My wife is Wu Zetian

Hearing this, Li Feng also let go of Changsun Yan, who also patted the dust off his body, his eyes full of depression.

After this beating, Changsun Yan also became courteous, and first ordered a table of good food from the restaurant to honor his parents.

"Master, look at Yan'er's performance, don't treat him like that in the future."

Changsun looked at Changsun Yan who was running before and after, and also looked at Changsun Wuji complaining.

"Ma'am, you are wrong. If the old man didn't beat him so hard, he would be able to do this. A filial son will be born under the stick. The ancients would not deceive me."

Changsun Wuji stroked his beard happily. In his opinion, Changsun Yan was able to do this because of his own beating.

Otherwise, how could this son be so diligent?

It would be nice to see for yourself.

Changsun Yan looked at the servants cleaning up the dishes, and also bowed to his father: "Father, is the food in this restaurant a habit?"

"Well, although it's not very delicate, it has a special flavor, especially the big goose, which is quite wonderful."

The eldest grandson Wuji smiled slightly, and his son had indeed grown up.

"Father, as long as you like it, clean it up, and I'll let you see a doctor."

"???"

Hearing Changsun Yan's words, Changsun Wuji's anger that had just subsided instantly flared up again.

What are you talking about?
Listen, is this what a son should say?

He opened his mouth to see a doctor for himself.

See a doctor, I see your elbow.

"Yan'er, come here."

Changsun Wuji waved to Changsun Yan with a smile on his face.

Changsun Yan didn't doubt that he was there, so he went directly to Changsun Wuji and said, "Father, what's the matter?"

"What's the matter, if I don't beat you to death today, I won't be your father."

Changsun Wuji pressed Changsun Yan to the ground with a single slap, and started to hit repeatedly with a slap.

"Father, why did you hit me?"

"Ah, it hurts."

"Mother, save me."

Inexplicably being beaten up by Changsun Wuji, Changsun Yan only felt that his sky was dark.

Why did I work so hard and still get beaten.

"Master, Yan'er has indeed passed, don't use your hands, use a stick, it will improve your memory."

The Changsun family on the side was also full of anger, and directly handed over a stick.

How can there be a son in the world who curses his father like that, if she doesn't clean it up hard, she, a mother, can't stand it.

"Mother, why is this so?"

Now Changsun Yan was completely dumbfounded, and let himself remember what happened.

It was fine just now, why did it suddenly turn from sunny to hail?
And the same is true of the mother who loves me the most.

"Why is this so? You should first ask this stick if he is sick."

Changsun Wuji's godson has never been ambiguous, he took the stick and hit it straight away.

"Ah, I was wrong."

"Father, I said the wrong thing."

"You are not sick, I really said something wrong."

It wasn't until this moment that Changsun Yan realized how bad his mouth was, and he begged for mercy in pain.

Sun Simiao was waiting outside the mansion, and could not help shrinking his neck when he heard the screams inside.

This shout is really full of spirit. After all, it is a young man with a loud voice.

After a while, Sun Yan came out miserable, saluted Sun Simiao and led him in.

"Sun Simiao? Are you Sun Simiao, Sun Medicine King?"

Looking at the immortal Sun Simiao, the eldest Sun Wuji's eyes almost popped out.

This person is like a god. Emperor Taizong had personally summoned Sun Simiao, and he was by his side at that time. He did not expect such a long time to pass.

I have become an old man, but the other party is still like that?
He is really a fairy.

"I haven't seen the king of Changsun County for many years, and his demeanor remains the same as before."

Sun Simiao saluted Changsun Wuji slightly, with smiles in his eyes.

"Sun Yaowang was joking. I haven't seen you for many years and I have become an old man. You are still young and handsome, and you still have the same demeanor."

Hearing Sun Simiao's words, Changsun Wuji felt ashamed and panicked.

I am not even a star behind you.

You said that I still look good, isn't that embarrassing me?

I can't say that I really can't survive your old man.

"Junwang Changsun, Young Master Ling is really thinking about you. If you don't just pull me here to help you diagnose your pulse and recuperate your body, you are blessed."

Sun Simiao had stayed here for a long time, and he knew that this eldest Sun Yan was the first to follow Li Yanran.

As a man matures, he also put good words in between the lines of the gang leader Sun Yan who changed the way.

"boom."

It was fine if Sun Simiao didn't say anything, but when he said that Changsun Wuji got angry again, it was another big fight.

"???"

"Why did you hit me again?"

Changsun Yan is about to blow up. Just now I said that you are sick. It is indeed my fault, but you have already beaten him, so why are you still taking the blame?

"I hit you for my father because why didn't you say that Sun Yaowang was waiting outside and neglected Yaowang."

Changsun Wuji blew on his beard, stared at his small eyes, and his face was full of anger.

What happened to you?
Isn't it justified for Lao Tzu to beat his son?
How dare you have an opinion?

Sun Yan's eyes are red, I kindly arranged for Sun Simiao to come over, did you give me a chance to speak?
Sun Yaowang was waiting outside because you wanted to beat me up, not because I wanted to be beaten up.

Now he has pushed the responsibility on himself again, who can hold back.

As he said that, he flicked his sleeves and ran out directly.

"My rebellious son made Sun Yaowang laugh at me, so I hope you will take care of me more."

Seeing Changsun Yan leave, Changsun Wuji also frowned slightly, but Sun Simiao was by his side so he couldn't be neglected.

"Where is it, Prince Changsun is too worried."

Sun Simiao twitched his lips, what do I have to worry about?
Where is this? If I said that your son tied up this old man with Princess Lishan back then, why don't you cut him up and serve this old man with wine?

"Please."

The two sat on the chairs together, facing Sun Simiao, the eldest Sun Wuji also tried his best to please him.

After all, even he couldn't face such a celestial being with such an immortal demeanor.

He has lived to the age of Changsun Wuji, and his greatest wish now is to live longer.

He didn't expect to live longer than Sun Simiao, but he must live another 20 years.

And whether he can live to the age he wants to live depends entirely on Sun Simiao's efforts.

After helping elder Sun Wuji to diagnose the pulse, Sun Simiao stroked his white beard lightly.

"Sun Yaowang, how are you doing?"

Changsun Wuji looked at Sun Simiao nervously, not knowing how his body was doing.

"Junwang Changsun, you are in good health, soak in the hot springs more, and I will prescribe some medicine for you to recuperate.

Remember to be less angry, so you can live at least another 30 or [-] years. "

Sun Simiao smiled at his eldest grandson Wuji. Although this eldest grandson Wuji was old, he was in good health and had no serious problems. If he really wanted to live, he could live a long life.

"Okay, okay, that's very good, then I will trouble Sun Yaowang to help my wife take a look."

He was fine, but Changsun Wuji was worried about his wife again.

This is the woman who has been with him for decades. Naturally, he can grow old together with her and go to hell together.

Changsun also stretched out her arm gracefully, and after Sun Simiao glanced at the other party, he also apologized and began to diagnose her pulse.

"Madam's health is very good. If it's still the same, soak in hot springs more and be less angry. I'll prescribe a diet therapy prescription. It's not a problem to stay and fly with Prince Changsun."

After Sun Simiao finished helping the other party to diagnose the pulse, he also said a few compliments and left.

"Sun Yaowang, how are you?"