Houfu Key Class

In this era, heirs were very important, not to mention that Zong Zhao was still a general. Luo Jingfeng, who had the same status, had about ten children at his age.

Zong Zhao has been back home for eight months, and she has been silent for such a long time. Although her father-in-law and mother-in-law did not rush her, they must be anxious.

Xu Wan actually had no idea. Although she knew Zong Zhao might be able to understand her, what if, what if he felt that she didn't put him first?

After all, Jin Cheng is not his biological child.

"good."

Facing his wife's gentle and step-by-step persuasion, Zong Zhao felt that his heart was about to melt. He kissed her forehead again and said, "Wait until the Jincheng Palace test is over before asking for it."

Xu Wan's eyebrows were curved and she couldn't help but say: "Zong Zhao, you are such a nice person and very easy to communicate with."

Zong Zhao pecked her lips again: "I want a reward."

Xu Wan's smile disappeared in a second. She pinched his cheeks and pretended to be angry: "I want it again and again. There is no reward."

Zong Zhao's face was deformed by her pinching, but the smile in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

The two fooled around for a while before continuing to eat.

Cuiliu walked in timidly with the soup. She was so nervous that she didn't dare to express her anger, for fear of seeing the two masters quarreling when she came in.

A quarrel between the masters is a small matter, but three times the salary is a big deal.

At this moment, Cuiliu had begun to miss the time when Cuizhi was around. At least she still had sisters in front of her to help her with ideas.

As a result, before she could see him, she heard Xu Wan's laughter.

Cuiliu was stunned for a moment and thought to herself: Has Madam not told the general yet? Then am I not looking for excitement when I bring it in now?

Cuiliu hesitated, and even started to want to withdraw, giving his wife some time to communicate, lest he and Tang be kicked out by the general.

Before she could turn around and run away, Xu Wan saw her and said loudly: "Cuiliu, is the medicine ready? Bring it in."

Cuiliu: "!"

Come, come, the storm is coming.

In which position should she place the medicine later?

It needs to be faster, right? What if the general was angry and threw the soup on her?

Cuiliu's heart was pounding, and then she heard Zong Zhao ask: "Bi Zi Tang?"

The drums were beating so loudly that Cuiliu put the plate on the small table, said quickly, "Slave, please leave," and ran away without looking back.

Xu Wan held the dark soup and replied with a smile: "It's Bizi soup. Cui Liu probably thought you were going to be angry, so she ran so fast in fear."

Zong Zhao frowned, feeling a little unhappy indeed. He reflected, "I'll be more careful in the future and don't let you drink Bizi Soup anymore. Drinking this is not good for your health."

Xu Wan smiled so hard that her eyes curled up: "That's so considerate. Then General Lao will study how to use contraceptive measures?"

"Yeah." Zong Zhao waited for her to finish drinking and then gave her some candied fruit to relieve her pain.

Xu Wan commented: "It's so sweet."

The incident of Bizitang passed so lightly.

Cuiliu waited for several days but did not wait for the general to get angry. She finally felt relieved. Fortunately, she had saved three times her salary. She silently wished the general and his wife a sweet life every day.

The ninth day of the first lunar month.

It was the day to give the prince acupuncture again. The little devil had not seen the prince for a long time and insisted on coming with him, so Xu Wan brought him over.

But this day was no ordinary day.

Because Zong Zhao gave the prince acupuncture alone, and the prince regained his hearing, and he did not intend to tell anyone except Xu Wan this news.

"Your Highness, I am Zong Zhao, and I am back."

The prince lying on the bed did not react at all. He was in a coma as usual, with no reaction on his limbs or five senses.

But he heard it.

Just like a person who has been walking in the fog for a long time, he suddenly hears the call from the outside world, pulling him from the void into reality.

The prince heard Zong Zhao's voice clearly.

Although he was much more mature and steady compared to the young man, that voice belonged to Zong Zhao. He was indeed alive and back well.

And I...didn't I die?

The prince remembered that the imperial doctor clearly said that was his final day, so how could he still be alive?

Is this hell or earth?

Zong Zhao lowered his head and told him the recent events: "You have been in a coma for eight months. During this period, Luo Jingfeng and Jin Cheng have recognized each other. But don't worry, Jin Cheng has been taught well. Luo Jingfeng even He gave up the idea of ​​deposing the prince."

The prince was very pleased to hear these words.

The child Jin Cheng was indeed well-raised, so that was fine. As long as he was not influenced by the Luo brothers, it would be Da Chu's hope for the future.

Zong Zhao was still saying: "But Your Highness, you believed in the wrong person, and I also believed in the wrong person, and we both paid a heavy price for this. But I will not just accept my fate like this. I will take you and everything with me." People, walk on the only and most correct path.”

The prince's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't understand what Zong Zhao said. Who did he believe wrongly? Who did Zong Zhao believe in again?

His heavy price was that he almost died. What was Zong Zhao's heavy price? Is it the ten years since the disappearance?

Zong Zhao did not tell him in detail, and only left one sentence: "Jin Cheng also wanted to see you, but I didn't tell him that you could hear him. Your Highness, just listen to him. There is something wrong with the child. It’s noisy, but I think maybe you need him right now.”

The prince said in his heart: That is true.

He had been lying there for so long, and it was really boring to be alone. The kid Jin Cheng talked interestingly and always made him happy.

Not long after, Zong Jincheng ran in with a groan, and sat down next to him with a thump. "Your Highness! I have finally met you. I miss you so much. I wanted to come before, but my father said I would be delayed." You rest your body! How could this happen? I am so cute and His Highness likes me so much. Maybe His Highness will be in a good mood as soon as I come here."

The prince wanted to laugh.

This kid really hasn't changed. A few words can make him happy, but it's a pity that his body can't give this kid any response.

Seeing that there was no one in the room, the little devil quietly stuffed his little hands into the bed, grabbed the prince's hand and said, "Huh? Your Highness's hands are hotter than before? It wasn't winter, it was summer, Your Highness." My hands are also cold, even if I hold the heater, but they are all warm now."

The prince only regained his hearing and could not physically feel what he was doing, but he understood after hearing these words that the little guy was touching his hand.

Zong Jincheng was still muttering: "Father is the most powerful, hehe, I can cure His Highness's cold hands. I will definitely restore your consciousness in the future and make you healthy and fat again!"

The prince listened to him and caught the message in his words.

It turned out that Zong Zhao saved him.

Did Zong Zhao rush back that day?

He remembered that the sixteen-year-old Zong Zhao had no medical skills, and he didn't expect that he would be able to save himself from death as soon as he came back. He really didn't know what adventures he had had outside these years.