Traveling through Du He, Li Chengqian's rebellion begins

Li Ji has not revealed his position now, and he is too good at protecting himself to get involved in such matters.

In addition, Li Ji's eldest son Li Zhen is now 28 years old, but he is still a city gate guard of the sixth rank.

This shows that Li Ji is not someone who would abuse his power for personal gain.

Du Gou frowned and asked, "Second brother, the Minister of Personnel Cui Xu is the uncle of your good brother Cui Shenji. Can you ask him for help and talk to him?"

Although he, as the Shangshu Zuocheng, was in charge of the Ministry of Personnel, he could not interfere in the specific assessment of officials, especially those who were related to him.

Otherwise, he would be impeached by the people from the Censorate for abusing his power for personal gain.

Du He glanced at his worried elder brother, then said with a smile.

"Brother, I have an idea about the third brother's promotion. Leave it to me."

"During this time, you just need to prepare for the third brother's wedding, and don't worry about other things."

Now the third brother Du Aitong has mastered simple numbers and arithmetic, and with the powerful weapon of horseshoe, it will be no problem for these two merits to be upgraded by one or two levels.

Seeing that Du He spoke with confidence, Du Gou spoke with relief.

"Okay then, Third Brother, please take more care of your trouble."

The two brothers then chatted for another half an hour, and as the sky gradually became dark, they ended the meeting.

...

On the other side, Fang Yiai, who had changed into casual clothes, also returned to the Duke of Liang's Mansion slowly.

He walked to the gate and stopped because his steps suddenly became so heavy that he couldn't even lift them.

In his eyes, the Duke of Liang's Mansion at this moment was like a crawling beast.

It’s time for a cup of tea.

The servant guarding the gate saw that Fang Yiai had not come in, and he secretly curled his lips in disgust.

Normally, if the Second Young Master showed this expression and didn't dare to return home, he must have been causing trouble outside again.

Considering the dark face of the master when he came back, and the pale face of the second young master now, it is estimated that the second young master has caused quite a bit of trouble this time.

The attendant adjusted his facial expression, then he walked forward with a nervous look on his face and bowed respectfully to Fang Yiai.

"Second Young Master, do you need my help?"

There was silence for dozens of breaths again.

Fang Yiai frowned and asked, "Is the master back?"

"My Lord, the Master has returned half an hour ago."

"How does the master look?"

The attendant paused, then spoke weakly.

"The master seems to be in a bad mood."

After he finished speaking, he secretly complained in his heart.

The master's mood was not only unhappy, he was like an angry tiger!

But as a servant, he couldn't say such words.

Hearing that his father was not angry, Fang Yiai raised his eyebrows and his heart was full of doubts.

Could it be that his father doesn’t know that he was demoted?

This is impossible!

His father is a man of great means and most people in the palace respect him very much. It is impossible for this news to be hidden from his father.

Fang Yiai frowned, glanced at the attendant, and asked in a deep voice.

"Master is just in a bad mood?"

"You're not hiding anything, are you?"

The servant was stared at so hard that he trembled. He said in a trembling voice, "Second Master, what this servant said is true. I am not talking nonsense."

"Besides, how dare I make random guesses about the master's mood?"

Fang Yiai knew that the servant was talking nonsense, but he had already returned, and he had to face the outcome no matter what.

After taking a few deep breaths, he gritted his teeth and walked in.

In the lobby.

Fang Xuanling was holding a wooden stick as thick as his forearm and sitting on the main seat at the front of the hall with a big sword in his hand. His face looked so calm that it was a little scary.

Lu, Fang Yizheng, Fang Yize and Fang Yiyi sat on both sides of the hall with uneasy looks on their faces.

When Fang Yiai walked in, it was quiet inside and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

"father..."

Before Fang Yiai could finish his words, Fang Xuanling roared angrily.

"Your Majesty!"

Fang Yiai was so frightened by the roar that his legs went limp and he fell to his knees.

Damn it, the servant even said that his father was just in a bad mood.

Judging from the situation, he will probably be beaten up today.

Fang Xuanling then shouted: "Close the gate!"

The old butler who was guarding outside the lobby closed the heavy lobby door swiftly.

As the door closed, the spacious hall instantly became dark.

Fang Yiai said quickly: "Dad, please talk to me nicely, don't get yourself hurt by getting angry!"

"Mom, is the meal ready? My stomach is growling with hunger."

Hearing Fang Yiai's words, Fang Xuanling stood up with his stick in his hand. He walked towards Fang Yiai while speaking with a grim smile.

"Wait till I give you a good meal, and you won't be hungry anymore!"

As he spoke, Fang Xuanling raised the stick in his hand and started beating Fang Yiai on the body.

"Papa~"

Every time the sturdy wooden stick hit Fang Yiai's body, it made a loud noise.

"Suck~"

After a few blows from the sticks, Fang Yiai could hardly bear the pain. He dodged left and right while shouting for mercy.

"Dad, please show mercy!"

"My child must behave himself in the future and not go out to cause trouble!"

After being beaten for so many years, this was the first time he felt the pain was unbearable.

Could it be that his father still had some strength left after beating him before?

Facing Fang Yiai's plea for mercy, Fang Xuanling had a blank expression on his face. Although Lu and several brothers felt sorry for him, they did not dare to stand up and dissuade him.

Because the trouble Fang Yiai had caused recently was so great that it was enough to shake the foundation of the Duke of Liang's Mansion.

After a beating that lasted for half a cup of tea, Fang Yiai was lying on the ground unable to get up, and the visible skin on his body was already bruised and purple.

He also begged for mercy at the beginning, but in the end he gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Huh~"

Fang Xuanling stopped panting.

He pointed a stick at Fang Yiai and said, "Rebellious son, do you have a brain? Why did you say such nonsense in the Taiji Hall?"

"Do you want to kill our Fang family before you're satisfied?"

Because of Fang Yiai's brainless words, he lost his good position as Taifu Qing and now can only serve as Weiwei Si Cheng!

Although this position is also very important, it depends on the time.

If it was during a time of war, the Weiwei Temple would indeed be a department that His Majesty valued highly.

But now the seas are peaceful and the rivers are calm, and the world is stable. What future can there be in being thrown into the position of Weiwei Temple Secretary?

And judging from what His Majesty meant, it would be impossible for Fang Yiai to hold an important position for a long time in the future.

Fang Yiai's eyes were filled with anger as he said, "Dad, although my words were not very appropriate, I did not say anything wrong!"

"Not bad?"

Fang Xuanling's brows immediately raised.

He was seen holding the stick high, intending to continue beating Fang Yiai, ready to beat him up completely this time.

Mrs. Lu said quickly, "Master, it won't be too late to let Yiai finish what he is saying."

"Today we want to let Yiai know what is right and wrong, so that he won't make the same mistake again in the future. No matter how hard you beat him, what's the point?"