Combat punishment is a commonly used punishment in the court army. It is mainly based on warning and supplemented by punishment, but it is also common to kill and maim.
If you fight sincerely, twenty will be enough to kill you with a stick, but if you deliberately let the water go, a hundred battles will still be just flesh and blood wounds. It depends on whether the executioner can understand the intention of the torturer, or whether the money of the tortured can be weighed.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Feng Jianping didn't really want to do anything to Yuan Mao, so he fought 20 battles so-so and ended the matter.
Yuanmao's buttocks are blooming, although it is a minor injury, but the part is critical, and he has to lie on the couch for a while.
Yuan Sikong knelt beside his bed and refused to get up, his eyes were red and swollen.
Yuan Shaoxu was so angry that he wandered back and forth in the house: "Who gave you the courage? Ah? Who gave you the courage! If it weren't for King Jingyuan's generosity to cause you such a catastrophe, don't say your life is in danger, dad It will also be implicated!"
Yuan Sikong lowered his head and said nothing.
Yuan Mao waved his hand: "Shaoxu, that's all, you go out." He looked at Yue Qingshuang and Yuan Weiling, "You all go out."
"Dad..."
What else did Yuan Shaoxu want to say, Yuan Mao emphasized his tone: "Go out."
Yuan Shaoxu was so angry that he walked away.
Yuan Sikong actually knew that Yuan Shaoxu didn't like him very much. Although Yuanmao is a five-rank thousand household, his annual salary is only one hundred and ninety shi. He is upright and upright, and has no extra "income". It is not a small burden for a person to eat.
Now that he got into trouble, not only did Yuan Mao get beaten, but he was also fined three months of salary, which meant that winter was coming, and they might not even be able to afford charcoal.
So Yuan Shaoxu was right in scolding, it was all his fault.
Yuan Mao looked at Yuan Sikong and said helplessly, "Okay, get up."
Yuan Sikong shook his head, choked with sobs and said, "Father, punish me, you can punish me with anything."
"The purpose of punishing you is to let you know your mistake. Don't you already know your mistake?" Yuan Mao said, "Get up."
Yuan Sikong still shook his head.
Yuan Mao simply stretched out his arms, pinched his shoulders, lifted him up, and pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed.
Yuan Sikong wiped his tears.
"Kong'er, remember when I checked your background, you passed the child examination at the age of nine, which happened to be the year we met, right?"
"Ok."
"You also said that your father wants you not to take the Juren examination for ten years."
Yuan Sikong nodded again.
"Do you know why?"
Yuan Sikong calmed himself down for a moment: "Even if my father doesn't say it, I won't go, my father didn't win the first place, how can I overstep."
Yuan Mao shook his head: "Do you think your father didn't let you take the exam because of face?"
Yuan Sikong blinked his eyes, not knowing how to answer, he really always thought so.
His father is diligent and intelligent, but maybe he is not diligent or intelligent enough. There are thousands of scholars in the world, all of whom have the big dream of "learning literature and martial arts, and becoming a king's family". There are many dragons and phoenixes who fail in their lives. But since he was a child, he firmly believed that one day, he would stand in the Hall of Preservation, face the emperor's questions, quote scriptures, and answer fluently.
Yuan Mao touched Yuan Sikong's hair and looked into his eyes quietly: "Kong'er, you are too smart, but your mind is still young, and you can't fully control such a talent given by God. Too much praise On the contrary, it will destroy you. Your father is afraid that you will be arrogant and extravagant, that you will confuse right and wrong, that you will not be able to understand the suffering of the ants when you are young, and that you will be blinded by thinking that you can understand people's hearts, because you are still young, even if you have read thousands of volumes , If you have not really lived, you will not understand the world. If you are young and middle-aged, you will indeed have unlimited glory, but the officialdom will tear you to pieces, and your father is here to protect you. "
Yuan Sikong nodded in a daze, thinking of his father's gentle and refined appearance, four years later, it was still so clear.
"This time, it is all thanks to King Jingyuan's magnanimity, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. It's no big deal if you dissect a dead horse, but you beat his son, the son of King Jingyuan who holds 200,000 soldiers. Do you understand?"
Yuan Sikong nodded again: "Father, I don't dare to be reckless again."
Yuanmao sighed: "The little Highness is not a thing in the pool, I hope he is not a grudge."
Yuan Sikong pursed his lips, hating that bastard to death in his heart, if he hadn't gone to the racecourse with nothing to do, and wandered around to smash his horse's corpse, how could there be so many bad things, he was not angry in his heart, whispered He muttered, "Why did King Jingyuan take him into battle?"
"We also feel that something is wrong. We have inquired about it. It is said that His Royal Highness was raised by wolves and can understand wolf language. King Jingyuan took him with him because he was afraid of getting lost."
Yuan Sikong was surprised: "Really?"
"It should be true. Fighting is not a child's play. Otherwise, why would King Jingyuan bring a baby to chase the enemy?"
No wonder King Jingyuan wanted to call him "Wolf"...
"Okay, go and accompany Yu'er, he must be bored." Yuan Mao lay back on the pillow.
"I want to be with Dad." Yuan Sikong moved closer to Yuan Mao and whispered, "Does Dad still hurt?"
