Xiao Chong: The Abandoned Concubine Shocks the World

Chapter 82 Finally Entering His Heart

"In the hands of Shen Jing." Seeing that the son's eyes became colder, Tianshu almost bit his tongue, and quickly explained, "Si Shao Shen came all the way with the grain truck and sent a large number of winter clothes."

It's no wonder that he didn't speak well, he was so happy.These days, the temperature has plummeted, the heavy snow is falling non-stop, the winter clothes prepared are not enough, and there are soldiers who suffer from frostbite or even freeze to death every day.

And the Daming Mansion can't make so many winter clothes in a short period of time. Besides, the snow is too heavy, the snow is thick, and the road is difficult. If they can ensure the smooth flow of food, they will be satisfied.

That's why Tianshu was so excited when he saw the large number of winter clothes sent by Shen Jing.

"Winter clothes?"

As soon as He Zhenghan heard this, he raised the curtain and strode out.

"Fourth Young Master, wake up quickly, the eldest son is here."

In the meeting tent, thick and long firewood was burning in a large copper basin, and the flames were blazing. Shen Jingtuan sat beside him, sleeping soundly and snoring.

He was sleeping soundly, when he suddenly let out a loud cry, his body trembled instinctively.In order to keep warm, he sat by the fire, and with this movement, he kicked into the charcoal basin.

"Ouch." Shen Jing jumped up with her feet in her arms, "What are you yelling with your broken voice? The young master's feet."

Still so unrighteous, He Zheng coughed while looking at the boy who was jumping around.

Only then did Shen Jing see him, took a breath, and raised her feet to meet him, "My lord."

Even if his skin is not white, the two huge dark circles under his eyes are still very eye-catching.

He bent down and took out a piece of paper from the boot leaf, unfolded it, and handed it to He Zhenghan with a smile: "This is the quantity statistics of this batch of winter clothes, please have a look."

He Zhenghan took it, and when he saw the number on it, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, "[-] sets."

"This is the first batch, and the latter ones are still being produced urgently." Shen Jing replied.

"I'll keep this favor in mind." With He Zhenghan's identity, the favor he promised meant prosperity and wealth.

Shen Jing took a pityful breath, "Your Majesty, although I sent it, these cotton-padded clothes were prepared by Mrs. Yao."

"This is a letter from madam to the son." Shen Jing saw the surprise in his eyes, smiled, took out the letter from the package, and handed it over with both hands.

"These winter clothes only have three numbers. There are some things to pay attention to when distributing them. Shen Jing needs to take a trip, so I will take my leave first."

He Zhenghan nodded, and when he left, he couldn't wait to open the letter.

The familiar beautiful font calmed his restlessness.

The letter was not long. First, he asked a series of questions about his situation, and then told her that everything was fine, so that he didn't have to worry about it.

And at the end, He Zhenghan's black pupils were warmed up, and he stared at him for a long time, and his hand holding the letter paper was slightly clenched. It turned out that she had always kept his birthday in mind, and chose the winter clothes he needed most as a congratulatory gift.

"Crackling."

There was a cracking sound as the firewood was burning, and the red light of the fire softened the sternness on his face, and the softness in his eyes was unbelievable.

It turns out that being put in the heart wholeheartedly is this kind of feeling, like the warmth soaked in warm water, I can't help but want to laugh.

He was not familiar with this feeling, even called it strange, but it was rarely satisfying.

There were only two stages in his life, the weak and the strong, and those years as a proton were the weak and mermaid that he hated.On the battlefield, one battle after another, he finally went from self-defense all the way to holding a heavy soldier in his hand, until he had nothing to urge.

But at this time, some people said they felt sorry for him.

"Tong." The hoarse voice was low, unable to conceal the joy.

The warm current ran rampant in his body, and his heart was hot. He Zhenghan folded the letter carefully and put it in his close-fitting pocket.

The letter written by her was pressed against his flesh, and her charming smiling face finally entered his heart, and he missed him wildly.

New Year's Day.

King Ji's mansion opened an ancestral hall to worship the ancestors. King Ji and Princess Ji dressed in solemn sacrificial attire, led the men and women of the whole family, and entered the ancestral hall to worship.

