Houfu Key Class

Zong Zhao was stunned.

Not only because Zong Yan finally called out "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 that Zong Yan was covered in blood and told him that it hurt so much. He thought it was his fantasy, a false fantasy created by dreams.

But now, he heard it clearly.

He saw it.

It was Zong Yan crying to him, and this was not even the first time.

And 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 he didn't know, Zong Yan had asked for help so painfully.

But he didn't know anything, and didn't hear anything.

Zong Zhao's heart was about to break.

He held back his tears and comforted him, "Brother is here, brother is here, don't be afraid, no matter how powerful the poison is, brother will find a way to help you get rid of it."

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

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

Zong Zhao said nothing, letting him bite, "Bite, if it can relieve a little pain, you can bite me any way you want."

Zong Zhao's voice was always cold, even if he said such tender words, it was still cold, evoking all people's memories.

Zong Yan's tears fell, not only did he open his mouth to loosen his wrist, but he also rubbed his face upwards, trembling and collapsed and said, "Brother, go away, go away, I don't want you to see me so ugly."

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

Zong Yan closed his eyes and turned his face away, not wanting to listen anymore.

Zong Zhao didn't continue to quarrel 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 whatever he wanted.

The room was well-equipped with everything. After cleaning, Zong Zhao applied medicine and bandaged him. The elder brother was always very focused when doing things. Even if his arm was still bleeding, he was always thinking about his younger brother.

Zong Yan glanced at his brother's wrist that was still bleeding. He wanted to care about his brother who was silent, so he shrank back 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 over? What is that thing, toxin? You used to be in pain like this, so 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 his disgust for himself became even greater.

Seeing that he ignored him, Zong Zhao sighed and began to bandage his wound. After cleaning up, he lay back next to his brother and turned off the light beside the bed, "Go to sleep."

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

He sat for a while before grabbing the quilt and lying down, but he shrunk into the corner of the bed, not wanting to have any physical contact with anyone.

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

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

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

Zong Yan was still a little confused when he opened his eyes. When he saw who was in front of him, his pupils gradually dilated, and then he suddenly bumped back, and the iron chain on his feet made a clanging sound.

Zong Zhao was startled, but when he heard the sound was not loud, he changed to teasing, "Are you practicing iron head skills early in the morning? But it shouldn't be the back of the head, right?"

The brother learned to make jokes.

But he couldn't laugh, just lowered his eyebrows 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 alone?"

Zong Yan didn't answer him, but he didn't loosen his hand on his clothes.

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay."

The servants retreated.

Zong Zhao brought the food to the bed one by one, and shared with Zong Yan in a good mood, "In another month, you will be an uncle, and I will let you play with them 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 thought of the past.

When he was a child, he was always proud that he was a twin, that he had a brother just like him, and that he was completely different from other brothers. Only they were conceived together, and that kind of emotion was very different from that of ordinary brothers.

But now, his brother also has his children.

Twins.

Just like them in the past.

Zong Yan's eyes were sore, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy for his brother or envious of his nephews.

Zong Zhao selected the dishes for him and handed them to him, "Do you need me to feed you?"

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

It was very embarrassing.

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

The old marquis was a little embarrassed that his father was not as good as his brother, but Zong Yan was in need of someone the most, so he didn't dare to lose his temper in front of Zong Yan.

Zong Zhao sent someone to the palace to say that memorials would be sent to his home in the future. He put a desk where Zong Yan could see it and stayed in the house with him all day.

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

They lived in the same house, and even the yard was next door, but he couldn't leave, so he had to write letters instead, writing one to her every day.

Since that day, Zong Yan's pain never came back, but he was very autistic and still didn't like to speak. The only thing he could say was "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 when Xu Wan was about to give birth, he told Zong Yan that he was going out for a day because he had to take care of his wife's delivery. Zong Yan didn't react much, so Zong Zhao asked the old marquis to come and watch, and call him if there was anything.

The palace, the imperial 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 little emperor has gradually become calm, coming and going every day, and being the emperor is getting more and more handy. Until this day, he was not allowed to leave the palace, and Jin Cheng's defense was directly broken.

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