Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 353 It's God's Pity After All

After half an hour, Yun Yang came out from the side hall, his eyes were full of excitement, and when he saw Wen Mianmian, he happily stepped forward to hold her hand, "I think that's him."

Wen Mianmian was also happy, feeling that this matter finally got a good result.

"Are you taking it with you tonight, or tomorrow morning?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a rush of footsteps, and the visitor didn't even have time to salute, "Third Princess, people from the Zhang family said that the old general is not well, and has passed out."

Yunyang only felt dizzy for a while, and took two steps back, Wen Mianmian hurriedly supported her, "Take me with you, go now."

As she spoke, she helped the trembling Yunyang to go out, Hua Jingyun turned around and went to call for someone.

When the group arrived at Zhang's mansion, the imperial doctor had already arrived and was administering needles to the old general. The old lady Zhang was sitting outside wiping her tears, seeing Yunyang as if she had met the backbone, "Your grandfather was talking to me when suddenly Dizzy, clenched teeth."

Wen Mianmian hurriedly stepped forward to help her sit down, put her on her back, and comforted her: "Grandma Zhang, Grandpa Zhang will be fine, you can't panic at this time, if Grandpa Zhang wakes up and finds out that you have fallen Now, don't be more anxious."

She winked at Yunyang, and Yunyang put the small copper sword in Mrs. Zhang's hand, "Grandma, what is this?"

As soon as the little bronze sword was in her hands, Mrs. Zhang's eyes widened excitedly, and the hand holding the little sword couldn't help shaking, "This is Xinyou's little sword, it's Xinyou's little sword."

Suddenly grabbing Yunyang firmly, "Have you found Xinyou?"

She turned her head to look at Wen Mianmian, "You girl, if you don't come here recently, are you afraid that you and I will be disappointed with your grandpa Zhang? You came today, do you have any news?"

At this moment, Mrs. Zhang's eyes were full of expectation, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

With a sour nose, Wen Mianmian smiled, and motioned for Taoist Yi Ming to come forward, "Grandma Zhang, do you see if this Taoist looks familiar?"

Mrs. Zhang grabbed Wen Mianmian's hand and tried to stand up, walked two steps forward, looked at Daoist Yi Ming with a good look, and Yun Yang ordered, "Light two more lamps."

After a while, the room with two more lamps was much brighter than before. Mrs. Zhang restrained her heart and reached out to touch Yi Mingdao's cheek.

"Like, it really looks like it."

"Xinyou should look like this when he grows up."

Ever since this Daoist Yiming learned that he might be the grandson of General Zhang, he has been worrying about gains and losses. No one wants to know who he is, but he is afraid that the higher the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Even though he had already entered Zhang's mansion, he still firmly restrained the desire in his heart. He was afraid that he would be disappointed, and even more afraid that the two old people would be disappointed.

Warm fingers caressed his cheek, and he clearly felt the old lady's hand trembling slightly. He wanted to respond, but he didn't know how to respond.

Wen Mianmian couldn't help but make a sound, and told Mrs. Zhang Zhang how Taoist Yuan An picked up Taoist Yiming, how he cured him, and how he had lost his memory.

Mrs. Zhang hurriedly ordered Madam Wu, "Quickly, bring Xinyou's favorite wooden sword."

Grandma Wu pressed her eye sockets and went away, Mrs. Zhang couldn't bear to move her gaze away from the person in front of her, "Like, it really looks like, just jokingly said to people outside, your face is It was taken from your father's slap on the face, the father and son's pain is almost exactly the same."

"Son, your name is Zhang Zhenming, and your baby name is Xinyou. Your father is Zhang Jingyu, a very heroic general. Your mother is very gentle, especially good at embroidery. She embroidered the sun on your clothes when you were young. I It's your grandmother, and your grandfather in the house, who is being treated."

Mrs. Zhang burst into tears, her heart was sore and unbearable, and soon a one and a half foot long wooden sword was taken. The wooden sword should have been touched for a long time, and the surface was already extremely smooth.

"Look, child, this is your favorite wooden sword when you were a child. It was made for you by your father. You said that after practicing the sword, you can fight enemies with your grandfather and grandpa in the future, and set up a big sword. Come back with military exploits."

"Look quickly, do you still remember?"

Daoist Yiming took the wooden sword, and when he saw the words "I am invincible" engraved on it, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Xinyou, this is the wooden sword Daddy made for you. Do you like it? Daddy will give you a good sword when you grow up. Do you like swords or guns?"

"Xinyou, if practicing kung fu is afraid of suffering, then it doesn't matter if you don't practice this kung fu. The sons of our Zhang family will go to the battlefield in the future. How can you make meritorious service if you complain so much?"

"Xinyou, daddy will be back soon after this expedition, you should study hard at home, and when daddy comes back, he will take you to the military headquarters for training."

"Heart bless."

The sound of 'Xin Bless', the words of each sentence exploded in his mind, and countless pictures poured into his mind, making him unable to stand for a while, I don't know how long it took, it may be just a moment, Yi Ming said Tears rolled down Chang's eyes, and he remembered.

He remembered the joy of childhood and the sadness after his father died in battle.

He remembered that he was taken away, and the captor said that he would use the medicine he brought, and then he didn't know what happened, he was thrown away, and then he met his master, and there was a small sword he carried with him. "Ming" word, the master named him Yiming.
Slowly knelt down on both knees, tightly holding Mrs. Zhang's hand, "Grandmother~"

"Grandma, I'm Xinyou, I remember now"

Old Mrs. Zhang's tears became even more violent, she bent over to hold the lost and found grandson and cried unceasingly, all the people in the room wiped away their tears, and Tong'er cried the most.

The imperial doctor saw such a scene when he came out of the inner room. He had already heard the sound outside, and the old general Zhang who woke up heard it. Although he couldn't speak, his whole body was shaking with excitement Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"Madam, the old general has woken up, and he is very excited to hear the commotion outside. Let's take the child inside."

"Yes." The old lady didn't even have time to wipe away her tears, and said welcomingly: "Son, let's go see your grandfather."

Several people crowded into the inner room again, the imperial physician sighed, thought that old General Zhang was a dying hero, and his evening scene was bleak, but after all, it was God who had pity on him, finding this incense stick from the Zhang family, is really blessed by God.

Hua Jingyun and Wen Mianmian did not follow in, and they were also very emotional when they heard the voices of crying and laughing inside. Wen Mianmian was crying with tears in her eyes, but she was very happy in her heart, "Physician Qi, Grandpa of the Zhang family is overjoyed. Is he healthy?"

Imperial Physician Qi cupped his hands, "The pain on the old general's body is the first, and the depression in his heart is the second. Mr. Zhang's return home is like a potion of immortal medicine, which will surely relieve the worries in the old general's heart. As long as he takes good care of him, it may not be impossible Get better."

Wen Mianmian breathed a sigh of relief, and with a glance, he saw a person standing in the corner with a very lonely expression. This person was the one who was forcibly adopted from the Zhang family. The man looked embarrassed.

Daoist Yuan Wu heard the voice in the room, and heaved a long sigh. If it wasn't for his selfishness, General Zhang wouldn't be so ill. Went to Annan Palace to speak.

"It's Pindao's mistake."

(End of this chapter)