Rebirth of Glory and Splendour - Chapter 44

“Love?”

“Master Hou!”

Wei Zhao raised his head, Fu Bo turned around, and the two spoke in unison, looking at the gentleman who pushed the door and entered. He was wearing only his lining and only had a fox fur cloak wrapped around his face. It was obvious that he had arrived in a hurry, and there was an undisguised concern written on his eyebrows.

Wei Zhao quickly returned to his senses, hurried to Junqing’s side, stretched out his hand to support him, and said warmly, “Qinger, it’s cold outside, I’ll talk about it when I have something to do inside.”

Junqing remained motionless, her slightly trembling right hand tightly held Wei Zhao’s hand, and said eagerly, “Your Highness, tell me quickly, what happened to Xin’er? I just had a nightmare that he fell from the mountain. Come down, you’re covered in blood…”

As soon as these words came out, Wei Zhao’s expression froze, and he said categorically: “Dreams are all wrong, Qinger, don’t scare yourself.” After speaking, he helped Junqing into the room, walked to the table and sat down.

Wei Zhao’s face remained calm, but his heart was terrified, because Ji Xin’s personal soldiers mentioned in the letter that he was indeed hit by an arrow while climbing the cliff, and it was inevitable. Protected, did not fall down.

Seeing the sweat on Junqing’s face, Uncle Fu took a towel and wiped it for him, but he didn’t say a word, and looked at Wei Zhao from time to time, hoping that he could break the deadlock.

But it was Junqing who spoke first. He rubbed his forehead and looked up at Wei Zhao: “Your Highness, give me the letter, I want to know what happened to Xin’er?”

Wei Zhao thought about it, and seeing that Junqing’s mood was relatively stable, he handed the letter over. Since Junqing already knew about this, they kept it a secret, but it was just to make him think wildly, but it was not good for his health. It was better to talk about it and discuss the next move.

After reading the letter, Jun Qing frowned and said: “If you can start the internal exercise, the person who wants to kill Xin’er must be in the Xicheng camp. His situation is very dangerous. I have to save him back.”

Since Emperor Gaozong, the East and West battalions have a tradition of conducting exercises in the Spring and Autumn seasons. Of course, this was in an era when there was no war. Once the war started, the exercise was unnecessary. The spring exercise is in March, the autumn is September, and it is still the first month of the year. Both sides are preparing for the spring exercise, and it is not surprising that there will be two small-scale internal confrontations occasionally.

It’s just that such internal drills are usually point-to-point, and unless you miss, there will be very few casualties. And Ji Xin was plotted against, which was even more unusual. The other party was obviously prepared to kill him in one fell swoop.

“It’s not your turn to go!” Wei Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly and said nonchalantly, “Qing’er, wait at home with peace of mind, I promise to bring someone back to you. If you follow, you will let me Is it better to take care of you, or is it better to save Xin’er?”

“But…” Jun Qing was speechless and was speechless for a moment. The enemy is in the dark, they are in the light, and the matter of saving people is not as easy as Wei Zhao said. If the other party really wants to kill Ji Xin, there must be others waiting for them. How can he make Wei Zhao work for him and him? Ji Xin goes to danger.

Seeing Junqing’s scruples, Wei Zhao patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: “Qinger, if you really don’t worry, lend me your eighteen black armored horses, and I promise to return to Zhao.” Eighteen The cavalry used to be the personal soldiers of King’s Landing, claiming to have the ability to defeat a hundred with one.

Junqing naturally would not refuse, but said in a sigh: “The Marquis of Zhaoyang has already been replaced, and the same is true of the Eighteen Riders. Their current strength may not be as good as His Highness expected.” Eighteen cavalry, the combat power is not the same as before.

Wei Zhao didn’t care, he moved his fingers and chuckled, “Qing’er, our opponent is not a fine cavalry, you can rest assured that you can’t kill a chicken with an ox-slaughtering knife.” Generation, eighteen black armor is more than enough.

Seeing that Wei Zhao and Junqing had already negotiated, they were about to get up and leave. Wei Chongrong, who had been listening quietly, suddenly jumped off the bed, threw his shoes on Wei Zhao, and repeatedly warned: “Dad, you have to be careful, you must Be careful, you must not come back hurt…”

“Okay, daddy will be careful, make sure you don’t get hurt!” Wei Zhao said yes, and picked up his son who was only wearing underwear, carried him back to the bed and tucked it into the quilt, “You wait in the Hou Mansion, you are not allowed to go. Lover, you know?”

Wei Chongrong kept nodding and reminded Wei Zhao repeatedly that he should take care of himself first, if he was injured, he would be angry and ignore him for at least three days. Wei Zhao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but he still agreed to all of his son’s reasonable and unreasonable demands.

After Wei Zhao went out, Junqing asked him if he was afraid to sleep alone, and if he wanted to go to his house.

Looking at Jun Qing’s bulging belly, Wei Chongrong shook his head decisively, saying that he would not be afraid of sleeping. Although he likes to say hello to Junhua from time to time, but he is too close to Junqing, and his sense of awe is too strong, so it is better to keep a distance.