This occasion is the time when status can be best reflected.

Yao Tong was isolated.

After that, some people's minds became active.

"You bastard, talk nonsense." Jinxia came back from the dining room, and heard two women at the corner of the corridor chewing their tongues, speaking extremely harshly, her face turned blue with anger, and she broke out on the spot.

Although the women talked about it in private, they were caught by Jinxia on the spot, and they didn't dare to refute, so they lowered their heads embarrassingly.

After Jinxia walked away, she dared to whisper, "What kind of prestige is she playing? It's not certain whether her master can fly up to the branches."

Jinxia went back angrily, and when she entered the room, she tried to control her again and again, so she managed not to show it in front of Yao Tong.

"Ma'am, you've been writing all morning, take a break and have lunch."

Yao Tong just finished writing, put down the pen, rubbed his wrist, raised his eyes and smiled: "In the blink of an eye, it's been a whole morning, and I didn't feel it."

When she moved, the gemstone chain on her forehead swayed like flowing water, it was so beautiful that it was hard to describe.

Jinxia's eyes turned sore, she hurriedly lowered her head, the scar still appeared on Madam's forehead.

"Why are your eyes red?"

Yao Tong washed his hands, put away the meals in the lunch box one by one, and asked Jinxia to serve a few dishes to eat below, noticing that the corners of her eyes were red, she asked.

"No, it's not spring yet? Daming Mansion is windy and sandy in spring, it's blinding the wind." Jinxia wiped her eyes with a handkerchief as she spoke, signaling that she wasn't lying.

"Winter is already over in a blink of an eye." Yao Tong was a little lost in thought, fiddling with the food on the plate casually with his chopsticks, and didn't have much appetite.

As He Zhenghan went on the expedition longer, she became less and less present in the mansion.

Concubine Ji fell ill after the New Year. The doctor said that the weather was too cold. She was getting old and couldn't stand it.King Ji was a dutiful son, after persuasion and persuasion, he finally persuaded the concubine to go to the hot spring village for the winter.

As soon as the concubine left, Yao Tong breathed a sigh of relief, after all, anyone who tenses up every day will also be tired.

Concubine Ji has always been indifferent to her, once the concubine leaves, she will not take care of her all day, so she will be left here.Although the cost of food and clothing remains the same, the servants of Prince Ji's Mansion all have sharp eyes, and they all know that she is about to lose power, and they become slack in speaking and doing things.

"The slave girl heard that the son of the world has won another battle. I think it won't be long before I come back triumphantly."

Yao Tong frowned slightly when he thought of the news from Aunt Shi's letter. The sheep in Bayegubu had a disease and many died.If the disease spreads on a large scale, the entire grassland will be unavoidable. Sheep are the lifeblood of Beidi, and this war should not last long.

What she was worried about was whether the disease would spread to humans?

"The last general is incompetent, let Tuli escape."

He Zhenghan looked at the bones on the ground, his thick black brows were deeply frowned, he closed his eyes, suppressing his murderous intent.Tuli's iron cavalry trampled this prosperous and magnificent land into a mess, but withdrew safely, this hatred is hard to get rid of.

"Tuli is not a mediocre person. If you try your best to break through, you can't stop him. Get up."

This battlefield, which lasted for a whole winter, ended with Tuli fleeing in a hurry.However, He Zhenghan didn't feel much joy in his heart, and Tuli's life was not spared, which made him feel unspeakably flustered.

"My lord, Lord Huo, the governor of Hedong Road, hosted a banquet to celebrate the victory. Please honor me."

He Zhenghan didn't have much interest, he just wanted to go back to Daming Mansion as soon as possible, to meet the person he missed for many days.

"Master, Mr. Huo is here in person."

I don't think, Huo Xun is so persistent. After all, he is the Jiedu envoy of Hedong Dao. He Zhenghan can't give him any face, so he has to suppress his thoughts and go to see him first.

Although Huo Xun was incapable of fighting, he was well-versed in appearance, good at dancing with long sleeves, and resorted to various methods, forcing He Zhenghan to stay for several days.

When the entertainment with the officials of Hedong Road was finally over, just as He Zhenghan was about to leave, people from the Lindu Imperial Palace also arrived.

(End of this chapter)