Du Qi looked at himself in the bronze mirror, still in a daze. Because what appeared in the bronze mirror was a young man of twelve or thirteen years old, not a librarian in his twenties who had accomplished nothing.
It had been two days since Du Qi came to the Tang Dynasty.
In the past two days, he was surprised every time he looked at the bronze mirror. Because he used to be just an ordinary librarian. But according to the memory in his mind now, he traveled to the fourth year of Wude in the Tang Dynasty and became Du Qi, Du Ruhui's son.
Two days ago, Du Qi was pushed into the lake and choked on the water and fell into a coma. Fortunately, Du Qi's mother invited Sun Simiao, the miracle-working doctor, to save him, and then Du Qi traveled.
Two days were enough for Du Qi to learn everything about the Tang Dynasty.
The emperor was now Li Yuan, and the future Heavenly Khan, Li Er, was just an unpopular and suppressed King of Qin. The future prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, Du Ruhui, was just a counselor of the King of Qin's Heavenly Policy Mansion.
"Young Master, the tea you asked for is here."
At this moment, a flattering voice came from outside the room. A thin young man with a slightly hunched back and shifty eyes entered. This man was Liu Jian, Du Qi's personal attendant. He carried a cup of tea and walked to Du Qi's side. Holding the teacup, he opened his mouth and looked like he was grinning.
Du Qi took the porcelain bowl and looked at the brown tea in the bowl. He frowned slightly, but still took a sip. But when the tea entered his mouth, he didn't enjoy the taste buds, nor did he feel comfortable all over.
Greasy, salty, and other tastes were mixed in.
"Puff!"
Du Qi turned his face to the side and opened his mouth, spitting out all the tea and splashing it all over Liu Jian. Du Qi looked up at Liu Jian and asked, "Liu Jian, are you dissatisfied with me?"
Liu Jian was also a little confused.
As the personal attendant of the young master since childhood, how could he hurt the young master? How could he be dissatisfied with the young master? Liu Jian hurriedly said, "I don't know what I did wrong. Please enlighten me, Young Master."
Du Qi remembered that Liu Jian was his loyal lackey, so he patiently explained, "I asked you to make tea, and this is the tea you made? The color was not clear at all, and the taste was still salty. It was obvious that salt had been added. Are you unhappy with me, or what? "
"Young Master, I'm innocent!"
Liu Jian looked as if he was swearing to the heavens and solemnly said, "Young Master, this is the best tea in our residence."
Du Qi questioned, "The best tea?"
"Yes!"
Liu Jian patted his chest and said, "Young Master, this is the best tea."
After hearing this, Du Qi's mind naturally imagined the situation with the tea, causing him to burst out laughing. This time, he had misunderstood Liu Jian, because the main task now was to brew tea. Especially in the early Tang Dynasty, there were few other ways to drink tea. For this kind of fried tea, not to mention adding salt, there were also other condiments.
Du Qi was not used to this taste. He preferred to brew tea.
Looking at the bowl of tea in front of him, Du Qi no longer had any appetite. He waved his hand and said, "Take it away!"
"Yes!"
Liu Jian took the tea bowl and turned to leave.
Du Qi's mental fortitude was not bad. Looking at his appearance in the bronze mirror, he pondered that since he could not go back, he might as well enjoy everything he had now. In the future, he was just a caretaker without any attachments. Now that he was the son of the future prime minister, it was even better.
Yes, enjoying life began with drinking tea.
Du Qi already had a plan in his heart to improve the art of tea.
"Not good, not good."
Liu Jian's panicked voice came from the courtyard again. Soon after, Liu Jian rushed into the room like a tornado and quickly said, "Young Master, Old Master has returned. Old Master heard that you had a conflict with someone and fell into the water. He was very angry. Now, Old Master is coming directly to our courtyard with rattan. Quick, quick, go to Madam's courtyard, or you will be beaten again today. "
Liu Jian's words opened Du Qi's memory.
In Du Qi's memory, Du Ruhui was a strict father.
It was not the slightest bit related to love.
