Afterwards, Zhao Zhen accompanied Zhao Jun all the way from the Yanfu Palace Road to the Xihua Gate.

The two men walked side by side, with Wang Shouzhong following far behind.

"My eldest grandson."

"Um?"

"You've lost weight and your hair has turned gray."

"You too, bro."

Zhao Jun sighed, "I didn't expect that after I left, you've changed so much, worrying about the country and the people, you've become haggard."

Zhao Zhen felt even more guilty and said with a wry smile, "It's all for the people of the Song Dynasty."

"I like to hear that."

Zhao Jun also smiled and said, "Only when the people are well can the country be stable, and only when the country is stable can it become strong."

"Even you, my eldest grandson, have to take care of your health."

Zhao Zhen said with concern: "If you overwork yourself and something happens to your body, it will be a loss for the Song Dynasty."

Zhao Jun was still very touched by Zhao Zhen's concern.

Because he could feel that Zhao Zhen really wanted him to be healthy.

During the inspection, Zhao Zhen wrote many letters, hoping that he would come back soon and not work too hard outside.

It can be foreseen that, at least in terms of trust, Zhao Zhen still fully believes in him.

This made Zhao Jun very satisfied. The previous multiple CPUs were not without effect.

More importantly, this trust will lead to a good cooperative relationship between them.

Who knows, it might become a story that will be passed down through the ages, just like Liu Chan's trust in Zhuge Liang.

So when Zhao Jun heard what Zhao Zhen said, he smiled and said, "Brother, you too, health is the capital of revolution. If we, the grandfather and grandson, want to make the Song Dynasty develop and become strong, we still need to be in good health."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Zhao Zhen chuckled again.

As the two walked, they were already near Xihua Gate.

Zhao Jun said goodbye to Zhao Zhen and said, "Brother, I'm going to go back and rest for a while today and sort out my things. It would be better if you could send the computer to me tonight so that I can sort it out and you can read it more comfortably."

He was so busy reminiscing about the past that he forgot to bring his notebook back first. He planned to enter the reform measures he had prepared along the way into the computer.

Anyway, Zhao Zhen can use a computer now, so it will be more convenient than writing by hand.

What Zhao Jun didn't expect was that when Zhao Zhen mentioned the computer, he hesitated and said, "Computer. Do you need a computer?"

"Of course it's better to use a computer."

Zhao Jun looked at him suspiciously: "You didn't break the notebook, did you?"

“No, no.”

Zhao Zhen quickly denied it, and after hesitating for a moment, his face showed struggle and hesitation.

Seeing his reaction, Zhao Jun became even more suspicious and couldn't help but say, "Brother, you didn't really break the computer, did you? If this thing breaks, it will be a big disaster. I can't fix it."

"It's really not broken. I use it very carefully and never play with it."

Zhao Zhen struggled for a moment, but finally seemed to have made up his mind. After glancing around, he approached Zhao Jun and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Grandson, I actually have a question for you."

"What's the problem?"

Zhao Jun was confused.

"What are black silk stockings?"

Zhao Zhen gestured for a moment, revealing an intoxicated expression as he said, "How could it be so captivating when worn on a woman's legs?"

As soon as the words fell.

Zhao Jun's expression froze.

Then his pupils shrank and his eyes widened.

Then his face quickly became hot and red like a kettle.

It seemed as if hot steam was coming out of his ears and nostrils!

Oh no, Zhao Zhen discovered my little secret!

My character has collapsed.

(End of this chapter)