After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

He seemed to be dreaming.

I dreamed that he was alone in the lonely wilderness, walking non-stop, non-stop, unable to find the direction and boundary, even if he was tired and could no longer move his legs, he still insisted on stumbling.

He didn't even know why he was leaving, he only knew that he had to go forward. There was someone waiting for him there, and he had to pick him up...

After an unknown amount of time, he was probably really tired and could no longer take a step, and he fell into the dim wilderness.

The sky in the dream is always gray, there is no bright and blue, the color of the grass is dry, not even the whiteness that he hates the most.

He suddenly thought depressedly, this should be his life, boring, boring, heavy, no colorful, no spring breeze, let alone, that person's company.

Everything is a dream, a short and beautiful dream...

He began to give up on himself and just lay numbly.

The surroundings were getting darker and darker, and even the gray was about to be swallowed up. He slowly closed his eyes and thought, that's it, that's it, he's tired and can't walk...

"Shen Juncheng..."

Suddenly, there was a soft sigh mixed in the wind, and it reached his ears.

Shen Juncheng opened his eyes suddenly, sat up, and caught the owner of the voice everywhere.

However, I couldn't see anything, I only heard her calling out, "Shen Juncheng, Shen Juncheng..."

In an instant, he remembered her call on the night of his parting.

Playful, cute, charming, or broken...

He seemed to have hallucinations, and his eyes were suddenly pale, then pitch black, suddenly colorful, and suddenly the earth was empty...

Repeatedly, in the end, it all broke down in her eloquent and beautiful "Shen Juncheng".

He closed his eyes, was silent for a long time, and finally called out the name he didn't dare to touch.

"An An..."

When I woke up, the scene in front of me was blurry and bizarre.

He couldn't see the face of the person, and only heard a voice of eager concern.

"Cheng'er, Cheng'er, you woke up, how are you feeling?"

"Brother Jun Cheng, Brother Jun Cheng, have you seen me?"

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, you finally woke up. You've been sleeping for five days. It's great!"

There was the voice of Wang Fei's grandmother, Yanfang's voice, Maoming's voice, Wang's uncle and Wang's aunt's, and the noise made him frown slightly, until Aunt Xiao came and pushed everyone away and took the pulse for him. Quiet for a while.

Aunt Xiao took the pulse carefully, and couldn't hide her excitement, "It's alright, it's alright, child, you're alright."

The scene in front of Shen Juncheng finally became clear. He saw many people around the bed, all looking at him worriedly.

Finally, he forced a smile, "I'm fine."

"It's okay", but Mao Ming was so excited that he almost gave him a bear hug.

The house is full of joy, and the person he misses the most is alone...

He looked at the top of the tent and suddenly asked, "Is this poison of mine cured?"

"It's resolved, it's resolved." Aunt Xiao's eyes turned red when she smiled, "You don't have to be suppressed by the golden silkworm anymore, Cheng'er."

Shen Juncheng smiled and sighed: "It's solved."

So easy to solve, but abruptly made him lose the person he loves most.

Should this Gu be said to be tenacious or fragile?

He stopped thinking about it, and began to recuperate his body in the next few days.

On the 28th of the same month, Yanfang and Maoming got married.

Shen Juncheng was invited to the banquet again. Looking at Maoming's high-spirited and red-faced appearance, he remembered the prank when Maoming gave him a hangover pill. He had planned to wait for his wedding night to prank him, but suddenly he lost interest.

No one is sharing, and it is no fun to play tricks on anyone.

He picked up the wine glass and touched the groom lightly, all the melancholy turned into a blessing, "Maoming, happy wedding..."

Du Maoming snorted and patted his brother's shoulder heavily, comforting his brother to relax or something, looking very concerned about his brother's mood.

Then he turned his head, and immediately went to another table to drink. The one who drank was so happy that he even turned around and said, "Senior brother, are you coming to draw a fist?"

Shen Juncheng: "..."

In February, the emperor got married.

Xiao Wanrong's stomach couldn't wait, and within a hundred days, Song Xingyuan had finalized everything about the marriage.

This book is also appropriate. After all, the country cannot be without its owner for a day, and the harem cannot be without its successor for a day. It must be decided. Song Xingyuan's canonization of Xiao Wanrong is also considered by many ministers as a matter of course.

After all, Xiao Wanrong's destiny is there, and it is estimated that she has become a king, and she wants to be lucky.

The marriage went very smoothly, the whole world celebrated, and the emperor granted amnesty to the world.

There was a festive atmosphere everywhere in the capital, but the atmosphere did not last long. On the third day after the emperor got married, the frontier came to report urgently, and a war broke out in Chicheng.

It was faster than expected and aggressive, but in just a few days, Zhou Qing attacked two cities in a row.

The urgent letters from 800 li came one after another, causing Song Xingyuan to frown, throwing the letter on the slip, scolding: "This Zhou Qing, shouldn't he have bought the two city lords of Jiangcheng and Mocheng in advance? already?"

Otherwise, it will be so fast, and even two will be captured.

They sent troops to reinforce in advance, and also installed their own personnel, but they were unable to withstand Zhou Qing's attack.

Shen Juncheng picked up the letter and looked at it, and said: "Zhou Qing has been planning for a long time, and he has done everything he can. Maybe he has coerced the two city lords?"

"Of course, maybe the two of them are really not good enough to defend the city, or maybe they have long been willing to do the opposite, so that Zhou Qing's attack can be so smooth."

Song Xingyuan slapped the table angrily, "I think it's the latter, those two old men, who have been pampered for these years, how can they still have a bit of the style of the past, it's strange that they can defend the city!"

The two city lords are indeed old, and the old may not have the blood of those years.

Therefore, there is always a need for young generals on the battlefield, brave and resourceful.

After Song Xingyuan vented angrily, his eyes fixed on Shen Juncheng, "Brother Shen..."

Since he became emperor, he seldom used "Brother Shen" to address Shen Juncheng, and more often used his official position or Hou Ye.

At this moment, the unexpected "Brother Shen" made Shen Juncheng raise his eyes slightly.

Song Xingyuan sighed deeply and stopped beating around the bush, "You should know what I mean, I have told you about this long ago, this trip is yours."

Needless to say about Zhou Qing's strategy, Song Xingyuan really can't think of anyone else who can compete with him except Brother Shen.

And Brother Shen was originally a general, and his father was a famous general of the township.

This trip could not have been more suitable for him.

Shen Juncheng smiled lightly, put his hands together, bowed, and said respectfully and officially: "It is the duty of a minister to be loyal to the king."

Song Xingyuan stepped down from the dragon seat and punched him in the chest. As usual, he smiled slyly, "I knew it, you would agree."

Zhou Qing also had a holiday with Brother Shen, and he knew that Brother Shen would definitely be obliged.

Tomorrow will be four years later...

Isn't it fast, hahaha