Du Ruhui believed in the principle that good people came from the Yellow Thorn Rod. If they were disobedient, he would ruthlessly punish them and beat them three times a day. But what gave people a headache was that even if they were obedient, they would still be scolded. According to Du Ruhui's words, this was to guard against him, and he had to reflect on himself three times.
Du Qi could not help but shiver. Meeting such a strict father, it was really hard to reason with him.
He could not afford to offend him!
He could not afford to offend him!
Quickly hide!
Du Qi quickly got up and prepared to hide in his mother's courtyard. But just as he rushed out of the room, he saw a middle-aged man in his thirties with a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a long beard under his chin enter with a four-foot long rattan.
"Evil creature, kneel down!"
Du Ruhui blew his beard and glared, angrily said, "I have always taught you to be respectful and modest, gentle and polite. You, on the other hand, actually got into a fight with someone and even got pushed into the water unconscious. I only went out for two days, and you want to turn the world upside down? Kneel down and receive your reward! "
Du Qi's face twitched.
Was this the generation's famous prime minister, Du Ruhui?
Vulgar words!
Incomparably manic!
This was probably the irascible Du Ruhui, or even the early menopause Du Ruhui.
Du Qi ridiculed in his heart, but he also knew that the situation was not good. Facing his father, he could only endure. So while he was on guard against the rattan, he said, "Father, after I fell into the water, my body has not fully recovered. I can't take a beating."
"Evil creature, your wings have hardened!"
Du Ruhui scolded, "In the past, you would obediently kneel down with a single sentence from me. Today, you actually dared to talk back. You have really grown wings. Kneel down, or I will break your legs today. "
"Father, your son can't take a beating!"
Du Qi hurriedly shook his head.
If he knelt now, it would be too horrible to look at. He was not willing to be whipped and educated by his manic father.
Du Qi lamented in his heart. He was really unlucky to have such a strict father. Fortunately, he had a mother who doted on him. Otherwise, his life would be dark.
Seeing Du Qi refuse, Du Ruhui's anger rose. It was as if sparks were flying in his eyes. He said repeatedly, "Good, what an unfilial son. You actually dare to disobey my orders."
Du Qi shook his head and said, "Father, you are wrong. Your son did not disobey your orders. It is because father's starting point was wrong that your son did not kneel. This is to correct your mistake."
"What did you say?"
Du Ruhui was even angrier when he heard this.
Correct his mistake!
Du Ruhui could no longer suppress his anger. He swung his rattan and rushed forward. Fortunately, Du Qi had already aimed at the rattan. When he saw the rattan swing, his feet seemed to be smeared with oil as he quickly dodged.
"Evil creature, if you have the ability, don't stop. Otherwise, when I catch you, even your mother's pleas will be useless."
Du Ruhui was furious. He was breathing heavily. He was very angry.
"I will not stop unless father does not hit me."
Du Qi was not stupid.
If he stopped, it would be the same as lying down obediently.
Du Ruhui carried the rattan and chased for a long time. He really did not have any strength left. He stopped and bent over. He held the rattan and gasped for breath. He really could not chase anymore.
Seeing this, Du Qi seized the opportunity and said, "Father, you can't catch up to your son. After all, your son is still young."
Du Ruhui said angrily, "You brat …"
As soon as he said this, Du Ruhui suddenly stopped talking. Du Ruhui felt that there was something wrong with his son. He knew his son very well. He was an honest and kind brat. Now, Du Qi was sharp-tongued and had such a lazy appearance. The difference was too big.
Du Qi saw that Du Ruhui's anger had decreased. He quickly thought of a plan. Suddenly, Du Qi came up with a plan. He walked straight to Du Ruhui and knelt down. "Father, if you want to hit me, then hit me. Your son will not resist."
"But your son is not convinced!"
As he spoke, he raised his head and stared at Du Ruhui with a stubborn look.
When Du Qi knelt down, Du Ruhui instinctively swung his rattan and prepared to hit him. However, the rattan suddenly stopped in midair. There was even a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. He felt that things were getting interesting.
This brat was actually playing tricks.
Du Ruhui said in a deep voice, "Speak. I'll give you a chance to explain. Why are you not convinced?"
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