Houfu Key Class

Luo Ji's mouth corners slightly raised.

This was probably the first time he heard such words in his life.

Putting aside the aura of the Luo family, he was still himself.

Luo Ji bowed his hands to thank him: "I will not let down the emperor's trust."

Chu Jincheng smiled at him and said: "Go and do it quickly. The sooner you send it, the sooner we can win the battle. Wait for your triumphant return, big cousin!"

"Okay."

Luo Ji took the imperial edict and the drawings away.

The little devil looked at his back and thought: This method can only confuse the Luo family faction and outsiders, but Luo Jingfeng himself may not admit it.

Uncle... Maybe he will have to settle accounts with him as soon as he comes back.

Chu Jincheng frowned and thought: How should I explain to Luo Jingfeng then...

The general's mansion.

Zong Wenxiu told his father the latest news about the blueprints. Zong Yan said without even looking up: "Actually, it doesn't matter if Luo Jingfeng sees it. I can design a new one."

Zong Wenxiu: "Ahem... Dad, it's so easy for you to say that. The emperor really values ​​this chariot and gave it a particularly loud name."

"What's it called?" Zong Yan looked up.

Zong Wenxiu smiled: "Invincible Chariot."

Although it was as straightforward as ever, it sounded much better than their class motto, and he was very satisfied.

Zong Yan: "..."

The emperor is indeed a madman.

Zong Wenxiu was helping him as usual, making new hidden weapons for his father. After he was busy for a while, he heard Zong Yan ask, "Did the family decline all the banquet invitations?"

Zong Wenxiu said, "No, my uncle and aunt often go out to attend, and my grandparents occasionally go. Dad, do you want to go and have fun? I can take you."

Zong Yan's eyebrows moved and asked, "Don't you go often? Why?"

Is it because he is not here, so the people from the second house are not invited...

Zong Wenxiu said, "My brothers and I were busy studying before, and the banquets were all declined by my aunt. Later, I was busy with being an official and had no time to go. Mom sometimes went with my aunt, but she was sick recently and has been resting in her room."

"Is your mother sick?" Zong Yan grasped the key point, "Why haven't you mentioned it?"

No wonder she didn't come to see him, it turned out that she couldn't come.

It's not because I don't want to see him...

Zong Wenxiu was stunned and said, "Dad didn't want to see other people at that time, so I didn't dare to mention it. Later, I still didn't dare to mention it because Mom was worried that you wouldn't accept us."

"Why do you have such an idea?" Zong Yan's heart tightened, feeling absurd.

Zong Wenxiu lowered his eyes, feeling a little depressed: "Mom said that you were just a fleeting relationship at the beginning, and it should not be very happy. You may accept me because of family affection, but she may not be the one you like. Dad, will you marry someone else in the future?"

If Mom is not the person Dad likes, then Dad will definitely marry someone else if he likes someone in the future.

Taking a concubine is a small matter. I'm afraid that Dad will demote Mom to a concubine. At that time, he and Mom will be redundant in this family.

Zong Yan listened to his son's pitiful tone and said distressedly: "Stupid, why marry someone else, take me to see your mother."

"Ah? Oh, okay, right away!" Zong Wenxiu quickly helped him pack up.

Zong Yan pulled him and said, "Let's go, leave them alone."

Zong Wenxiu said anxiously, "But Dad, don't you attach great importance to the manufacture of these hidden weapons?"

Zong Yan asked back, "What disease did your mother have? How long has she been sick?"

Zong Wenxiu couldn't keep up with his thoughts, and replied blankly, "At first it was just a cold, and then it turned into a cough. It hasn't improved for half a month. The doctor said it was the root of the disease left in the slums before, and it needs to be slowly cured."

The two talked and walked, heading to the side of his former yard.

She used to live very close to him.

When they were almost there, Zong Wenxiu reminded, "Dad, the doctor said that Mom's cough may be contagious. It is not recommended that we stay with her for too long recently. You..."

"Go and get busy. I know the way back." Zong Yan left a word and went into the house.

Zong Wenxiu stood there scratching his head.

But he still left obediently.

Dad took the initiative to visit mom, which was a good sign. If dad could like mom, then their family could live happily together. Zong Wenxiu didn't dare to think how happy he would be at that time.

The room was dim, and there were bursts of coughing.

Zong Yan found a window far away from the bedroom and opened it to let in fresh air.

Yan Suxue heard the noise and thought it was done by the maid, so she said, "Jing'er, don't open the window."

Zong Yan walked in and replied, "Open the window occasionally to ventilate, and you will get better faster."

Yan Suxue was sitting on the bed coughing. She looked up and saw the appearance of the person who came. Her eyes gradually widened: "Zong Yan..."

She remembered him.

She had seen Zong Yan on the day he just returned home.

He looked the same as she remembered, but much more stable than in his youth.

Zong Yan sat by the bed and said with a complicated expression: "No one told me that you were sick."

A cough came up, Yan Suxue picked up a handkerchief to block it, suppressed her throat and coughed twice, then replied: "They are also for your health. It is inconvenient for me to see guests now, it will be transmitted to you."

Zong Yan said: "It's okay, I'm in good health."

Yan Suxue was stunned for a moment, then realized that Zong Yan's attitude towards her was not repulsive, and he even cared about her a little. Zong Yan...

She asked: "Do you... remember me?"

Zong Yan nodded: "Yes, I always dream about you." After saying that, his cheeks slowly turned red, a little embarrassed.

The longest time they spent together was their romantic relationship, so it was natural that they dreamed of that scene.

Yan Suxue gradually blushed and couldn't help but want to cough again. She suppressed her blush and said again: "Do you want to go out? I'm really afraid of infecting you."

"I'm not afraid of infection." Zong Yan picked up the ginger slices from the bedside and handed it to her, "Does this smell good?"

Yan Suxue shook her head: "Generally, it can only alleviate the coughing a little."

Zong Yan was silent for a long time before saying, "I'm sorry."

Yan Suxue's heart skipped a beat: "What are you sorry for?"

There is someone you like who wants to welcome her into the house, so do you want to say sorry to her?

She was so nervous that she picked her hands.

I even wonder: If she really wants to make room for others, can she keep her position as a literary cultivator? It took a lot of effort for him to become a legitimate son. If he were to return to being a legitimate son, he would definitely be sad.

Zong Yan lowered his head and said: "I'm sorry for doing that to you, causing you to suffer so much glare and suffering in places like slums. I'm ashamed. I don't know why I did it at that time. When something like that happens, I'm not usually that kind of person..."

Yan Suxue breathed a sigh of relief, and she explained: "It was not of your own free will. I know, I all know. We must have smelled the incense at that time, and that's why...we did that."