Chapter 510 I'm Not Afraid of Infection

Luo Ji's mouth corners slightly raised.

This was probably the first time he had heard such words in his life.

Apart from the halo of the Luo family, he is still himself.

Luo Ji bowed his hands in thanks and said, "I will definitely live up to the emperor's trust."

Chu Jincheng smiled at him and said, "Go get it done quickly. The sooner you send it over, the sooner we can win the battle. I'll be waiting for your triumphant return, cousin!"

"good."

Luo Ji left with the imperial edict and drawings.

The little devil looked at his back and thought: This method can only confuse the Luo family faction and outsiders, but Luo Jingfeng himself may not admit it.

Uncle... maybe I'll have to settle the score with him when I get back.

Chu Jincheng frowned and thought: How should I explain this to Luo Jingfeng then...

general's office.

Zong Wenxiu told his father the latest news about the blueprints. Zong Yan said without even raising his head, "Actually, it doesn't matter if Luo Jingfeng sees it. I can design a new one."

Zong Wenxiu: "Hey... Dad, it's easy for you to say that. The emperor really values ​​this chariot and even gave it a particularly resounding name."

"What's your name?" Zong Yan raised his head.

Zong Wenxiu smiled: "Invincible chariot."

Although it was as straightforward as usual, it sounded much better than their class training, and he was very satisfied.

Zong Yan: “…”

The emperor is indeed a madman.

Zong Wenxiu was helping him as usual, making new hidden weapons for his father. After he was done for a while, he heard Zong Yan ask, "Did your family turn down all the banquet invitations?"

Zong Wenxiu sighed and said, "No, my uncle and aunt often go out to participate, and my grandparents occasionally go too. Dad, do you want to go and have some fun? I can take you there too."

Zong Yan's eyebrows moved, and he asked, "Don't you go there often? Why?"

Could it be that because he was not here, the people from the second house were not invited...

Zong Wenxiu said: "My brothers and I were busy with our studies, so my aunt helped us to turn down all the banquets. Later, I was busy with my official duties and had no time to go. My mother would go with my aunt sometimes, but she has been ill recently and has been recuperating in her room."

"Your mother is sick?" Zong Yan grasped the key point, "Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"

No wonder she didn't come to see him, it turned out she couldn't come.

It's not because I don't want to see him...

Zong Wenxiu was stunned for a moment and said, "Dad didn't want to see anyone else at that time, so I didn't dare to mention it. Later, I still didn't dare to mention it because Mom was worried that you wouldn't be able to accept us."

"Why do you have such an idea?" Zong Yan's heart tightened and felt it was absurd.

Zong Wenxiu lowered his eyes, feeling a little depressed: "Mom said that you were just in a fleeting relationship, and it was probably not very happy. You may accept me because of family affection, but she may not be the one you like. Dad, will you marry someone else in the future?"

If my mother is not the one my father likes, then he will definitely marry someone else if he finds someone he likes in the future.

Taking a concubine is no big deal. What I'm afraid of is that my father will demote my mother to a concubine. Then he and my mother will be redundant in this family.

Zong Yan listened to his son's pitiful tone and said distressedly, "Stupid, why marry someone else? Take me to see your mother."

"Ah? Oh, okay, right away!" Zong Wenxiu quickly helped him pack his things.

Zong Yan pulled him and said, "Let's go, forget about them."

Zong Wenxiu asked anxiously, "But Dad, don't you attach great importance to the manufacture of these hidden weapons?"

Zong Yan asked back: "What disease did your mother have? How long has she been ill?"

Zong Wenxiu couldn't follow his train of thought and replied blankly, "It was just a cold at first, then it turned into a cough. It hasn't gotten better in half a month. The court doctor said it was a root cause of the disease from the past in the slums, and I have to slowly recover."

The two of them talked as they walked, heading towards his old yard.

She used to live very close to him.

When they were almost there, Zong Wenxiu reminded him, "Dad, the court doctor said that Mom's cough might be contagious, so we are not recommended to stay with her for too long recently. You..."

"You go ahead and do your work. I know the way back." Zong Yan left a message and went into the house.

Zong Wenxiu stood there shaking his head.

But he still left obediently.

Dad took the initiative to visit Mom, which was a good sign. If Dad liked Mom, then their family could live together happily. Zong Wenxiu didn't dare to imagine how happy he would be at that time.

The room was dark and there were bursts of coughing.

Zong Yan found a window far away from the bedroom, opened it and let in fresh air.

Yan Suxue heard the noise and thought it was the maid who did it, so she said, "Jing'er, don't open the window."

Zong Yan walked in and replied, "Open the window occasionally to ventilate, it will heal faster."

Yan Suxue was sitting on the bed coughing. She looked up and saw the person coming. Her eyes gradually widened: "Zong Yan..."

She remembered him.

She had met him on the day Zong Yan just returned home.

He looks the same as I remember, but much calmer than when he was a teenager.

Zong Yan sat beside the bed and said with a complicated expression: "No one told me that you were sick."

A cough came up, Yan Suxue picked up a handkerchief to block it, suppressed her throat and coughed twice, then replied: "They are also concerned about your health. It is inconvenient for me to see guests now, otherwise it will infect you."

Zong Yan said: "It's okay, I'm in good health."

Yan Suxue was stunned for a moment before she realized that Zong Yan's attitude towards her was not negative, and he even cared about her a little. Zong Yan...

She asked, "Do you...remember me?"

Zong Yan nodded: "Remember, I always dream about you." After he said that, his cheeks slowly turned red, and he felt a little embarrassed.

The longest time they had been together was during their fleeting romance, so naturally they dreamed of that kind of scene.

Yan Suxue's face gradually turned red, and she couldn't help wanting to cough again. She blushed and asked again, "Do you want to go out? I'm really afraid of infecting you."

"I'm not afraid of infection." Zong Yan picked up a piece of ginger from the bedside and handed it to her, saying, "Will this smell good?"

Yan Suxue shook her head: "Generally, it can only reduce the coughing a little."

Zong Yan was silent for a while before he said, "I'm sorry."

Yan Suxue's heart skipped a beat: "What are you sorry for?"

Is it because someone with a crush on you wants to welcome her into the house, so do you have to say sorry to her?

She was so nervous that she kept scratching her hands.

He even wondered: If she really had to give someone else space, would Wen Xiu be able to keep his position? He had finally become the legitimate son, and if he was beaten back to being a bastard, he would definitely be very sad.

Zong Yan lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry for what I did to you back then. You suffered so much contempt and endured so much hardship in a place like the slum. I'm ashamed. I don't know why I did that. I'm not that kind of person normally..."

Yan Suxue heaved a sigh of relief. She explained, "You didn't do it voluntarily. I know. I know everything. We must have smelled the incense at that time, which is why...that's why we acted like that."