Fang Yiai took the medicine she had just caught to find her father Fang Xuanling. She stood at the door of the house and hesitated for a long time but couldn't figure out how to tell her father about this. It was almost noon, and the guy raised his neck and walked in. Forget it, let's tell the truth.

The old house was pouring ink in the study. Today, his second son was proud of his backyard and successfully asked Princess Gaoyang to take the initiative to pay tribute to his in-laws. This ability is Du Shaoqing who has this privilege among the prince-consorts. He is happy to think about it.

Even the prime minister was determined to submit a memorial, whether to change the habit of Princess Shang, the son-in-law of the Tang Dynasty, to marry the princess and become a daughter-in-law in the family, so as not to cause disagreement in the family.

Seeing his son coming in with something in his hand, the old house put down his brush and said with a smile: "You said you are going to your home, why do you still bring things? When you meet your parents, you really want to live a family life when you grow up?"

Fang Yiai handed the thing in embarrassment and said, "This is the medicine that the child went to find Brother Du to catch, and he will use it tonight."

“Oh, that’s right!

It’s said that it’s because of negligence for your father. You haven’t even known to care about your health after more than a year of marriage. You also have to thank Du Shaoqing, a child. He is good. You can learn more with him in the future. Don’t know how to playboy like he did with his third brother Du He before.” Fang Xuanling reminded.

"Dad, I have something to say," Fang Yiai said.

"Hmm? Is there something wrong?" Lao Fang looked at his son's hesitant look and was suspicious. Could it be that he had caused trouble. This look was like he was guilty when he went out to drink and drink.

It seems that he is really unprofessed. The old house with a stern face asked, "Tell me, have you caused trouble?"

"Baby, the child bumped into someone on the road, and they wanted to see you!" Fang Yiai said.

What? Hit someone? How did you hit him? Did he ride a horse too fast and kill someone? Old house asked.

Fang Yiai was stunned and shook her head repeatedly and said, "No, I met a Taoist priest while walking. I have already promised him to push it twice and return it back, but that person still insisted on seeing you.

By the way, he said his name was Xie Ke."

Who? Xie Ke? Which Xie Ke? Fang Xuanling exclaimed, this name is so familiar, Xie Ke? Could it be that Xie Yingdeng, the descendant of the Xie family in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the unparalleled Xie Yingdeng?

"Where is he? Let's take him to find him."

When the father and son came to the imperial clinic to meet Xie Ke, it was the time for the clinic to have lunch. It happened that Du Shaoqing had just talked about Yuwenzhe and left the father and son of the Fang family to have dinner together.

Fang Xuanling looked at Xie Ke in front of him and exclaimed: "It's really you. I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect that the old friend had taken off his armor and robe and became a famous Taoist scholar. He is really a white cloud and a cuckold dog!"

Xie Ke smiled faintly: "Daoist disciples, going down the mountain in troubled times and returning to the prosperous times is the ancestral teaching!"

Fang Xuanling said in surprise: "So you had already..."

"If you have Tao in your heart, what's the difference between armor or Taoist robe? I'm asking the room to come for the sake of the son." Xie Ke took the initiative to speak.

"Is it Erlang's condition?" Fang Xuanling said worriedly. It is said that Xie Ke is a doctor here. The doctor came to him as a parent, not for the sake of medical treatment or something?

"No, Shaoqing has seen his illness, I'm talking about him.

According to my observation, the son has the body of a tiger general, but you have taught the meaning of a literati. Haha, don’t Fang Xiang think this is a waste of talent?" Xie Ke pointed out the topic.

You... Fang Xuanling was stunned for a moment and thought to himself that my son certainly wanted to learn culture and govern the country and ensure peace. You didn't want him to practice martial arts and serve as a soldier, right?

"Although the dog son has no talent, he has always been obedient and hard-working. Fang was very pleased that Xi Wen has achieved something for many years, and he will definitely not have to worry about working for the country in the future."

This was just a polite statement, but Xie Ke refused to take this trick. Seeing that the other party was stubborn, he spoke again and said with a sarcastic look: "What a pity, your parents have not discovered the diagnosis and treatment. You are lucky enough to meet Du Shaoqing for help.

But you don’t want to correct this future disease after seeing it, and you may not be able to correct it. If you don’t know how to study, it will delay your whole life. It’s hard to say that you won’t even have the power to protect yourself in the end. Can you still feel at ease?”

