Zheng Jing was shocked, it wouldn't be so scary.

If these people who were in charge of punishment were so insignificant, they should have dragged them out and killed them.

"Father, let me give you medicine."

Zheng Chenggong nodded and said softly: "Brother Cangshui, you all go out first."

Although Zhang Huangyan was a little worried, he knew that if he had been here, Zheng Chenggong would be a little embarrassed, so he carefully reminded Zheng Jing: "Criminal, if you have any needs, you can call me and the doctor at any time."

After saying that, he and the doctor stepped out one after another.

Only Zheng Chenggong and his son were left in the house, and even though the atmosphere was still a bit awkward.

"Father..."

As soon as Zheng Jing spoke, Zheng Chenggong interrupted: "Stop talking, let's start."

Zheng Jing nodded, carefully lifted the hem of the robe, and slowly took off his mid-trousers.

"hiss!"

The pull touched Zheng Chenggong's wound, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Fortunately, the blood has not completely dried yet, otherwise the pants will be tightly attached to the wound, and it will be impossible to remove them. You must use scissors to cut them off to avoid secondary damage.

The current level is still within the controllable range, as long as it is stable, accurate and ruthless, it will not hurt Zheng Chenggong.

After taking off all the mid-trousers, Zheng Jing was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Zheng Chenggong's buttocks and legs were covered with blood, and it looked very terrifying.

Zheng Jing had no choice but to use a clean veil to dip it in water to clean the wound.

Even though he was extremely careful, Zheng Chenggong still twitched in pain.

Zheng Jing had no choice but to stop and ask: "Father, can you continue?"

Zheng Chenggong gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go ahead."

Zheng Jing used a veil to clean the blood bit by bit. Fortunately, there was no wound that looked too deep or too big, and it should be just skin trauma.

As for what kind of rotten meat, there is even less.

It seems that the person in charge of the punishment has retained his strength.

The fight will not only have the effect Zheng Chenggong wants, but will not cause internal injuries.

It is estimated that after a few days of rest, you will be able to recover as before.

"Father, I'll help you with medicine and endure it."

It’s time to apply medicine after cleaning the wound, which is also the most painful process.

Zheng Jing was worried that his father could not help it, so he handed him a piece of silk cloth.

Zheng Chenggong shook his head, "No need for this thing, you can start."

Zheng Jing responded, carefully opened the plaster and applied it evenly on Zheng Chenggong's wound.

The process of applying plaster was much better than when cleaning the wound, and Zheng Chenggong only let out a muffled groan or two.

In fact, Zheng Jing still has some experience in applying medicine.

He was very naughty when he was a child and was often taught by Zheng Chenggong's family law.

Although it is not as painful as hitting a board, the bamboo strips can still swollen your butt.

There is a saying that you will become a doctor after a long illness.

Although Zheng Jing was not sick, he suffered a lot of injuries.

Although this experience in applying medicine is not as good as a professional doctor, it is still acceptable to become a teacher.

"Does Father hurt?"

Soon Zheng Jing finished the medicine and asked with concern.

"It doesn't hurt much."

In front of his son, Zheng Chenggong naturally could not be too pretentious and pretended to be indifferent.

"Father, the doctor said that after applying the medicine, it must be kept so dry, so that it cannot be covered."

"oh."

Zheng Chenggong responded, and his neck turned red instantly.

This is too shameful!

"Okay, you should step down too."

Zheng Jing knew that his father felt embarrassed to get along with each other like this, so he replied softly: "Okay, my father needs any orders at any time. I will give him a leave."

After saying that, Zheng Jing walked out lightly and carefully brought the door.

"Criminal, how is the injury of the Prince of Yanping?"

Zhang Huangyan had been waiting outside the house. When he saw Zheng Jing coming out, he hurriedly came forward and asked.

"Zhang Benbing!"

When Zheng Jing saw that it was Zhang Huangyan, he said in a harmonious voice: "My father's injury is not too serious, it is just a skin trauma. He should be cured for a while."

"That's good."

Zhang Huangyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The Ming Dynasty cannot be without the Prince of Yanping."

In fact, Zhang Huangyan also knew that Zheng Chenggong could not be defeated by this setback, but this process was indeed quite difficult.

I just hope that Zheng Chenggong can get out of it as soon as possible.

"Criminal, come with me."

Although Zheng Jing didn't know what Zhang Huangyan asked him to do, he still agreed happily.

When he arrived at a side room, Zhang Huangyan pushed the door open and Zheng Jing followed him in.

"Criminal, please sit down."

The two sat down separately, and Zheng Jing took the initiative to ask: "What's the matter with Zhang Benbing calling his nephew?"

Zheng Jing's father Zheng Chenggong and Zhang Huangyan called brothers and brothers, and Zheng Jing called himself a nephew, naturally there was no problem.

Seeing that he claimed to himself like this, Zhang Huangyan changed his name as he changed it.

"My nephew, I have something I have always wanted to say to you, but I don't have a chance."

"Shibo, please speak."

"Your father is a great hero who is born in the world and a strong minister of the Ming Dynasty. With him and King Jin supporting him, the Ming Dynasty will not perish. I will also say a few words to you. Whether you are willing to listen or not, I have to say anything."

After a moment of pause, Zhang Huangyan continued: "Although the Ming Dynasty is so ruined, it is also the orthodox. Why does your father support the Ming Dynasty? That's because only in this way can the soldiers and soldiers follow him."

"Is Uncle Shi afraid that I will blame my father?"

"You are a smart child and you should know what I mean. Your father is now in full swing, but there will always be a day when he grows old. I don't need to say more about who will inherit his legacy, right?"

Zheng Jing was silent for a moment and said, "I will not disappoint my father, nor will I disappoint my uncle!"

"It won't disappoint Your Majesty!"

I don’t know if Zheng Jing really doesn’t understand or pretends not to understand, so I just clicked it out.

"The Ming Dynasty is the Ming Dynasty of the Zhu family, and this will not change."

Zhang Huangyan said in a deep voice: "This is also your father's wish, do you understand?"

Zheng Jing is a very arrogant child, but he is not stupid.

Zhang Huangyan said this just to tell him that the only way out for them was to embrace the Ming Dynasty.

Any unrealistic idea will lead them to the end.

"My nephew understands."

Zhang Huangyan patted Zheng Jing’s tender shoulder and said, “Nephew, you are still young, and the road ahead is still long. When we guys are old, we will rely on you to support the sky.

Wherever Zhang Huang said mercifully:

The long-distance Hu cavalry has been around, and the grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River are half fishy. The liver and brain always try to smear the old palace, and who will sigh again in the new pavilion! The spire flying and the waves are all gone, and the crossbows are pouring into the Qiantang tide. Looking back, the rivers and mountains are fighting in blood, leaving only the sound of the wind and rain sounds green duckweed.

The keys on the nine sides are broken, and the beacon is broken, and the wine is paid for the first time. There is no danger to Qin in the summer, so how can the Han family be sealed again when the Yellow River is frozen and the horse is returned, and the blue sea is rising and the dragon is about to rise. The message is that there are too many gold and old garrisons, and the grass is withered and broken. Who will follow?

Zheng Jing silently recited: "What a saying is that the grass and trees in the south of the Yangtze River are half fishy, ​​and the tide of crossbows and Qiantang is also stopped."

"Uncle Shi, my nephew understands."

"Good boy, just understand!"

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