Rebirth of Tang Dynasty as a dad

The topic of Lao Fang and Lao Xie did not shy away from others. Everyone who ate in the restaurant of the medical hall heard it, but no one had the right to intervene.

Seeing Fang Yiai's expression, Du Shaoqing stood up with a smile, and persuaded Fang Xuanling: "Uncle Fang, little nephew, if Ban Dingyuan didn't join the army, he would have been just a clerk all his life. If you can't even afford to support him, how did you become famous as Marquis of Dingyuan?

If you feel sorry for brother Fang Xian and can't bear him getting involved in danger, why not ask him his own wishes? "

Fang Xuanling turned her head to look at the surrounding people, and found that there was some kind of expectation written on everyone's faces, and then turned her head to look at her son Fang Yiai, thinking that this son has always been obedient and never disobeyed his parents' orders , will he choose?

"Erlang, you understand, as Daoist Xie said, we as parents can't just be stubborn, which will harm our children instead.

Today your mother is not present, so you can choose for your father, whether to practice martial arts or not? "Fang Xuanling said earnestly, his words were full of paternal love and concern.

Fang Yiai's moved eyes were slightly wet, the mother always had the final say in the family, and the father was under pressure to make decisions for himself.

Turning to Du Shaoqing, he asked, "Brother Du, do you have wine at home?"

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

Everyone thought that the boy was going to toast to express his gratitude to his old father, but they didn't expect this guy to pour out a bowl of strong wine, Dun, Dun, Dun, and poured it all down for himself in one gulp.

Everyone is stupid, what is this for?Could it be, bold?

Du Shaoqing just wanted to stop the house's widow and persuade you that you can't drink enough. You will faint when you smell this strong wine, and you've already drank all of it.

Crack, the wine bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, Fang Yiai plopped down towards Fang Xuanling and knelt down, shouting: Dad!

Everyone was looking forward to his performance, Lao Fang's heart sank, what is it?

But then there will be drama, what are you waiting for?Who would have thought that this kid fell to the ground in a gorgeous way, drunk

Xie Laodao wondered: "Maybe the old Daoist has misjudged his eyes. Just talking about the amount of alcohol, your son may not have the talent of a military commander. How do you calculate it now?"

Fang Xuanling leaned down to lift his son up and hugged him in his arms, looking at the slightly immature child's face, which was already flushed from alcohol, sleeping in his arms, just like when he was hugging him when he was a child scene.

Stretching out his sleeve to wipe off the dust on his son's face, Lao Fang didn't look up, and smiled lovingly: "He has already answered, he has been very obedient since he was a child, and I told him not to drink alcohol.

Old Xie, from now on this child will be indebted to you for your troubles."

Everyone heard a bit of relief in the words, but also a bit of emotion and reluctance. When they looked at the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty again, they found a little crystal tear in the corner of the other's eyes.

Chapter 291

In the morning of the next day, Fang Xuanling entered the palace to have a face-to-face meeting with the saint. Li Er sat on his seat in the Yizheng Hall, covering his stomach and laughing for a long time. Fang Xuanling covered his face in embarrassment and really wanted to leave.

"Fang Aiqing, what's wrong with your scars all over your face? Did you accidentally fall down again?" Li Erqiang joked while suppressing a smile. You don't need to ask. You must have been beaten again at home. This is not the first time. , Every time Lao Fang said that he accidentally fell and got injured.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Lao Fang sighed: "Your Majesty laughed at me. I am ashamed to say that my wife has a bad temper, but this time it is because my family Erlang wanted to give up martial arts. I agreed without discussing with my wife. Go back to her." Don't hesitate to fight with me."

"Your Erlang wants to practice martial arts? When did it happen? Didn't he tell you about my sister-in-law of the Fang family?" Li Er asked with a smile.

"Don't mention it, that kid poured himself unconscious with a bowl of wine, and threw it to my father when the sky fell." Fang Xuanling told me about Xie Ke's apprenticeship. Once again, Li Er laughed hard.

After a long time, he also praised Fang Xuanling as a good father, "Aiqing, I have liked Fang Yiai since I was a child. He is honest and honest. Many people think that this child is suitable for martial arts, but I know that your husband and wife will not agree, so everyone We are all sorry.

I didn't expect you to agree to it this time. You did a good job. In my opinion, a real man will be the one who gets fame right away. A child spoiled by his parents can't be grand.

Yiai is my son-in-law, how about this, I will give him a set of fish-scale armor, I hope he will make great achievements in the future, maybe I will make Datang a famous Ban Dingyuan who will go down in history. "

"The old minister thanked His Majesty on behalf of the dog." With a grin, the wound was involved, and Lao Fang took a deep breath in pain.

Li Er brought over a memorial and introduced: "This is the reconstruction plan for the old city of Chang'an written by Du Shaoqing. Ai Qing can see if it is feasible?"

What is Fang Yiai doing now?It has been three days since I woke up drunk, thinking that I will go to practice martial arts with Xie Ke every day in the future, and my body has also been healed by Du Shaoqing, this kid is kind and went to find his old friend Zhang Sun Chong.

