Cheng Fu.


    The old and young usually return to the house in a carriage. The difference is that when they get off the carriage, they are supported by personal guards.


    Mrs. Cheng, who had long been waiting in front of the house to meet the two, hurriedly welcomed them when she saw their appearance.


    Holding his husband-in-law, he could feel a chill in his arms through his thin sweater, and his stiff arms even trembled faintly.


    Mrs. Cheng was shocked and looked at Cheng Zhijie''s pale cheek. She only felt that he was also vain when he walked.


    "Xianggong, but something happened in the court?"


    "About our Cheng family?"


    Cheng Zhijie didn''t respond. He just waved forward silently, motioned to the house and said in detail.


    Suddenly, an ominous premonition surged into my heart.


    Subconsciously, Chumo looks back at his son. Chumo''s legs and feet are already weak. He is directly carried by two bodyguards to the house.


    Unexpectedly, in an instant, Mrs. Cheng only felt a buzzing in her head, and a sense of imminent disaster swept through her. When she stumbled under her feet, she grabbed the only man in the family who could rely on.


    Chumo''s wife holds a one-year-old Xiaobao in her arms. She hears that the carriage at the door of the house is hurrying to meet her.


    Turning around the corridor, looking at the oncoming relatives, they looked bad and swallowed the greeting words at the mouth.


    Xiaobao in his arms is playing with a woodcarving doll. When he sees Cheng Zhijie coming back, he cries childishly.


    "Taigong, hug."


    Chumo''s wife pulls her raised little hand, puts it into her arms and says softly.


    "Be good, baby. Tai Gong is sleepy today. We''ll come back to play with Tai Gong later."


    When Cheng Zhijie passed by his daughter-in-law, he managed to squeeze out a smiling face. His voice was somewhat weak.


    "Baby, good."


    He stopped a little, took a look at his grandson, and hurried to the inner room.


    After setting up the father and son, Mrs. Cheng anxiously made a cup of tea for them, leaned against Cheng Zhijie, kneaded her arms and asked softly.


    "Husband, but something happened to Cheng''s house?"


    Cheng Zhijie has always been bold and careful, but this time he was at the gate of death. He drank some hot tea and slowed down. With a gloomy face, Chumo looks at Chumo with his head hanging aside.


    "You should ask the villain!"


    "What he did, he almost nodded his head!"


    Mrs. Cheng''s face turned white. She didn''t expect it to be so serious.


    "What happened?"


    Chumo sighs and takes over the conversation.


    "Don''t I care about the power of this artillery?"


    "Besides, the artillery made by this heart should always try. There should be an estimate of its power, range and pressure..."


    Before he finished speaking, Cheng Zhijie was already irritable. He stood up with a whoosh and pointed to Chumo and yelled.


    "You have been in the army for more than a few years. Don''t you know the rules of the army?"


    "Let me ask you, which is not a matter of losing your head, private military orders and unauthorized use of ordnance?"


    "Is it difficult for you to make all those words in front of your majesty?"


    Between the words, Cheng Zhijie has rolled up his sleeves and bulging his big eyes. Looking at the posture, he must subdue people with martial arts.


    Mrs. Cheng hurriedly pulls Cheng Zhijie''s arm and persuades him again and again.


    "What do you want to do? Just know your mistakes!"


    In the current situation, LAN Zhihui''s wife Cheng doesn''t know that it must be her majesty who, for the sake of the war, exempted Chumo from his death and made him commit crimes and meritorious deeds.


    Thinking of this, the sense of tension just now dissipated a little.


    "Calm down, calm down. It''s not good right now!"


    "Mo''er was also confused for a while, so he made this wrong mistake."


    "On the other hand, Mo''er is also thinking about this war. The expedition of Koguryo is right in front of him. If something happens to this powerful gun, the blame will not be lighter than using weapons without authorization!"


    It''s already happened. It''s futile to entangle. Cheng Zhijie collapses on the seat and glances at Chumo obliquely.


    "This war is coming. My father warned me not to poke a basket in the military camp and cause great disaster. My father can''t protect you!"


    "In the Liaodong war, the loyal bones of the martyrs of the Tang Dynasty were left in Outlands. Although they were later retrieved, they still hurt the face of the Tang Dynasty. In any dynasty, no people of that country are willing to see their warriors buried in other countries, regarded as glory by other countries, and set up a Beijing temple."


    "Our men in Datang are bloody. This matter will not forget what Koguryo did in those years because they are older. At least Koguryo should see our military power in this expedition! At least Koguryo should pay its due price!"


    Chumo''s fist squeaks, and his eyes look at Cheng Zhijie with a firm look.


    "Father, you''re right. Koguryo is a dog with tusks."


    "The incoming king was respectful to our Tang Dynasty and came to borrow the Buddhist scriptures from us. He said he went to realize the profound meaning of universal life, but behind his back, he secretly built the Great Wall, splashing high walls, and kept on guard."


    "With the sneakiness of the former monarch, gaisuwen of this generation wantonly expropriated the militia, built large-scale construction, and even made friends with the Tang Dynasty and harassed the border people."


    "For such treacherous people, I will let them suffer in the battlefield!"