The mighty army marched westward and eventually disappeared on the distant horizon.
Zhao Jun saw off the army, but he did not leave. Instead, he stood in the pavilion and watched them leave silently.
He did not leave until the 20,000 soldiers were gone.
Looking at their receding backs, Zhao Jun felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.
These are real people.
It is not the number of soldiers recorded in history books, nor is it the NPC formed by data in the game.
Rather, they are flesh and blood beings with names, parents, wives and children.
Some of them may stay in the northwestern land forever, fight for their country, and eventually be buried in a foreign land.
They are defending their country and fighting the enemy with their lives.
They should be respected.
Instead of being insulted as a thief when you meet him.
At four quarters in the morning, around eight o'clock, the carriages returned to the palace.
Everyone went to Chongde Hall. Zhao Zhen didn't even sit in the warm study, but stood outside the Chongde Hall and waited, looking towards the Yingyang Gate in the west from time to time.
Seeing Zhao Jun and the others finally return, he hurried over to greet them and asked, "Why are you back now? Have they left?"
"Leave."
Zhao Jun replied, "When they left, we stood there and watched them go."
"Watch them leave?"
Zhao Zhen was confused and asked, "What's so good about this?"
Zhao Jun shook his head and said, "I just feel that the troops are somewhat tragic. In fact, many soldiers don't know they are going to fight. They think it is just a normal rotation. Some will stay in the northwest forever, never to return. Many parents will lose their sons, wives will lose their husbands, and children will lose their fathers."
Zhao Zhen was silent for a moment.
He was anxiously waiting for everyone to come back. In fact, he was not wanting to know the news of Fan Zhongyan and others' departure, but was worried about whether the war in the northwest would go smoothly.
The emperors of the Song Dynasty were always like this. Even if they had made up their minds, they would still hesitate and look back.
After a moment of silence, Lu Yijian broke the silence and said, "It's cold outside, let's go in first."
As he said this, he pretended to cough twice.
"Come in."
Zhao Zhen said.
Everyone walked into the house, which was warm like spring.
Everyone took their seats.
The atmosphere in the room was very depressing.
Zhao Jun had a stern face, which made everyone including Zhao Zhen feel a little at a loss.
They looked at each other, and no one spoke.
In fact, Zhao Jun has been in a depressed and solemn mood since the end of the year.
His personality is actually typical of young people who love to joke and are quite eccentric, otherwise he wouldn't have told so many Song Dynasty jokes to liven up the atmosphere when he was blind.
But after his eyesight recovered, he could use all kinds of verbal threats against Zhao Zhen and Lu Yijian, and he could also lose his temper and mock them at any time.
However, after seeing Wuyou Cave and Guifan Tower, and personally sending off a group of soldiers who were about to go to the battlefield to die, he gradually calmed down.
Many times, people change after going through a series of things.
At least Zhao Jun has lost his family and friends who he cared about in another world, and now he has an additional responsibility on his shoulders.
He could feel that his every move was affecting the people of Bianliang and the soldiers in the northwest. Their lives, their lives, and their entire lives.
In the future, the people's livelihood and the safety of the country and society of even the entire Song Dynasty may be borne on his shoulders, so much so that sometimes, this burden makes Zhao Jun breathless.
So he has really changed a lot now. He is no longer as cheerful as before. Instead, he is very serious, which makes people feel a sense of awe.
Zhao Zhen is now a little in awe of him.
Seeing Zhao Jun's stern face and silence, Zhao Zhen hesitated for a moment before cautiously probing, "Grandson, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm just not in a good mood."
Zhao Jun said this, and then he felt that his mental state was very bad. He leaned back on the armchair, rubbed his forehead and said, "Maybe it's too much pressure."
Before his eyesight healed, he had mentioned terms like financial pressure, food pressure, and pressure to go to sea, and he had even explained them briefly, so everyone understood the meaning of the word pressure.
Upon learning that he had a psychological problem, Yan Shu said, "Maybe he's been too tired these days. Why don't you take a break first before discussing state affairs?"
"fine."
Zhao Jun shook his head and said, "I'm just in a bad mood."
"Can you tell me about it?"
Zhao Zhen said softly in his mellow voice, "Those present are not outsiders, and perhaps they can help Grandson resolve his problems."
"Actually, there's not much to say. First, I miss home, and second, the mess that is the Song Dynasty."
Zhao Jun smiled wryly and said, "Governing a country is such a tiring job, especially when it's such a mess from top to bottom. Sometimes I think it's better to just tear it down and rebuild it. Or just let it go and not give up. It's none of my business."
Everyone's faces became embarrassed.
My Song Dynasty is in such a mess, it’s really hard for you.
However, facing Zhao Jun's hurtful words, Zhao Zhen became much more open-minded.
After all, he is a person who is good at swallowing his anger. He used to be scolded every day, and he was scolded by pointing at his nose, so his psychological endurance has become much stronger.
So he wasn't unhappy, but was concerned about Zhao Jun's mental state. He comforted him, "If you feel tired, grandson, you might as well speak out your heart. You will feel better."
"oh?"
Zhao Jun became interested and asked, "Really?"
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