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Zhao Zheng lay flat on the cold and damp earthen kang, staring up at the starry sky blankly through the windy roof, and Zhao Ji on the side turned her back to Zhao Zheng and cried. Tonight, the mother and son may be destined to have a sleepless night.

The night was unusually silent, so silent that even the rats in the house could hear every move. Zhao Ji was afraid of waking up her son, so she tried not to cry out loud, but she still let Zhao Zheng notice it.

Since Zhao Zheng knew his identity in this world, Zhao Zheng's emotions for Zhao Ji have become more and more complicated. Zhao Zheng never imagined that a woman who had been controversial in the long history would become his mother. For a moment, Zhao Zheng was a little overwhelmed.

"Alas...... I don't know for whom her tears were...... Himself, Inhuman or Lü Buwei? ”

Suddenly, a sense of contempt for Zhao Ji that he had never felt before surged into Zhao Zheng's heart.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zheng deliberately moved in the opposite direction, as if he wanted to distinguish the line with Zhao Ji. However, in the next second, Zhao Zheng felt guilty for his actions.

Because there is only such a quilt at home, and it has not been washed for a long time, the whole quilt is about to shrink into a bright iron plate. Zhao Zheng moved his body in the opposite direction, and the quilt, which had no elasticity, suddenly slipped off Zhao Zheng's body. In an instant, Zhao Zheng's entire body was completely exposed.

"That's fine......" Zhao Zheng said secretly in his heart.

However, just when Zhao Zheng was "glad" that he was no longer covered with Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji, who was originally motionless on the side, suddenly moved a few times, and then, Zhao Zheng reflected the faint starlight, saw Zhao Ji squinting his peach-like eyes, turned around, and carefully wrapped Zhao Zheng tightly with the entire quilt.

"You haven't slept so late? I'm going to sleep...... I'm going to sleep...... The wind is blowing, the boat is rocking......"

Zhao Ji saw that Zhao Zheng hadn't fallen asleep so late, so she hugged Zhao Zheng, who was wrapped tightly in the quilt, in her arms, and then hummed a hypnotic song softly while slowly patting Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Ji's actions made Zhao Zheng stunned, and then, he shrank into the quilt and covered his head, and his eyes, which were originally a little indifferent, suddenly burst into tears. Although Zhao Ji's beautiful tune did not stop, Zhao Zheng's ears were like earplugs. At this time, Zhao Zheng's heart was already full of guilt.

So far, Zhao Zheng has understood two truths in this dilapidated thatched house, in the damp and dirty quilt, and in Zhao Ji's pleasant tune, that is, the understanding of maternal love and historical figures.

In today's Zhao Zheng's view, the greatest existence in the world is still maternal love. But as a normal mother, their love for their children cannot be measured by anything at all. As for historical figures like Zhao Ji, Zhao Zheng realized that he should not examine and criticize them with a stereotypical and biased attitude. Thinking of the world in which he was originally born, the so-called scholars and experts commented on historical figures with just a few old papers, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but feel that their behavior was so stupid and ridiculous.

"Are we familiar with these historical figures? Do we really know them? Zhao Zheng asked himself.

After figuring out this, the fetters in Zhao Zheng's heart disappeared. Zhao Zheng secretly wiped the tears on his face with his small hands, and after his emotions returned to calm, Zhao Zheng struggled to get out of the bed.

Zhao Zheng's sudden abnormal behavior frightened Zhao Ji, who was coaxing Zhao Zheng to sleep, and couldn't help but panic, "What's wrong?" Do you want to solve it? Zhao Ji frowned slightly and asked softly.

Zhao Zheng shook his head, stood up and put the quilt on Zhao Ji's body, and then whispered in his Zhao Guohua that he couldn't enter again: "Mother...... Cover the quilt ......"

After saying this, Zhao Zheng smiled sweetly at Zhao Ji, and then fell into Zhao Ji's arms and fell asleep.

Zhao Ji watched Zhao Ji cover herself with the quilt and tuck the quilt very seriously, and the whole person was stupid, until Zhao Zheng got into her arms, and Zhao Ji woke up like a dream. Tears of happiness moistened her already red eyes in an instant.

At this time, the night was deep, and although it was very cold in the dilapidated thatched house, Zhao Ji's mother and son felt unusually warm.

Unconsciously, the night slowly left with great reluctance in the happy snoring of Zhao Ji's mother and son, and when Zhao Ji woke up, the sky was already bright.

After waking up, Zhao Ji squinted her eyes that were a little red and swollen, and looked out through the hole in the windshield and couldn't help but exclaim: "Ah! It's so late, you have to hurry up and cook! ”

However, just as he was about to get up, he found that Zhao Zheng had already brought the meal to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Zheng smiled at Zhao Ji and said, "Mother, eat!" ”

Zhao Ji was completely stunned by the scene in front of her, she never expected that her son, a little boy who was only five or six years old, would cook for herself. In an instant, a feeling of utter unreality arose.

Zhao Ji's family is very poor, so poor that Zhao Zheng, a modern person from 2,000 years later, wants to make a decent breakfast for Zhao Ji has become a luxury. Fortunately, Zhao Zheng was born in special forces, and he dealt with flints and wild vegetables during field survival training, so it was not difficult for Zhao Zheng to make a fire and cook wild vegetables.

Before Zhao Zheng cooked, he found some millet in an inconspicuous clay pot, and the yellow rice grains made Zhao Zheng's mouth water. Zhao Zheng really wanted to use these to cook some rice porridge to drink at this time, but when he thought that Zhao Ji was reluctant to use these rice for the past ten days, Zhao Zheng understood the meaning of these rice for this poor family. wiped the saliva that flowed from the corner of his mouth casually, and Zhao Zheng had no choice but to continue to take wild vegetables.

Zhao Ji pointed to the food in the bowl and asked incredulously, "Zheng'er, is this ...... Is this what you do? ”

Zhao Zheng didn't say anything but smiled slightly, and then gently blew the vegetable soup with his small mouth, and after the temperature of the vegetable soup dropped, Zhao Zheng put the pottery bowl to Zhao Ji's mouth.

"Mother...... Drink soup! Zhao Zheng said with a smile.

Zhu Hong's mouth opened slightly, and a mouthful of hot vegetable soup was carefully poured into Zhao Ji's mouth by Zhao Zheng.

Due to the poverty of the family, not to mention the diversification of the ingredients, even the most basic five-flavor concoction has not been prepared, except for some coarse salt in the salt shaker, there is no other condiment. Therefore, no matter how superb anyone's cooking skills are, in Zhao Ji's house, there can only be a "good woman is difficult to cook without rice".

Although the vegetable soup is still the same vegetable soup, Zhao Ji thinks it is extremely delicious. After taking a sip, Zhao Ji wanted to take the pottery bowl, but was rejected by Zhao Zheng. A bowl of hot wild vegetable soup was carefully fed by Zhao Zheng one by one......