Junqing didn’t ask any further, and arranged for two servants to guard outside the door, then turned around and went back to the room. Besides, he didn’t have to go out in person, he couldn’t sleep tonight, and it was inconvenient to take Wei Chongrong back, so he was willing to stay.

Wei Zhao went to save people, but Wei Chongrong couldn’t fall asleep either. He was lying on the bed, relying on scattered information, trying to restore the truth of his previous life and analyze the results of today.

For a long time, due to too little information about Ji Xin, Wei Chongrong also ignored him, and did not think that he was an important figure who turned the overall situation, but now it seems that this may not be the case.

In Wei Chongrong’s memory, Ji Xin was the last King of Changning. Before he was born, he lost his father and became a posthumous child. He was born without his mother and was raised by his grandfather and step-grandmother. When Ji Xin was seven years old, the eldest princess of Chongqing passed away, and he was taken into the palace by Ji Wan.

Then, the records of Ji Xin in the history books are that he raised an army, failed, died, and won a title.

Ji Xin was only twenty when he died. Although this age is not too old, Jun Lin, Ji Yu, Wei Zhao and others all started to fight as lieutenants in their teens. Ji Xin was the king of Changning at the age of six. Unless it was completely unusable, Wei Suduan had no reason to leave him idle, but in the forty-eighth year of Yongjia, Wei Su sent Junqing and Lu Ming to go to Fuyu, but Ji Xin was useless. In that battle, Jun Qing was killed and Lu Ming was captured. During Wei Su’s lifetime, Dayan never launched a war in northern Xinjiang again.

At first, Wei Chongrong took it for granted that Ji Xin was not good at fighting, although this was somewhat inconsistent with his background in the rearing palace, it made no sense that Wei Su’s direction of training Ji Xin was inconsistent with his gentleness. What really made Wei Chongrong doubt this was that he saw that Huo Qingyang was completely powerless in Ji Xin’s hands. Who is Huo Qingyang? He is a future great general. With such a high level of personal combat power, Ji Xin can handle him without much effort. It cannot be explained by his two-year-old age advantage. His own strength must not be underestimated.

It is a pity that there is too little information about Ji Xin. Before today, Wei Chongrong would never have thought that before Jun Hua was born, his parents had encountered such trouble.

At this time in the previous life, he and Wei Zhao were still in Fuyu, and the letter from Xicheng Camp went directly to Junqing. Wei Chongrong had reason to believe that he personally took action and rescued Ji Xin, and Junhua was born early. Also thanks to this.

A problem that can be solved by a pregnant husband who is eight months pregnant can’t be solved by his father. When Wei Chongrong thought of this, he felt a little at ease, and gradually became a little sleepy. When he woke up, maybe Wei Zhao and Ji Xin are back.

The next day, when the sky was dawning, Wei Chongrong woke up and asked the maid who was serving him while putting on his clothes. The King Qin came back, and the answer he got was no.

Wei Chongrong frowned and wanted to go to Junqing to inquire about the news, but the answer he got was that Lord Hou hadn’t slept all night, he lay down when it was almost dawn and just fell asleep. Wei Chongrong thought that gentleness was not easy, so he didn’t bother him, and solved the breakfast without knowing it.

After breakfast, Wei Chongrong went to ask Fu Bo, and he said that there was no news to send back. Wei Chongrong was helpless, so he had to go back to the yard to practice and wait while he practiced.

After practicing a set of boxing techniques, Wei Chongrong broke out in sweat and walked to the sidelines to wipe his face and drink water, only to see Meng Junda coming, holding a clean cloth in his hand.

Wei Chongrong didn’t let Meng Junda serve him, he picked up the towel to wipe his sweat, took the cup from the maid’s hand, drank half a cup, and asked, “Meng Changshi, what did you tell me about your father? done?”

Meng Junda nodded, clasped his fists and said: “Little lord, Xiaguan is talking back and forth. Xiaguan has already received the punishment at Shaofu, and he has also given gifts and apologies to Xue Shilang’s residence, and there is that revolving lantern, Also checked the origin.”

Wei Chongrong is not interested in Meng Junda’s punishment and gifts for the Xue family. Anyway, his father will change the long history sooner or later, and the Xue family is destined to be an opponent. Curious, he asked, “What’s going on?”

Meng Junda replied: “The prince guessed right, the revolving lantern was indeed sent by someone from the Xie family, but it was not from the Duke of Song’s mansion, but the Prince of Yichun. I deliberately guessed the lantern riddle and gave the lamp to the little prince to play with.”

It turned out to be my cousin Xie Qiu, Wei Chongrong smiled clearly, and then asked: “Since it was the lantern that my cousin Xie gave me, why would the second son of the Xue family say that we stole his lantern?”

Meng Junda paused and explained: “This, this should be a misunderstanding. On the fifth floor, only the servant of Song Guogong’s mansion went downstairs and handed the note, but what he sent was written by the two sons of the Xie family. The answers to the two questions. The Xue family misunderstood without knowing it…”

“Misunderstanding?!” Wei Chongrong blinked, if Second Young Master Xue hadn’t guessed the riddle, he probably wouldn’t care about where the lantern went.