This... Fang Xuanling pondered, and he could hear something in Xie Ke's words.

Although Lao Fang had never thought that he wanted his son to be a military officer and practice martial arts, it was dangerous to go to fight with martial arts because he practiced martial arts and joined the army, and neither of the old couple could bear to bear it.

But in front of him is a Taoist priest or a famous Taoist scholar. Such people are often different from ordinary people. They may have the ability to divine good and bad luck. Could it be that he saw something when he said just now?

History records that Fang Yiai was involved in a rebellion case in the fourth year of Emperor Gaozong of Tang Dynasty, and died. I wonder if Xie Ke was the one who calculated the good or bad luck at this time, or was it just a pity to speculate, just to scare the old house.

Fang Xuanling was hesitant for a moment, and hesitated and did not continue to answer.

Fang Yiai understood it. It turned out that the Taoist priest invited his father to come to plead for him and wanted to abandon his literature and practice martial arts.

Thinking of this, Fang Yiai was a little moved. His family knew his family's affairs and how good he was in his writing skills. Haha, only his father would praise him in front of outsiders. In fact, he was not much better than Zhicheng Chumo and the others and could not make any move.

But I am a little interested in practicing martial arts. Unfortunately, my parents at home don’t let me give you any good meals, but I don’t let you fight with others. This has caused me to be powerful for more than ten years. I have not achieved martial arts and I am often looked down upon.

Seeing that his father was hard to explain, Fang Yiai was a little anxious and couldn't help looking at Du Shaoqing, wanting to ask for help from this enthusiastic brother Du.

The topics of Lao Fang and Lao Xie were not shy away from others. Everyone in the clinic and restaurant heard it, but no one was qualified to interrupt.

Du Shaoqing saw Fang Yiai's expression and stood up with a smile, and advised Fang Xuanling: "Uncle Fang, my nephew talked more. If Ban Dingyuan had not joined the army, he would have been just a clerk for the rest of his life and could not even afford to support his family. How could he become famous at Dingyuan Marquis?

If you feel sorry for Brother Fang and can't bear to be in danger, why not ask Brother Fang's own wishes?"

Fang Xuanling turned around and looked at everyone around him, and found that everyone had some expectation written on their faces. Then he turned around and looked at his son Fang Yiai, thinking that this son has always been obedient and never disobeyed his parents' orders. Will he choose?

"Erlang, you understand too. As Taoist Xie said, we parents should not be stubborn, but instead harm the children.

Your mother is not present today, and you will be the master of your father. Let you choose yourself, learn literature or martial arts?" Fang Xuanling said earnestly, his words and words were filled with full of fatherly care.

Fang Yiai's eyes were slightly wet. The family had the final say, and his father was taking the pressure to make decisions for himself.

He turned to Du Shaoqing and asked, "Brother Du, do you have any wine at home?"

Du Shaoqing was stunned for a moment, "Yes, I'll get it for you."

Everyone thought that the child wanted to toast and express his feelings and thank his father, but unexpectedly, this guy poured out a bowl of strong wine, Dun, Dun, Dun, and Dun, and poured himself all in one breath.

Everyone was stupid. What was this for? Could it be that it was to be brave?

Du Shaoqing was about to stop Fang Yiai and persuaded you not to drink enough. You would faint when you smell the strong wine. This guy had already drunk it.

Bang, the wine bowl fell to the ground and was crushed. Fang Yiai knelt down at Fang Xuanling and shouted: Dad!

Everyone watched his performance with anticipation, and Lao Fang felt a sank. Is this?

But then the drama came, waiting for the following story? Who would have thought that this kid fell to the ground with a gorgeous soft slut and got drunk...

Xie Laodao wondered: "Maybe the olddao has misunderstood. Just talking about this alcohol tolerance, your son may not have the talent of a general. How do you calculate it now?"

Fang Xuanling bent down and helped his son up and hugged him in his arms. Looking at the slightly tender child's face, he was already red with alcohol at this time. He was sleeping in his arms, just like the scene when he was a child.

He stretched out his sleeve to wipe the dust on his son's face. Old House did not look up and smiled kindly: "He has answered. He has been very obedient since he was a child. I have told him not to drink.

Lao Xie, this child will thank you for your trouble in the future…”
Chapter completed!