And so the days passed for another few days.

The queen hasn't been so diligent since that 'surprise attack', and her body has improved a lot after these days of recuperation, and her face is much ruddy.

The queen was relieved, so she devoted herself to the next birthday of the queen mother.

Under the care of Lie Changan day after day in his hometown, the wounds on his body have healed, and I don't know if it is an illusion in his hometown, she always feels that Lie Changan is beginning to be conscious, and she can often feel that his fingers will twitch a few times unconsciously.

Lie Changan really felt that his body was not so uncomfortable, but he was itching everywhere, and he especially wanted to scratch it with his hands.

He was groggy and had several dreams, which were so real in his mind that he couldn't tell whether they were dreams or reality.

He heard someone crying, sad, helpless, desperate.

He also heard a crisp and pleasant voice, with a soft and smiling tone, slowly telling beautiful stories.

Then, as if he began to dream.

In the dream, he fought on the battlefield, fought side by side with all the brothers, fought bravely, spilled blood, defended his family and country, and had the most ardent ambitions and ideals in his heart.

In the dream, he and his grandmother depended on each other, and it was his grandmother who pulled him up with hard work, and told him over and over again that he must learn martial arts and enter the ranks, must get ahead, and must glorify his ancestors.

In the dream, he stood at a dark crossroads, and his grandmother sat under the eaves of the thatched house in his hometown, waiting for him to come back from studying and practicing martial arts from the school every day, and then warm a bowl of fragrant noodles for him.

Tomorrow is old and frail, but my grandmother works tirelessly, doing several jobs for other people's families a day, wearing a coarse cloth coat full of tattered pieces for ten years, pickling steamed buns every day, and still insisting on making money to send him to school to study, and ask the master to teach him martial arts.

Later, when he finished his studies, and when he reached a certain age, his grandmother finally made up her mind to carry the little silver she had left, so she took him to the capital, and ran around to give gifts to people and say good things, and finally sent him to the barracks.

It was by such a coincidence that a small soldier was valued by the current emperor when he accompanied the hunting in the paddock, and he was exceptionally promoted to a junior general, and let him lead the army with the army at that time.

On the night before parting, my grandmother burst into tears, tears of excitement and relief.

She warned him again and again that he must make military achievements, return triumphantly, let the emperor reuse and trust him, and then become famous, be kind to the people in the court, make friends with ministers, and occupy an invincible position in the court.

He did it, and after three years of fighting on the battlefield, he was injured countless times, and he brushed shoulders with death countless times, and finally became a general in the military camp and led his troops back triumphantly.

He is still working hard, loyal to the emperor, just to make the emperor appreciate and trust him, be kind to others in the court, and strive to win a place, so as to live up to his grandmother's expectations, just because he understands how much hard his grandmother has paid for him to achieve what he has today.

Lie Changan thought that now his grandmother must be looking forward to his return day and night in Liefu, just like when he was young, he waited for him to come home from school every day under the eaves of a thatched house.

He missed his grandmother's noodles so much.

This kind of longing,I heard the soft voice in my ears day after day.。。

He heard the voice and told her that his grandmother was still waiting for him at home, and he must wake up, and he must not let his grandmother be sad, nor let his grandmother send a white-haired person to a black-haired person, nor let his grandmother be lonely, lose hope and sustenance, and have no one to send her to her death.