As soon as Er Mao entered, the first thing he looked at was the wooden table. Sure enough, there was a piece of pork on the table, which made his eyes light up.
He swallowed and then shifted his gaze with difficulty to Zhao Zhennan sitting at the table.
Uncle Zhao, who had gray hair on his temples, folded his arms, with an unconcealable smile on his wrinkled face.
This kind of smile can always be seen on Er Mao's face in recent months.
That was a proud and proud smile.
Whenever this kind of smile appears at home, Er Mao knows that he will have a good meal today, which makes him very happy.
And he already knew what Uncle Zhao should say next.
Ermao changed his usual offbeat temperament and said "Hello" obediently, then leaned on the table obediently, waiting for Uncle Zhao to speak.
Sure enough, right after, a mellow and smiling voice sounded in the house.
"Haha, when the prince left the capital, I escorted him all the way. I watched the prince enter Beiliang."
"That way, oh, yellow sand was flying all over the sky, the wind was strong, and there was a lot of dust. We were running forward in a hurry, and we were walking in a hurry."
Er Mao quietly watched Uncle Zhao waving his arms and recalling the past happily.
He had heard these words many times, but he was not tired of them.
He liked to see Uncle Zhao's excitement and his contagious smile. Every time he heard Uncle Zhao talk about the past when he was under General Huwei, he felt inexplicably excited for some reason.
Those battles on the battlefield, whether it was driving out Huma or fighting against Fusang, were always vividly described by Uncle Zhao, as if they were spread out in front of him like a scroll.
When the horn sounded, the soldiers charged forward with their weapons in hand, the sound of horses braying, the sound of fire burning, the sound of fighting, and the red flame flag fluttering in the smoke.
Er Mao remembered these unseen scenes so deeply in his mind that he could even dream of a blurry scene.
But there is one bad thing. Every time Uncle Zhao talks about the final outcome, when his former comrades died on the battlefield protecting his family and country, Uncle Zhao always sheds tears.
At this time, I will always shed tears too.
But no matter what, after the reminiscing session with smiles and tears, it was time to roast pork.
This is truly the most beautiful thing.
"Hehe." Er Mao leaned on the corner of the table, licked his dry lips, and laughed softly.
Hearing the laughter, Zhao Zhennan became more and more excited, and his face turned red with excitement.
"When the prince left the capital, he only had 800 soldiers!"
He stretched out his hand, gestured with his thumb and index finger and emphasized again: "Really! Just eight hundred people!"
"Old Zheng, look at how many great things the prince has done on his way south now!"
"When the emperor was so persecuted and handed this mess of Beiliang to the prince, to be honest, I really thought there was no other way."
The strong man nodded, held his chin and said, "Yes, now that the prince is going south, he is invincible."
"Right now, it seems that after the battle at Yanluoshan, he has changed into an offensive and defensive type."
Zhao Zhennan chuckled lightly and continued:
"In this battle, everyone in the world knows that the prince now has many soldiers and brave generals. No one can even tell how many people he has in his hands."
"The Dog Emperor's generals have been killed now. I'm afraid he is very worried."
"Now that the new year is approaching, and the prince has become an unstoppable force, I am afraid that the Dog Emperor will not be able to live a good new year."
"The prince was expelled from Jinling and went to Beiliang. Now he has brought people to Jinling. This is really... good!"
As soon as he said this, the strong man also laughed.
Er Mao naturally laughed too. In the midst of laughter, Zhao Zhennan said:
"Come on, it's time to cook, Lao Zheng, let's have a drink tonight!"
I'm coming! Er Mao's eyes widened, he immediately grabbed the pork, ran to the kitchen and shouted;
"Mom! Cut the meat and I'll light the fire!"
"Don't cut the meat too big! Just slice it!"
In the kitchen, a woman in coarse clothes was washing rice. When she heard this, she couldn't help but exclaim:
"You bastard, you are so good, come on."
"Like a greedy cat, all I want to do is eat it!"
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"Ahem, I can't eat it. Take it away."
In front of the bed, Jin Jiande, who was pale and sickly flushed, leaned on the bed, covering his mouth and coughing.
"Your Highness, if you don't want to eat..."
"roll!"
With a "bang" sound, Jin Jiande suddenly became furious and pushed the food box away from the maid's hand.
The maid quickly held on to the food box so that it would not tip over to the ground. She looked at Jin Jiande with a fearful expression. Jin Jiande became increasingly angry, slapped his face on the quilt and cursed:
"Do you want to die? Get out of here!"
The maid trembled and hurriedly left.
"hiss--"
As soon as the maid left, Jin Jiande took a deep breath and his face became distorted.
He gently lifted the quilt and his eyes immediately turned red after taking a look.
"Ooooh, my legs."
Under the quilt, the originally intact right leg was now only left with the front half of the thigh, and the back half was gone. The leg was wrapped in white cloth, with faint traces of blood on it.
Obviously, the slap just now accidentally touched the wound.
After escaping from the mountain that day, Jin Jiande was led by Xiao Yiming and fled to Yuyuan City, which was the city closest to Yanluo Mountain.
This journey can be said to be full of chaos and chaos. If Xiao Yiming hadn't been a know-it-all and knew everything, it would have been difficult to reach Yuyuan City.
Fortunately, it was winter now, so the broken leg did not deteriorate. After Xiao Yiming bandaged it, Jin Jiande was left with only pain.
They did not dare to stay in Yuyuan City for a long time. Who knew when Qin Ze would come out of Yanluo Mountain and continue his journey south.
For this reason, after simply treating the wounds, the two brought some soldiers and horses from Yuyuan City and continued to escape non-stop.
This journey was non-stop. Jin Jiande, who had a broken leg, suffered a lot and almost lost half of his life before escaping back to his home in the capital a few days later.
Although this journey was very painful, Jin Jiande knew that compared with the pain, if Qin Ze caught up with him, he would die.
His strong desire to survive has sustained him to this day, but after he came back, the fear that penetrated his bones was still with him, almost torturing him to the point of going crazy.
Before leaving, he had sworn to Jin Fengling that he would successfully deal with Qin Ze and take his head back.
But now, all the people who went there are dead, and he also has a broken leg, which can be said to be extremely embarrassing.
Not only did he fail to put down the rebel rebellion, but he fled back to the capital in despair. As great as his expectations were, his failure was so painful.
In addition to a broken leg, Jin Jiande was also exposed to wind and cold due to the travel and dust, and coughing always accompanied him.
Jin Jiande thought of the expression on the doctor's face after he came to see the doctor that day, and he was still frightened.
"Cough cough cough." Jin Jiande covered his mouth and coughed again.
"Jiande, you still have to eat."
At this time, a person walked in outside the door.
