Wishful Things

"Grandfather, it's great to have you here." She looked up at the tall and burly old man and said.

Grandfather is a big mountain.

It was a mountain that actually stood in front of her and sheltered her from wind and rain.

It is also a mountain that sits firmly in the bottom of her heart and gives her confidence and courage.

From childhood to adulthood, in past and present lives, it has always been like this.

Duke Zhen said with a smile, "This is the opposite. It should be said by the grandfather—it is best to have Zhao Zhao at home!"

Blood and kinship are the warmest and most solid bond in this world.

When Zhao Zhao came to this world, he was under siege by the enemy, and after he escaped from danger, he believed that this child brought him good luck and dispelled the bad luck.

In addition, it was the first grandchild, and the child's mother and natal family would never say that they were kind to Xu Jiajun, so before he saw this child, he had been looking forward to it for a long time.

With such a mood, when he returned to Beijing, he went to see his granddaughter before he could take off his armor in time.

The soft doll was lying in the cradle, staring at him curiously with a pair of grape-like eyes, those eyes were black and clear, pure and innocent, cleaner than anything he had ever seen.

At that moment, he only felt that the killing and exhaustion on the battlefield were instantly taken away by those eyes.

He has fought wars for decades, and he has already felt a little numb. To him, no matter how many victories and military exploits he has accumulated, he once felt that life would probably continue like this.

But after having a granddaughter, everything started to look different.

Such a small doll, like a clear and powerful spring, poured into his life that was drying up day by day, giving him renewed energy and hope.

The little doll grew up little by little, and began to learn how to laugh, and grabbed his beard with his soft fleshy hands--before this, he had never been grabbed by someone's beard!

And although the doll is small, his hand strength is not weak, which made him beg for mercy, seeing him like this, the little doll laughed even more happily. The two white rice-like small teeth look a bit strange, but they are full of hope in people's hearts - the baby is growing up.

He went to fight another battle.

When he came back again, the child would already be able to leave, and he would raise his face and call him "grandfather".

Hearing this shout, he quickly said "Hey", not to mention how happy he was, he asked someone to remove the knife from his waist, and squatted there to tease the child, "Listen to the shout again", he responded over and over again, no matter how hard he listened, he never got tired of it.

When he was older, the child began to ask him nervously, "Did grandpa get hurt this time?" When he found that he had gray hair, he pulled it out for him, turned his face and secretly threatened those white hairs with a pretended fierce tone, "Get away from my grandfather quickly."

He pretended not to hear, lying on the wicker chair, squinting his eyes and smiling.

A few years later, she already looked like a little girl, but her temperament was nothing like that of a little girl. She pestered her all day long to learn how to ride a horse and archery, and every time she asked her what she wanted, it was either a bow or a sword or a stick.

And then, she grew into such a big girl, she started to have a man she liked, and she started to share his worries, worrying about the big and small things in the family - such a small body, but trying to stand in front of him, to protect him, an old man...

Thinking of this, Duke Zhen smiled until the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes stretched out.

Therefore, for him, as long as there is such a child in the family, and this child can be safe and happy--it is the greatest gift and kindness to him in this world.

Under the moonlight, the grandfather and grandson walked and talked, and the two figures slowly disappeared behind the shadows of many flowers.

...

This night, the surrounding atmosphere was different.

Some people were paying attention to inquiring about the assassins, some were talking about the news that Mr. Xu's son had been recovered safely, and some people heard that Concubine Jing was happy, so they started new calculations and trade-offs.

Regardless of whether the night was peaceful or not, the sun would still rise the next day.

Wu Chao got up in the morning to practice his sword, changed his clothes and finished his breakfast, then he heard Sui Jiang report: "My lord, just now the eunuch came to deliver a message, saying that the assassins who assassinated last night still slipped through the net, and today's spring hunting is temporarily put on hold, so that people in all the mansions should try not to leave the palace to walk around without authorization."

Wu Chao said "Yes", "Got it."

It seems that the next step is to start searching the various houses.

"Duke Zhen also sent someone to deliver a message..." Sui Jiang took a step forward, his voice lowered a bit: "Mr. Guo sent someone to ask the young master. The assassin has already finished interrogating him. If it is useless and the young master doesn't know how to deal with it in the safest and cleanest way, Qin Wu can do it for him."

Wu Chao was inexplicably stunned when he heard this.

General Xu was worried that he could not handle the matter well, so he specially asked someone to ask him if he needed help——

Is this what it feels like to be taken care of by the future grandfather-in-law?

Seeing that his son seemed to be distracted, Sui Jiang, who thought it was weird that Lord Zhen Guo could get along with his son in such a harmonious way, called out tentatively, "Master?"

Wu Chao's demeanor immediately returned to normal, and he confessed, "I'll ask someone to answer, please don't worry, Duke, I will take care of this matter myself."

He was not in a hurry to interrogate the assassin last night.

Because what he wants to interrogate just needs to grind the other party's patience.

Sui Jiang responded "Yes" and retreated, Wu Chao sat in the chair, took a book and flipped through it.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there was a burst of powerful footsteps.

A close follower entered the hall and preached, "My lord, it is Han Tong who led the people here."

"please come in."

Han Yan led a team of security guards into the hall, and bowed his hands politely: "Wu Shisun."

"I don't know what is Commander Han's business?" The young man in a pale robe with half-moist hair leaned leisurely in his chair, holding a book in his hand, and his noble eyebrows and eyes showed an innate indifference.

Han Yan lowered his eyes and said: "I am ordered to search for traces of assassins everywhere in the palace, and I hope Wu Shisun can make it easier."

This search is necessary, and it is the utmost respect for him to come to this yard in person.

"Please." The young man didn't care, and continued to read the book.

Han Yan then ordered people to search separately in four places.

With the sound of the boy turning the pages of the book from time to time, several police guards came back one after another.

"My lord, no trace of the assassin was found in the garden."

"My lord, neither the backyard nor the kitchen."

"..."

After listening to the last subordinate's reply, Han Yan looked to the left and right.

Then only Wu Shisun's bedroom and a few side room compartments remained.

Logically speaking, the guards around Wu Shisun were all very skilled, and it was impossible for the assassin to approach this courtyard, let alone hide next to Wu Shisun.

And after searching all the way, he didn't find any suspicious traces around the yard.

If you don't even spare the bedroom now, I'm afraid it's a bit too ignorant.

However, after weighing for a moment, Han Yan still said: "For the sake of Wu Shisun's safety, I dare not let go of any corner, the only thing I can do now is to offend—"