“It’s really a misunderstanding.” Meng Junda’s tone was very positive, “Xie’s note and Xue’s note were delivered at about the same time. Boss Du, thinking of the identity of the prince, sent the lamp to the fifth floor… “

Wei Chongrong was skeptical, but didn’t ask again, even if the answer from the Xue family came first, so what. In the past life, without this little episode, the Xue family still hated the East Palace, and more entanglements would not affect the overall situation.

Seeing that Wei Chongrong remained silent, Meng Junda asked, “What else is there to order from the little prince?”

Wei Chongrong waved his hand: “I have nothing to do for you, so you can go down.” He suddenly found that Meng Junda still has advantages, at least he is obedient and efficient.

Meng Junda cupped his hands and stumbled away. It seems that his trip to Shaofu suffered a little.

After Wei Chongrong finished his practice, there was still no news from Wei Zhao and Ji Xin. He couldn’t hold back and planned to go to Junqing’s courtyard again.

Junqing has woken up, but she is a little unwell, and she is still lying on the bed. Hearing that Wei Chongrong is coming, she hastened to have him lead him into the room.

Just looking at Junqing’s slightly frowning and slightly haggard expression, Wei Chongrong can guess that he must have no new news, so he stopped asking, but reached out and patted Junqing’s hand outside the quilt, comforting: “Don’t worry, Daddy and King Changning will be fine.”

Jun Qing nodded silently, Wei Chongrong felt that his hand was cold, so he took his hand and put it into the quilt. Junqing was stunned for a while, but did not resist, and went with him.

The quilt was very warm, Wei Chongrong paused for a moment, and then took his hand back, but accidentally touched Junqing’s stomach, and couldn’t help but be stunned.

It’s not that Wei Chongrong has never been in close contact with Junhua, and he has called him many times to say hello, but there has never been a time when Junhua moved so hard that he was struggling.

Wei Chongrong was stunned for a while, then raised his eyes to look at Junqing, and said: “He moves so fiercely, will it hurt?”

Jun Qing shook her head gently: “I’m fine, you can go out to play, I will notify you if there is any news.”

Wei Chongrong saw that Junqing was not very comfortable, so he didn’t insist on staying, so he nodded obediently and went out.

There has been no news of Wei Zhao. Wei Chongrong has no intention of playing. He first walked around in the yard, and then went back to the house to write big characters. If you don’t want to think about anything, time will pass faster, so as not to be so boring.

Wei Chongrong wrote until noon, and completed the tasks for the next three days. Rubbing his sore arm, he put down the pen and asked the maid with no hope, and got the expected answer.

During lunch time, Wei Chongrong didn’t see Junqing again, so he couldn’t help but be a little worried. After breakfast, he should eat lunch. Junqing is not hungry, Junhua will always be hungry.

Besides, Wei Zhao went to save Ji Xin, and Jun Qing didn’t even accompany him to eat, isn’t it a bit too much. Wei Chongrong was not dissatisfied with Junqing, but felt that although his temperament was cold, he was not an unreasonable person.

Wei Chongrong took the soup and soaked the rice, and he didn’t even care about the dishes. He finished a bowl of rice in three or two strokes, and ran to Junqing’s yard.

When I got to the door, I happened to see two maids walking around anxiously. Wei Chongrong immediately asked, “What’s the matter with the two sisters?”

The two maids blessed him, and one of them said, “Little lord, it’s like this, we brought lunch to the marquis, he said he didn’t want to eat it, so we left. We saw that he was a little uncomfortable, so we I asked the doctor if I wanted to come over, but he was kicked out.”

“Wait, I’ll go in and have a look.” The maids had to listen to Junqing’s words. Wei Chongrong, relying on his identity as a child, could be a little more willful.

After tiptoeing into the room, Wei Chongrong cautiously walked towards the bed. Junqing lay on her side, didn’t seem to hear his voice, and never responded.

Wei Chongrong walked to the head of the bed, gently lifted the curtain, and just as he was about to dig in, someone grabbed his hands tightly.

After seeing who was coming, Junqing released her hand and said unhappily, “What are you doing here? Uh…”

Wei Chongrong didn’t care about Junqing’s accusations, he only saw his painful expression and the sweat on his forehead, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

At first, Wei Chongrong thought that Junqing didn’t go out to rescue Ji Xin in person like in his previous life, so he shouldn’t give birth prematurely. At this moment, I just thought that worrying too much may also cause premature birth. To make matters worse, today is only two days away from the eighteenth day of the first lunar month.

“How are you? Does it hurt?” Wei Chongrong was alone in his last life. He had never given birth to a child, nor had he ever seen one, so he didn’t understand it at all.

Junqing still shook her head, insisting that she was fine. Wei Chongrong didn’t believe it, he turned around and ran out. He was going to find Uncle Fu and ask him to invite Mr. Duanmu over. Regardless of whether Junqing is about to give birth prematurely, it is always right to be prepared.