Zhao Linger sighed and said, "He won't starve to death, but I have to admit that our trip to Jinyang to save our son was a complete failure."
"There is no perfect plan, and let alone an escape plan in case the plan succeeds."
"Now that I think about it, it's a good thing our son was not rescued. Otherwise, he was only two years old and I'm afraid he would not be able to accompany us back to Longcheng alive."
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Zhao Linger in surprise: "You mean, this is actually a good thing?"
Zhao Linger said: "That's right, everything has its pros and cons. It's so cold outside. If our son had been rescued by now, I'm afraid he would have been frozen to death last night."
Zhou Zhiruo also sighed helplessly: "Maybe you are right, but now that things have come to this, how are we going to go back?"
"It's better to hope for pie to fall from the sky than to hope for herdsmen to be robbed on the grassland."
"Besides, I'm almost starving to death."
Zhao Linger sighed and said, "Stop talking so much nonsense, let's go. With our cultivation level, it's impossible for us to die here."
…
Time passed by little by little, and in the blink of an eye, another day had passed.
Although Zhang Wuji accepted Yang Buhui last night, his worries about Zhao Linger and Zhou Zhiruo showed no signs of easing.
After all, Zhang Wuji is not the kind of person who gets bored easily.
What he is most worried about now is no longer whether Zhao Linger and the others can rescue his son, but whether the two of them might fall into Zhao Min's hands.
If these two really fell into Zhao Min's hands, Zhang Wuji's dream of traveling around the world and building a great empire would probably be completely wiped out.
…
With a sad look on his face, Zhang Wuji walked back home alone in endless loneliness.
But the moment he walked into the mansion, a warm feeling arose in his heart.
Because at this moment, Yang Buhui and Wei Xiangjun were still standing at the door, waiting for him.
Zhang Wuji quickly said, "What are you doing? I know the way home. It's so cold, why don't you stay in the room?"
Wei Xiangjun did not say anything, but Yang Buhui said: "Your Majesty, it is our duty as sisters to wait for you here. Even if your elder sisters were here, they would definitely do the same."
"Dinner is ready. Since your sisters are not here, let us sisters have dinner with you."
Zhang Wuji would definitely not refuse such a proposal.
But his next move was beyond Yang Buhui's expectations.
In the face of Yang Buhui's slightly surprised eyes, Zhang Wuji grabbed her hand.
Yang Buhui seemed a little panicked by this infinitely ambiguous behavior, and she instinctively pulled her hand back.
But Zhang Wuji's hand held tighter.
Zhang Wuji said softly: "Sister Buhui, I seemed a little rude to you last night. I hope you are not angry."
Yang Buhui quickly said: "How could that be? No, I would be happy if you treated me like that."
Wei Xiangjun, who was watching from the side, felt a sour taste in his heart for some unknown reason.
Perhaps it was not until this moment that Wei Xiangjun felt some regret. Since some things have been set in stone, why not try that feeling as soon as possible, pass that level sooner, and then stop thinking about those messy things.
Zhang Wuji took Yang Buhui's hand and came to the dinner table she had already prepared.
Today's dinner is still simple, just like yesterday, with only six simple dishes.
However, there was much less wine and drinks on the table than yesterday.
Yang Buhui had originally intended to get Zhang Wuji drunk with the jar of wine yesterday and then climb onto his bed, but she didn't expect that Zhang Wuji, under the influence of the wine, almost took Yang Buhui's life last night.
If she hadn't practiced martial arts since she was a child and had a good foundation, she probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed now.
Yang Buhui picked up the small pot of wine on the table and carefully filled a glass for Zhang Wuji: "Your Majesty, you should drink less today."
Although Yang Buhui said this naturally, a hint of red appeared on her beautiful cheeks.
Zhang Wuji was not a fool, so he could understand the meaning of Yang Buhui's words.
After Zhang Wuji drank the wine in the glass, he said in a slightly ashamed tone: "Sister Buhui, I was a little rude yesterday, but it's not my fault. How can I guess what you girls are thinking? I just thought you just wanted me to drink more."
Wei Xiangjun, who was standing by, couldn't stand it any longer.
She was young, and even though some things were already set in stone, she still said in an unromantic way at this ambiguous moment: "You two are almost there."
"You two are being so ambiguous in front of me, I can hardly sit still."
"If you don't behave yourself, I'll leave."
Yang Buhui smiled and said, "Girl, it's just a love between a man and a woman, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You will have to experience these things sooner or later, so there's nothing wrong with adapting to it in advance."
Wei Xiangjun pouted and said, "Even if it has to happen sooner or later, I don't want to see you showing off your affection in front of me now."
Naturally, Zhang Wuji couldn't say anything about Wei Xiangjun's lack of understanding of romance.
Firstly, after all, the girl is too young, and some things may have to wait two years before we can talk about them. Secondly, there is also the matter of his father.
No matter what, Wei Yixiao is still a capable general under his command. If Zhang Wuji doesn't treat this girl well, it might create a rift between himself and his generals.
Therefore, Zhang Wuji could only laugh it off.
However, Wei Xiangjun had no intention of letting Zhang Wuji go at this moment.
She said to Zhang Wuji: "Your Majesty, we have taken over Longcheng for several days. What are you going to do next? When are we going to fight Zhao Min?"
Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Girl, you can't be anxious about the war."
"The current situation is too chaotic. It is not the time to have a decisive battle with Zhao Min in the short term. She still has at least hundreds of thousands of troops in Jinyang, but I only have less than 60,000 soldiers available."
"Zhao Min's military strength is more than twice that of mine. Therefore, if a decisive battle is fought in a short period of time, I will definitely be the one who suffers. If I start a war blindly, I am afraid my end will not be very good."
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