Chapter 496: Long-distance Relationship at Home

Zong Zhao stood there in a daze.

It was not only because Zong Yan finally called him "Brother", nor because he finally confirmed that Zong Yan had not lost his memory, but because this scene and this voice had appeared in his dreams countless times.

Ever since they parted on the cliff, he always dreamed of Zong Yan covered in blood and telling him that it hurt so much. He thought it was his own imagination, a false fantasy created by a dream.

But now, he heard it clearly.

He saw it.

It was Zong Yan who was crying to him, and this wasn't even the first time.

He had lived two lives, but he had never doubted that Zong Yan was still alive, and he had never looked for Zong Yan. In the days that he didn't know, Zong Yan had asked for help in such pain.

But he knew nothing and heard nothing.

Zong Zhao's heart was broken.

He tried hard to hold back his tears and soothed her, "Brother is here, brother is here, don't be afraid, no matter how strong the poison is, brother will find a way to help you get rid of it."

Zong Yan groaned in pain, his body shaking uncontrollably. He really couldn't help it, so he tilted his head and bit Zong Zhao's wrist.

The teeth pierced the flesh and blood flowed down the wrist.

Zong Zhao said nothing and let him bite me: "Go ahead, if it can alleviate the pain, you can bite me any way you want."

Zong Zhao's voice was always cold. Even when he said such tender words, his tone was still cold, bringing back all people's memories.

Zong Yan's tears fell, and he not only opened his mouth to loosen his wrist, but also rubbed his face upwards, trembling and saying in a collapsed voice: "Brother, please go, please go, I don't want you to see me in such an ugly state."

Zong Zhao comforted him anxiously, "You're not ugly, not at all. No matter what you become, you are still our beloved Zong Yan. You don't know how happy everyone is to know that you are still alive. Not only your parents, you also..."

Zong Yan closed his eyes, turned away, and didn't want to listen anymore.

Zong Zhao didn't continue to argue with him, but grabbed the towel beside the bed and wiped the blood off his face and hands.

Zong Yan didn't move, letting him do what he wanted.

The room was fully equipped with everything. After wiping it clean, Zong Zhao applied medicine and bandaged him. The elder brother was always very focused when doing things. Even though his arm was still bleeding, he was always thinking about his younger brother.

Zong Yan glanced at his brother's wrist which was still bleeding. He wanted to show concern but had no desire to speak. He shrank his body and moved a little further away from his brother.

Zong Zhao noticed that he had calmed down, so he asked, "Is the pain in your body gone? What was that, a toxin? You used to have this kind of pain often, so why do you have so many small scars on your body?"

Zong Yan didn't want to answer.

Especially when he heard his brother say that he had many small scars on his body, Zong Yan shrank back again and felt even more disgusted with himself.

Seeing that he ignored him, Zong Zhao sighed and began to bandage his wounds. After he was done, he lay back down next to his brother and turned off the bedside light: "Go to sleep."

Zong Yan sat in the corner without moving, his whole body curled up. The darkness made him feel more relaxed, especially with his brother sleeping next to him.

He sat for a while before grabbing the quilt and lying down, curling his body into the corner of the bed. He didn't want to have any physical contact with anyone, but he didn't reject Zong Zhao's staying.

In the darkness, Zong Zhao's mouth corners slightly raised.

They slept very soundly that night. Zong Yan slept until very late. Zong Zhao actually woke up very early, but he was afraid that the noise of getting up would disturb his brother, so he stayed up with him for a while longer.

"Good morning, Zong Yan." Zong Zhao was trying hard to be someone to chat with.

When Zong Yan opened his eyes, he was still a little dazed. When he saw clearly who was in front of him, his pupils gradually dilated, and then he suddenly rushed backwards, and the iron chains on his feet made a clinking sound.

Zong Zhao was startled, but when he heard the noise was not loud, he changed his tone to teasing, "Did you get up early to practice Iron Head Kung Fu? But it shouldn't be the back of the head, right?"

My brother has learned to joke.

But he couldn't laugh. He just lowered his brows and said nothing.

Zong Zhao said to him, "Wait, I'll get you something to eat."

He stood up to leave, but Zong Yan grabbed the corner of his clothes, with reluctance and dependence in his deer-like eyes.

Zong Zhao paused and asked, "Don't you want to be here by yourself?"

Zong Yan didn't reply to him, but he didn't loosen his hand holding his clothes.

Zong Zhao understood: "Okay, I'll ask someone to bring it in."

The servants waiting outside brought in plates of breakfast and some things for them to wash, then put them down and left.

Zong Zhao asked Shunzi, "Has the imperial physician come to your house today to check your pulse?"

He was still worried about the shock Xu Wan had suffered last night.

Shunzi replied, "I have been here. The imperial physician said that the madam's pregnancy is stable and there is nothing to worry about. General, you can rest assured to take care of the second young master. The madam told you not to worry about her."

"good."

The servants withdrew.

Zong Zhao brought the meals to the bedside one by one and shared with Zong Yan in a good mood: "In another month, you will be an uncle, and you will have to take them out to play in the future."

them?

Zong Yan didn't quite understand and looked at him in confusion.

Zong Zhao told him: "Twins, just like us."

Zong Yan paused and recalled what happened in the past.

When he was little, he was always proud that he was a twin. He had a brother who was exactly like him and completely different from other people's brothers. They were the only ones who were conceived together, and the feeling they had was very different from that of ordinary brothers.

But now, my brother also has his children.

twins.

Like they once were.

Zong Yan's eyes were filled with sadness, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy for his brother or jealous of his nephews.

Zong Zhao selected the food for him and handed it to him: "Do you need me to feed you?"

Zong Yan took it, obviously not wanting to be fed by his brother.

So embarrassing.

Zong Zhao stayed here with Zong Yan until the old marquis wanted to come and take over the shift at night. Zong Yan was very disgusted with him and the old marquis got angry and left.

The old marquis felt a little embarrassed that his own father could not compare to his own brother, but Zong Yan was in need of help at that time, so he did not dare to lose his temper in front of Zong Yan.

Zong Zhao sent someone into the palace to tell him that from now on all memorials should be sent to his home. He placed a desk where Zong Yan could see it and stayed with him in the room all day.

As for Xu Wan, the two began a long-distance relationship.

They lived in the same family and even had their yards next door, but he couldn't leave, so he had to write letters to her instead, one every day.

Since that day, Zong Yan never felt the pain again, but he was very withdrawn and still didn't like to talk. The only words he could say were "let me go."

Of course Zong Zhao couldn't let him go.

He took care of his brother here for a month.

Until the day Xu Wan gave birth, he told Zong Yan that he was going out for a day because he had to take care of his wife while she gave birth. Zong Yan didn't react. Zong Zhao asked the old marquis to look after her and call him if there was anything.

Imperial Palace, Yu's study.

The little devil was howling: "I want to leave the palace, I want to go home, my mother is about to give birth, I want to protect her!!"

The twelve-year-old emperor had gradually become calm and composed, coming and going every day, becoming more and more adept at being the emperor, until the day he was not allowed to leave the palace, and Jin Cheng's defenses were completely broken.