Yan Shifang became more angry when he saw that his servants did not dare to beat Yan Shaoting, and said sternly: "Okay, then let me, my uncle, take it on his own - hold him up. Do you even have to do this?"

The two servants just didn't dare to hit Yan Shaoting, but they still dared to hold Yan Shaoting. They grabbed Yan Shaoting's hand from left to right, tied Yan Shaoting to the corridor column, and their fat buttocks were facing outwards-

Yan Shifang snatched the bamboo whip strip from a servant, pulled off Yan Shaoting's underwear, held the bamboo strip in his hand and whipped Yan Shaoting's fat white butt. He saw red marks on the snow-white buttocks, and Yan Shifang was very serious.

Yan Shaoting cried and shouted, "This is Zeng Yu framed me. Zeng Yu ran to Fengshuwan at night and had an affair with Aunt Thirteen and Yingzi. I broke it, so he planned to frame me. Yan Shaoqing is also an accomplice. Oh, it hurts so much."

Yan Shifang was furious and scolded: "The evil that is unrepentant, and he dares to talk nonsense. So what if I beat you to death today." The bamboo stick in his hand beat Yan Shaoting torture, making Yan Shaoting twist his body, and the traces of the ram on his buttocks began to seep blood.

Seeing that the fight was almost done, Zeng Yu stepped forward and stopped him and said, "Mr. Fangtang, calm down, calm down, Young Master Shaoting is young, just punish him for a little bit."

After all, it was not his own son. It was hard to explain to his cousin and sister-in-law if he had been scolded. Seeing Zeng Yu dissuading him, Yan Shifang took the steps to step down, threw the bamboo strips in his hand on the ground, grabbed Yan Shaoting's ear and said, "If Mr. Zeng hadn't pleaded for you today, I would have beaten you to death and wouldn't apologize to Mr. Zeng."

Yan Shaoting's fat white butt has now become a blood-red butt. This rich young man has never suffered such pain when he grows up so old. All his snot and tears have fallen. The two servants put down his hands, and he still sticks out his bloody butt and holds Zhuzi and cries. It looks pitiful and ridiculous.

Yan Shifang said angrily: "I don't know how to apologize, right? Do you still want to be beaten?"

Yan Shaoting cried and said, "I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong, uncle, I know I'm wrong, Mr. Zeng, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'll remember this lesson, and I will never be so confused again." When he said this, Yan Shaoting's forehead hit the wooden pillar and gritted his teeth.

Yan Shifang ordered his servant to go back to the bedroom to apply the wound medicine to the buttocks, and then said to the manager and maids of Qianshan Hall: "From today, Yan Shaoting is not allowed to leave the hall for half a step. Whoever dares to let him go out privately will get out of Jieqiao Village."

Yan Shifang sighed and walked in front of the hall, thinking about it, and then lay paper and grind ink in Zengyu's room to write a letter to his uncle Yan Song. It was his uncle Yan Song who instructed him to discipline Yan Shaoqing and Yan Shaoting on behalf of him. Now Yan Shaoting is so unruly, which disappoints Yan Shifang-

Yan Shaoting was crying in the house and Yan Shaoqing, who had been watching the fun, whispered to Zeng Yu: "My brother Shaoting did not really repent. I just saw him gritting his teeth and showing hatred."

Zeng Yu shook his head and said, "Will he do whatever he wants. I can't do my companionship with you. Because of my arrival, you and your brothers will be in trouble. I am really ashamed."

Yan Shaoqing hurriedly said, "What did Mr. Zeng say? Shaoqing has benefited a lot from Mr. Zeng. Before Mr. Zeng came, my relationship with Shaoting was like this. He always wanted to suppress me everywhere because Mr. Zeng treated me equally and did not look down on him. He was dissatisfied with Mr. Zeng. Last time he wanted to humiliate me, but Mr. Zeng refused to obey him, and he held a grudge. This time he was punished by himself. Mr. Zeng must not blame himself."

Zeng Yu didn't blame himself. Among Yan Shaoqing and Yan Shaoting, he could not please him. Although Yan Shaoting was only fourteen years old, he was arrogant and vicious. He stared at him almost all the time with his servant Liu'er and Yan Erhu. If he didn't sell a flaw and let Yan Shaoting jump and bite him, he would be unpredictable. Zeng Jiuli would never be so kind that he blamed himself when he saw Yan Shaoting's butt bleeding, and said, "No matter what, it's my responsibility. I'll go see Mr. Fangtang."

Yan Shifang had already written the letter and was instructing the servant to hand it over to Xu County Magistrate Xu, who was sent to Beijing through the official post shop. Zeng Yu came in and bowed and said, "Mr. Fangtang, the young son was entrusted by Mr. Yan and Mr. Yan. This companion was dereliction of duty to study for the young son, and the young son had no face to stay here."

Yan Shifang hurriedly said, "What's wrong with Zeng Sheng? Zeng Sheng is here to be at ease. Shaoting has been spoiled too much since childhood, so it's better to suffer some setbacks."

Yan Shaoqing followed in and said, "I asked my uncle to keep Mr. Zeng. Mr. Zeng was wronged because of his nephew. Ting's brother is so ridiculous, and he is not without his nephew's example of his brother's good brother. I ask my uncle to punish him.

