Godly Farmer Doctor: Arrogant Husband, Can’t Afford to Offend!

Chapter 1250: Is he dreaming?

Cheng Zuo dare not lie, this matter will be investigated.

“Answering back the emperor, I just came back today after having dinner outside, and it was delayed for some time.”

Chu Yan waved his hand: “Okay, don’t say anymore, if you want to know why I’m here, just ask your wife or your son, it doesn’t matter.”

Seeing that his father cast his gaze over, Cheng Shuping took his father aside and told the whole story.

When Cheng Zuo heard this, he was almost heartbroken with remorse. If he had known that his son would ask Bai Zhi, he would have simply helped him find an imperial doctor.

Who would have thought that so many things would happen?

Chu Yan said: “You can’t even manage the back house, how can you help me manage the world?”

Cheng Zuo knelt again, “I am guilty!”

“You usually talk about the words ‘loving family, governing the country, and the world” on your lips, and you keep using it to threaten me to take in the empress. But why can’t you do this when it comes to yourself?”

Cheng Zuo couldn’t speak, he could only press his forehead to the cold ground.

Cheng Shuping also knelt: “Your Majesty, please give Father another chance.”

Chu Yan glanced sideways at the father and son and said in a low voice: “In the final analysis, this is still your family’s housework. Even if I am the emperor, I have no right to interfere with your housework. You can do it yourself, as long as you don’t let me hear a little bit of gossip.”

Cheng Zuo immediately made a guarantee that the matter would be properly handled.

Chu Yan’s eyes fell on Cheng Shuping immediately and said: “I see that Young Master Cheng is good at martial arts, and there is still a vacancy in my imperial guards. You can let him try first.”

Cheng Zuo was stunned, he could hardly believe his ears, did he hear wrong?

The emperor, who had been stern to him just now, promised his eldest son an errand now?

Or a guard with a knife in front of the imperial court? God—he was not dreaming, right?

At this time, Cheng Shuping was kowtowing and thanking the emperor.

Cheng Zou took a while to come back to his senses, then thank Chu Yan again and again. He was so excited.

This son made him worried a lot. His son practiced martial arts since he was a child, so he didn’t pay much attention to his work.

He wanted him to join the army, but he doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t want to leave his family behind. He doesn’t want to get involved in other military positions, and he doesn’t like being a petty official, after all, he was a prime minister.

In this way, he has not been able to arrange a suitable job for the eldest son in the capital city.

“Thank you, your majesty. Thank you!”

Chu Yan asked them to get up, turned to Cheng Zuo, and said: “Do you know why I chose your son?”

Cheng Zuo smiled and said: “Shuping has practiced martial arts since childhood, and his kung fu is not bad.”

Chu Yan shook his head: “There are countless better martial art masters than him, but why did I choose him?”

Cheng Zuo was taken aback, and blurted out: “Could it be because of this humble minister?”

The Emperor gave him a face. The Emperor has never given him such a big face before, even his daughter has never been favored after entering the palace.

Chu Yan said: “Because your son is a person who values love and righteousness, so I believe he can handle errands well.”

Cheng Zuo was ashamed, the Emperor was slapping him in the face!

“Okay, you step back, I want to be quiet for a while.”

Cheng Zuo kept winking at Cheng Shuping before stepping back to leave.

Cheng Shuping said to Chu Yan: “Your Majesty, I’ll go away for a while.”

Chu Yan nodded, but his eyes fell elsewhere.

When the father and son left the small courtyard, Cheng Zuo pulled his son aside, and immediately asked: “What’s going on here?”