"Flesh injury, it's not a problem, just rest for a few days and you'll be fine."
Yuan Sikong gently lay on Yuan Mao's generous back: "I want to be with Dad." Although he never showed it on weekdays, he was actually very dependent on Yuan Mao. The man who held him in his arms four years ago and took him away from hunger, cold and death propped up a sky above his head, and when he stayed by Yuanmao's side, he felt warm and at ease, as if the world was turbulent, but also Can't hurt him a bit.
Yuan Mao chuckled: "You usually look like a little adult, but now you look like a child."
Yuan Sikong said softly: "Father, don't blame Konger, Konger will never make mistakes again."
"It's good that you know your mistake, father won't blame you."
"When Kong'er grows up, he must become a high-ranking official so that our family can live the best life."
Yuanmao let out a "hmm", but there was some worry in his eyes.
"... Dad."
"Ok?"
"It's almost winter, and you have been fined three months' salary..."
"This is not something you have to worry about. You go and help Xu Hu finish the work. Every horse must be carefully selected, and it must not be sloppy."
"My child understands." Yuan Mao blinked his eyes, which were unusually bright in the dim light.
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When Yuan Sikong came to the racecourse again, both Xu Hu and Zhao Dayou's attitude towards him changed, and they became somewhat respectful. After all, he beat the prince's son, and he was even taught to dissect horse corpses .
Zhao Dayou was lucky and fearful at the same time that he escaped. He already thought that Yuan Sikong was someone who was going to accomplish great things, but now he was even more convinced. When he saw Yuan Sikong, he befriended him: "Sikong, Uncle Shi I'm really worried about you, but fortunately, you turned your bad luck into good luck, and if there are horses in the racecourse that die in the future, I will deal with them all for you."
"Thank you Uncle Shi." Yuan Sikong said calmly, "Uncle Shi, my nephew still has a merciless request."
"You say it, just say it."
"You also know that my father was fined three months' salary..."
"No problem, small matter, leave it to Uncle Shi." Zhao Dayou hurriedly said.
"Uncle Shi, you still don't know my father's temper. Over the years, has he ever charged you a penny or a tael?"
"Then you mean..."
"I raise horses with Uncle Xu, and Uncle Shi also pays me monthly wages. I want to advance some money from Uncle Shi first, and after this winter, Sikong will not take any money for raising and treating horses in the future."
"Sikong, what you said is too outlandish. Uncle Shi will give you a hundred taels first, and Uncle Shi will pay for your wages and medical fees in the future... Uh, no, only half of it each time. In time, you It’s just paid back, so even if your father knows about it, it’s reasonable, right.”
"Thank you Uncle Shi, Sikong only takes twenty taels, so I can explain to my father."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Yuan Sikong bowed again, Zhao Dayou hastily returned the salute, he felt that this young man had extraordinary intelligence and extraordinary bearing, and sooner or later he would soar above the heavens.
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Naturally, Yuan Sikong would not give the silver directly to Yuan Mao, but to Yue Qingshuang. Even if Yuan Mao knew about it, he would not be willing to scold Yue Qingshuang. These twenty taels were enough to relieve the emergency in the middle of winter.
Although the matter passed, Yuan Sikong didn't dare to relax for a moment, because King Jingyuan hadn't left yet, and that brat Feng Ye obviously hated him, so he definitely wouldn't just let him go. Can't get rid of it.
Sure enough, three days later, Yuan Sikong was picking horses in the stable when he heard a special sound of hooves behind him.
His heart tightened.
That was not the hoofbeat of a Liaodong horse. The horseshoes of their horses are made of ordinary iron, and the sound of knocking on the ground is crisp, while the sound of the hooves behind them is dull and heavy, like the movement of sand and iron. Xu Hu said that there is only one army that can afford to use sand iron as an iron palm, and that is the Feng family army.
Yuan Sikong turned around and prostrated himself on the ground, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.
"Hold your head up for me." A childish and arrogant childish voice came from above, sounding very unfriendly.
Yuan Si slandered on an empty stomach, thinking that the one who should come would still come, so he slowly raised his head, and shouted respectfully and humbly: "Caomin has seen the young general."
Feng Ye sat on a tall, strong horse. Although there were still bruises on his face, he could still see his exquisite appearance and noble temperament. It's just that this horse is too tall for him, and it looks like a child wearing adult clothes. I really don't know how he handles it and whether he can get off.
Feng Ye frowned: "Why do you call me Major General? Are you mocking me?"
"Caomin dare not." Yuan Sikong just wanted to flatter him, he could tell that Feng Ye adored his father very much.
"Don't call me Major General. I want to call the name of General myself. It's your turn to flatter me."
"Caomin is guilty." Yuan Sikong lowered his head, "Caomin didn't know that His Highness was coming, so he was disappointed to welcome him."
Feng Ye snorted coldly, and looked down at Yuan Sikong condescendingly: "Stop talking nonsense. Didn't you say that you dissected the horse to heal it?"
"yes."
"My horse is slightly ill today, and his appetite is low. Can you cure it?"
"Grass people... dare to try."
There was malice in Feng Ye's eyes: "Very good, you will be rewarded if you are cured well, if you are not cured well, I will punish you severely!"