Yan Shifang knew that Yan Shaoqing was not in good terms. Relatively speaking, he loved Yan Shaoqing more because Yan Shaoqing was more like his uncle Yan Song. He did not usually have as many dandy habits as Yan Shaoting, and was more willing to listen to the teachings. Yan Shaoting looked very similar to his cousin Yan Shifan. Yan Shifang was actually very disgusted with his cousin Yan Shifan. Not to mention anything else, just drinking and having fun as usual during mourning periods made Yan Shifang, who adhered to the traditional Confucian etiquette, and he advised several times, but was confused by Yan Shifan's fallacies and evil sayings. Yan Shifan was good at sophistication. He could not argue with Yan Shifan. Yan Shifan finally said: "Brother Fang, I am two people on the road, and I don't plan to each other. You just live in the countryside and keep it alone, don't worry about my affairs. Since my father told you to discipline my two sons on his behalf, then you should teach them well."

Yan Shifang read a bit pedantic, and he was not clear about the complex and subtle relationship between such a brother and his brother. He could teach, but how could Yan Shaoqing and Yan Shaoting be intimate and harmonious? Apart from a few lessons, he had no other choice. At the moment, he could only remind Yan Shaoqing to be close to his younger brother, and also listed Shun's example. How bad is Da Shun's younger brother so badly? He assassinated Shun several times, but was eventually influenced by Shun's virtue. Yan Shifang encouraged Yan Shaoqing to take sages as a model and guide his younger brother Yan Shaoting to reform himself-

Yan Shaoqing said in his mouth that he was just right and said in his heart: "Emperor Shun's fate is great. No matter how he hurts, he can't kill him. How can I compare? If Mr. Zeng was coerced by Shaoting to deliberately humiliate me last time, I wouldn't be able to bear it."

After such a delay, it was almost noon. I still couldn't delay going to Yuanzhou Prefecture School. Yan Shifang reminded the maids and said a few words to Zeng Yu. Yan Shaoqing rushed to Jichangyuan and prepared to have lunch at Jichangyuan. Then he took a boat to Yichun. Yan Shaoqing was temporarily off from school because Yuqingtang was temporarily off, so he wanted to go to Jichangyuan to meet his mother Cao.

Yan Shifang invited Zeng Yu to ride in a sedan chair with him, saying that there was something to do. Zeng Yu put the bookcase in Yan Shaoqing's sedan chair. He sat in Yan Shifang's sedan chair. This sedan chair was relatively wide and the two adult men were not cramped. The sedan chair carriers were also increased from two to four, which was considered to be a large sedan chair carrying four.

Two sedan chairs, five followers left Jieqiao Village and walked on the avenue to the county town. The weather was cloudy on the day. Looking around, the grass was withered and leaves fell, the mountains were cold and the water was thin, and most of the maple leaves in Maple Bay also fell. From a distance, there were only dense branches. Yan Shifang in the sedan chair rubbed his hands and said, "It was cold this year, and it was probably snowing in the winter moon."

After saying this, Yan Shifang was silent again. The old scholar, who was nearly fifty years old, looked worried and said for a while: "Zeng Sheng, in your opinion, what kind of person is my uncle? Please tell me bluntly, I will not spread it."

Zeng Yu originally thought Yan Shifang wanted to talk to him about the rumors Yan Shaoting had just said about Fengshuwan, but Yan Shifang wanted to talk about his uncle Yan Song, and hurriedly said: "I have a short-sighted understanding, how dare I comment on Ge Lao Yan."

Yan Shifang sighed. Although Zeng Yu was studious and talented, he was young and did not easily understand his worries. His uncle and cousin had a bad reputation among the Shilin. Now his uncle is old, and his cousin is still ridiculous. When can this wealth and glory be preserved? I am afraid that Yan Shifang did not gain benefits because his uncle was the chief minister of the dynasty, but he was implicated because his uncle lost power. Moreover, his son Yan Hu was adopted by his cousin Yan Shifan as his adopted son-

But Zeng Yu said, "I dared to say that Yan Ge Lao is famous for his humility and respect. He is eighty years old this year. Why don't you retire bravely and return to your hometown to live your life?"

Zeng Yu heard Zheng Shi tell this story. When Xia Yan was the chief minister, he did not eat official offerings every time he had a meal in the cabinet. The so-called official offerings were the meals prepared by Guanglu Temple for the cabinet ministers. The official offerings must not be in line with the taste of Xia Yan, a native of Guixi. Xia Yan asked his servants to bring food from the mansion. The utensils were exquisite and the dishes were rich. Yan Song was also a minister at that time. He was dining at the same table with Xia Yan. Yan Song always ate official offerings. However, Xia Yan had not said a polite word for letting Yan Song taste his dishes in two years. Therefore, Yan Song held a grudge and planned to harm Xia Yan. Because he didn't eat delicious food, he was a joke. The dispute between Yan Song and Xia Yan had a deeper and broader background and reasons, but it can be seen from the fact that Yan Song was more humble.

Yan Shifang was intrigued when he heard Zeng Yu say this and said, "My uncle has written several letters to seek resignation, but the emperor refused. My cousin also resisted, saying that once he leaves the court, he will be framed."

Zeng Yuxin said, "Yan Song and his son are now in a difficult position to ride a tiger. They are like a pawn crossing the river, and they can only walk to the end." He said, "I will not hide it from Mr. Fang Tang. He would occasionally hear people talking about the government affairs in the countryside or during his journey. He has a lot of complaints about Mr. Yan. Mr. Fang Tang is a close relative, so he should give strong advice."

Yan Shifang sighed, "My brother doesn't listen to my advice."

Zeng Yu said: "Some things are hard to say in person, so you can write a letter to discuss them in detail."

Yan Shifang nodded and said, "Zeng Sheng said, "I will write letters to my uncle and cousin separately when I arrive at Jichangyuan. Regardless of whether I listen to advice or not, I will always have my efforts."

Zeng Yu also knew that Yan Shifang's letter of advice was useless now, but such letters of home may be useful when searching the house.
Chapter completed!