In the past, Fang Yiai and Du He were buddies, and they were both younger brothers of Chang Sun Chong. Now that Du He is not here, Chang Sun Chong said he was ill and never went out. So Fang Yiai thought of Chang Sun Chong when he saw his illness was cured. He thought of Du Shaoqing's medical skills With such a height, Chang Sun Chong can definitely be cured.

It's a pity that this child was too innocent, didn't know that he was the enemy, so he went to report the letter with good intentions, but was kicked out by Chang Sun Chong who almost went crazy.

Fang Yiai, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, stood at the gate of Changsun's house and looked back, feeling very aggrieved, thinking how could Changsun Chong think that I was going to humiliate him?I went to introduce you to a doctor with good intentions, but you beat me up even though you kept taboo about your disease?It doesn't make sense.

The eldest Sun Chong in the courtyard gritted his teeth and said to himself: "Du Shaoqing is really vicious, he still won't let me go this far, and even Fang Yiai was bought by him, so cruel! Hmph, do you want my eldest grandson to beg you? Go dreaming."

In front of the gate of the Imperial Medical Center in Chang’an City, something strange happened today. It’s customary to line up with 200 people in the usual time. Watching Chang’an people’s enthusiasm for visiting the doctor for a few months is gradually decreasing, and the number of patients is gradually decreasing. It’s almost no longer necessary to queue up every day, buddy There is no need to arrange for people to maintain order.

But today is very strange, there are so many people here, and most of them are women, some even hold children.

Du Shaoqing took a look, did he say anything?Is it some kind of infectious disease?So many women and children are sick?

But when he received the patients, he found out that something really happened. These people were sick or fake, and the one who came to Du Shaoqing for him was the real one. The reason was because of a portrait painted at Yan Liben's place a few days ago.

I don't know what happened, but the rumor about the genius doctor Du Shaoqing's proficiency in painting portraits was spread, so that the three became tigers, and the rumors became more and more outrageous, saying that Du Shaoqing was best at painting beautiful women, and the portraits were lifelike, absolutely unprecedented.

Ever since, all the capable women and wives in Chang'an City wanted to ask this genius doctor to draw a portrait of themselves, and there was the scene of today's medical hall.

"Genius doctor, my family is sick, and my heart disease is difficult to cure. I just ask you to help me draw a portrait of me. The disease will be cured immediately, and you can ask for any consultation fee." A young woman with heavy makeup pleaded.

Du Shaoqing was about to froze his pulse hand in the air, looked up at the girl or madam, shook his head calmly and said: "This is a medical clinic, only for medical treatment and nothing else."

"Knowing your rules, the slave family only cares about heart problems and does nothing else."

Du Shaoqing pointed in the direction of the counter, and said with a smile: "Okay, then you go to the counter to settle the bill first, see how much the consultation fee should be charged, and ask the proprietress there."

Princess Changle at the counter was looking at this side with a deep smile, the woman suddenly panicked, the princess couldn't be offended, but she couldn't bear to leave.

At this time, the woman queuing behind urged: "Do you still want to watch? If you don't look, leave quickly, how many people are waiting behind."

After being driven away, another child-care worker came in. The reason was even more bizarre. He said that the child was sick, so he could just draw a picture of his mother. What kind of logic is this?

Standing up and taking a look outside the store, my God, Du Shaoqing took a step back in fright, can't it be all of them?

Quickly tidying up the things on the table that he saw a doctor, Du Shaoqing said to the woman: "I'm not feeling well today, so I can't sit in the office for a doctor's visit. I'm sorry."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and hid in the back house. The woman was in a hurry and wanted to hold her back and not let her go, but a few guys hurriedly blocked her.

Du Shaoqing from the back house found Erhu, a clever buddy, and whispered to him for a while. Erhu nodded frequently, saying that the shopkeeper was too bad, and then quietly came to the door of the medical hall.

"Madam, do you know Yan Liben's father, Yan Bi? It is said that the painting of the genius doctor Du Shaoqing was taught by his old man. When it comes to painting, it is more than ten blocks away from Yan Pi's old man." Er Hu deliberately stood in the crowd Here, he spoke loudly to a woman.

"Really? Is there anyone better than a miracle doctor?" The woman exclaimed, and there were voices of doubt all around.

"Of course, no matter how good a genius doctor is at painting, it's impossible not to have a teacher. Everyone is here to ask for a miracle doctor, but they are busy seeing a doctor, so how can they have time to paint?

I'm afraid you don't know, but now many people are trotting to Teacher Yan's house. " Erhu nodded.

The woman was overjoyed, thanked the two tigers a thousand times, turned around quickly and went out, a large crowd of onlookers all crowded to keep up.

The old Dao Xie Ke next to him joked to an imperial doctor: "It seems that Du Shaoqing is not only good at medicine, but also has such a prosperous peach blossom."

"Who doesn't like flirtatious talents? It's just that his trick of mischief is a bit shameful. I don't know if old man Yan Pi can hold on? I'm afraid the young prisoner Yan Liben will be beaten."