current position is hard-earned, and I will not easily think about things that I have and don't have, so the next generation is often the one who has problems.

For example, Liu Zhen.

Liu Zhen is the new young man who came to join us. From a certain point of view, he has never shared the hardships with Fei Qian. He only wants to share the joys and sorrows.

The same goes for Cui Hou's son. Maybe in that guy's mind, anyone who plays with him and makes him happy is a good person, and anyone who asks him to learn, grow and do things is a heinous person...

Fei Qian sighed slightly and stopped tapping his fingers on the table.

Originally, seeing that Sichuan, Shu and Hanzhong were about to be pacified, I thought I could take a break and take a breath. Now it seems that I am about to get busy again. After so many years, since I have embarked on this road, it seems that I can no longer stop.

Even if I occasionally want to stop and be lazy, I feel like there is a pair of invisible hands pushing me forward...

If you are unhappy, you still have to do something, and you have to do it when Fei Qian is not too old. If he is really like Cui Hou at this age, running for half a century, then the son of the family

It's such a tune again. It's just for ordinary people. After all, they are just prodigal at most. The higher the power and the more wealth, the more evil wolves and tigers will be attracted. The old ones will die, and the young ones will be incompetent.

, is the end of only one family being ruined! Gu

The key is that Fei Qian suddenly thought of someone and something...

Suddenly I felt something similar.

However, due to certain restrictions, we cannot use the name in vain or describe the story...

Fei Qian stood up, walked a few steps forward, paused briefly, and said to Cui Hou, "Come with me."

Cui Hou quickly stood up, and then the two of them led a small number of guards to a corner of the General's Mansion. There were sentry towers on each of the four corners of the General's Mansion, responsible for guarding the inside and outside.

Fei Qian took Cui Hou up to the observation tower, pointed in a direction ahead and said: "Brother Yongyuan, please look..."

Cui Hou took a step forward, stood at the edge of the sentry tower, looked in the direction of Fei Qian's finger, and said with some hesitation: "The Lord is pointing to... Zuixian Tower?"

Fei Qian nodded slightly.

The business of Zuixian Tower is obviously very good. Although there is some distance and the characters and objects look very small, thanks to the sunny weather today, you can still roughly see the activities being held in Zuixian Tower.

Banquet. People are coming and going, and the flow is endless. Women in brightly colored clothes are like butterflies, flying here and falling to another place. Even if there is no sound here, you can still imagine that they are drunk.

The fairy tower must be extremely noisy and lively.

"I heard that your son also often goes to Zuixian Tower?" Fei Qian asked calmly.

Zuixianlou, Zuixianjiu, if the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk.

Flowers are charming, and flowers are confusing to the eye. If flowers are not charming, people will be fascinated by them.

It is such a noisy and lively place, and it is also a place where people are obsessed with life and money. Naturally, it is the favorite of someone like Cui Houzhi's son, who spends a lot of money there.
To be continued...