0p0 Chapter 272 Old Zhao is Sick
Chapter 272 Old Zhao is Sick
Li Zhen, who was in Tangyin, received a secret letter from the distant Western Xia in a short while. This letter was by no means as simple as the delivery of trivial matters such as provisions and supplies.
Wan Hanzhong's writing traverses thousands of miles, bringing not only the latest developments from the Mongolian grasslands but also his profound analysis and unique insights into the current situation. He weaves this precious information into the lines in an almost cryptic manner, awaiting Li Zhen's review and judgment.
Li Zhen gently stroked the letter, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "Bad boy, your classmate is truly a dragon among men. Without showing off, he has already secured a position as a strategist in the Ongud tribe. The reason why the Mongol tribes were able to drag the massive Jin army into the swamp of war and make its progress so difficult is entirely due to his wisdom and planning. This ability is truly extraordinary."
After speaking, Li Zhen's gaze pierced through the darkness of the room, as if he had crossed time and space to see the ever-changing situation on that distant grassland, and he secretly planned his next move and adjustments.
Then he instructed the bad guys: "Increase the material support for the Ongud Mongols, give them more weapons and winter clothes. Of course, these will not be free. The Mongols have many horses, so let them exchange them with warhorses. This will be a good opportunity to expand our cavalry force."
After finishing his various affairs, Li Zhen slowly walked out of the county office and embarked on his journey back to his residence. Recently, the weather had grown increasingly cold, and the old Emperor Zhao Ji had unfortunately caught a cold. According to Zhao Yingluo's private words, he had a persistent high fever last night, causing great concern.
Fortunately, Li Zhen had transmigrated from another world, and his bag not only contained his curiosity and curiosity about this ancient land, but also several boxes of modern medicine. Upon learning of the old emperor's condition, he secretly rejoiced. So, he quietly fed Old Zhao a few carefully selected pills; these were ordinary pills, yet they seemed to possess some kind of magical power.
After one night, the old emperor's condition miraculously took a turn for the better; his high fever gradually subsided, and his spirits also recovered somewhat.
As Li Zhen approached the doorway, he saw his son, Xiao Yuchen, playing with his bottom sticking out. After gesturing for a servant to shush him, Li Zhen quietly moved behind Yuchen.
Li Zhenfei quickly reached out and covered Xiao Yuchen's eyes: "Guess who I am?"
After a moment of stunned silence, Xiao Yuchen chuckled and said, "Is there any need to guess? It must be Daddy."
Li Zhen picked up the child and gently rubbed his nose, which was red from the cold.
"Why are you playing here by yourself? Where is your mother?"
Yu Chen: "Mother is inside talking to Grandpa."
As Xiao Yuchen spoke, he struggled to break free from Li Zhen's slightly rough hand, determined to set foot on the ground and walk on his own little legs. Faced with the child's stubbornness and independence, Li Zhen felt a great deal of reluctance, but he could only helplessly compromise and let the little guy do as he wished.
During this period, Li Zhen was always busy and hurried. The time he gave to the mother and son was as scarce as dew in the morning mist. On the one hand, he needed to devote all his efforts to mobilizing troops to deal with the aggressive Jin army; on the other hand, his heart was always with the people in his territory, concerned about their livelihood and peace, and striving to provide them with a stable environment in this chaotic world.
Upon entering the inner room, they saw Zhao Yingluo sitting beside Zhao Ji's bed, inquiring about her father's condition with concern.
Upon seeing Li Zhen enter, Zhao Ji was about to get up when Li Zhen quickly stepped forward and stopped him.
"Old Zhao, if you're not feeling well, don't get up. Lie down and rest."
Looking at the warm, caring smile on Li Zhen's face, Zhao Ji's lips couldn't help but curve into a gentle smile as well: "It's nothing, just a moment of carelessness a few nights ago when everything was quiet, allowing that cunning cold to slip through. Thanks to your excellent medicine, I'm feeling much better now. To be honest, I feel quite energetic right now, and I wish I could jump out of bed immediately, but Yingluo insists that I rest for a few more days. Alas, time waits for no one. Back in the Five Kingdoms City, the conditions were so harsh, yet they didn't do anything to me."
After a few warm words, Li Zhen and Zhao Yingluo slowly walked out of the room. Their lively and active youngest son, like a fawn in the forest, had already quietly slipped out and was playing happily in the snow-covered landscape.
These past few days, it seems as if the winter god has generously covered the world with layers of pure white velvet. The teachers and parents in the school have also followed the weather and given the children a holiday, allowing them to run freely in the silver-clad world and find their own winter fun.
Li Zhen held Zhao Yingluo's soft little hand as they walked through the vast expanse of white snow. Snowflakes occasionally drifted down from the sky. The two walked silently, the only sound being the crunching sound of their footsteps on the snow.
After a long silence, Zhao Yingluo finally parted her lips and said softly, "My husband, I would like to ask if it would be alright if I could add another concubine for you?"
Upon hearing this, Li Zhen's body trembled slightly, and his gaze instantly turned to Zhao Yingluo, a look of confusion appearing between his brows: "Yingluo, why did this thought suddenly come to your mind?"
Zhao Yingluo smiled gently, but her eyes held a hint of helplessness: "In the past, I have mentioned this matter to my husband many times, but you always politely declined. Now, my husband's career is at its peak, but we still have few children. Over the years, I don't know why, but I have been unable to continue the Li family bloodline. In order to ensure the continuation of our Li family line, I have thought it over and over again and decided to take another concubine for you. As for the candidate, I already have a plan in mind."
Li Zhen pulled Zhao Yingluo into his arms and said, "I don't want to remarry for now. With hundreds of thousands of Jin soldiers pressing in, I don't have time for that. Besides, having you in my life is enough. Let's not bring this up again."
With a soft "plop," a round snowball unexpectedly appeared, landing precisely on Li Zhen's head, instantly transforming him into a snowman in winter. Amidst the swirling snowflakes, his hair and shoulders were tinged with silver.
Little Yuchen's childish voice carried a hint of urgency and determination: "Daddy, you're not allowed to tease Mommy anymore!"
Zhao Yingluo looked up at the sound and saw her mischievous yet innocent little darling. Her cheeks flushed slightly. She spoke softly, but her eyes held a hint of doting reproach: "Yuchen, don't be naughty. How can you use a snowball to greet your father? That's not good."
However, before Zhao Yingluo could finish speaking, Li Zhen was already all smiles. He deftly rolled the snow in his hand into a round snowball, then tossed it lightly, aiming it directly at his grinning son.
"Hahaha...you little rascal, let's have a contest today and see who can throw the snowball more accurately!" Li Zhen's laughter sounded particularly hearty in the cold wind.
And so, a unique snowball fight quietly began between Li Zhen and Xiao Yuchen. Soon, the clever Xiao Yuchen pulled Zhao Yingluo along, joining the joyful melee. The mother and son teamed up, their attacks growing increasingly fierce, forcing Li Zhen to dodge left and right, repeatedly begging for mercy. In this snow-covered world, the family's laughter was like the warm winter sun, dispelling the chill and warming the entire world.