The bleeding had stopped, and the scabs had formed.

The blood stains on his body were also wiped clean.

Zhao Ping raised his lips and looked at Mrs. Zhao, as if he was smiling, his eyes were scrutinizing, and Mrs. Zhao was about to blow up, Zhao Ping smiled and said thank you: "Thank you, father." ”

Mrs. Zhao: "......"

Since the second son returned home, they have not spoken properly, let alone thanked them.

Mrs. Zhao felt uncomfortable again, and there was still a trace of happiness in her heart, so she waved her hand calmly, "Thank you, it's all a family." ”

Zhao Yi saw that the two of them were finally no longer fighting, smiled and patted his uncle's naked and sturdy shoulder, and said, "Second uncle, my grandfather was afraid that you would wake up hungry, so he ordered someone to cook, and I will serve it!" ”

After saying that, he ran away, and when he ran away, he turned his head sideways and glanced at his grandfather's eyebrows.

The dirty clothes on the floor had disappeared without a trace, and even the blood stains on the ground had been swept away, and a clean robe was placed at the head of the bed.

Zhao Ping shook it open and began to wear it, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

When he lifted his pants, he stood up, his body was slightly sideways, and the two scars on his back happened to be exposed in front of Mrs. Zhao.

The color of the scar has faded a lot, and it doesn't look so hideous.

Mrs. Zhao glanced at it, lowered her head and continued to approve the paperwork, "What's the matter with the injury on your back?" ”

Zhao Ping put on his shirt and said casually: "The old injury from three years ago was old." ”

"Three years ago? Injuries from the military? Mrs. Zhao asked.

Zhao Ping fastened his belt and turned around, and he was a handsome general in well-dressed clothes.

He shook off his robe and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Well, in the Battle of Penglu, General Lu was bombed and fell into a heavy encirclement, and our army was almost annihilated. ”

It turned out that the battle was really his battle for fame.

Mrs. Zhao wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at him, "Since then, all the operational decisions in the border area are actually up to you, right?" ”

Zhao Ping raised his eyebrows, folded his legs, propped his arms behind his back, and looked at Mrs. Zhao lazily: "Can't you?" I single-handedly turned the tide of the war, carried him out of the sea of blood and corpses of thousands of troops, horses, and horses, and earned him a great military feat, shouldn't he listen to me? ”

Mrs. Zhao smiled: "I'll just say that Lu Zhiyi has been mediocre for most of his life, why is he suddenly so radical and fierce." ”

Worthy of my son!

It's amazing, no wonder Shun'er always praises him, there is indeed merit.

It's not just a prodigal son who can climb over the wall.

"Dinner is coming!" Zhao Yi's cheerful voice came.

Soon Zhao Yi's small body appeared at the door, he jumped into the room with a meal, and the saber at his waist slammed into the door, and his throat sounded.

Zhao Yi put the dishes on the table one by one and beckoned to Zhao Ping, "Second uncle, come over for dinner!" ”

Zhao Ping glanced at Zhao Yi, who was pretending to be well-behaved, raised his lips and got up, walked over lazily, and saw the three bowls on the table, Zhao Ping smiled and was slightly moved.

This eldest nephew knows him quite well and knows that a bowl of rice can't fill him.

"It's hard work, Brother Yi." Zhao Ping patted the top of Zhao Yi's head and sat down in his robe.

Zhao Yi raised his eyebrows, stuffed the chopsticks into his uncle's hand, and said with a smile: "Second uncle is polite!" ”

After speaking, he sat next to Zhao Ping, picked up a bowl, and beckoned to Mrs. Zhao on the side: "Grandfather, you can also eat together!" ”

Zhao Ping: "......"

With such a small bowl, girls can't eat enough!

It's all big men, just eat so little?

He is not enough!

"Eat." Mrs. Zhao still has a few books to read, "I'm not hungry yet." ”

Before Mrs. Zhao's words fell, Zhao Ping picked up the bowl of rice, he hadn't eaten properly for nearly two days.

Hungry, super hungry.

Although Mrs. Zhao has never been pretentious to Zhao Ping, the second son eats a lot, and he still knows it.

When he dipped in ink, he casually called the guards to come in, with a serious face: "Add two more dishes!" Brother Yi is growing his body, and he can't lose it. ”

Zhao Yi held back a smile, blinked at Mrs. Zhao and shouted, "No need grandfather, I don't eat much!" ”

Mrs. Zhao said with a solemn face: "You kid, did you ask you to eat to let you go to Dao Mountain?" Eat more in the future and learn from your second uncle! ”

Zhao Ping was busy grilling rice when he suddenly heard his name: "...... Cough! ”

What do you mean?

Praise him or scold him?

After the guards went down, Zhao Yi squeezed his eyes at Zhao Ping and continued to eat.

Zhao Yi has been cultivated according to the standards of the son of a family since he was a child, eating slowly and methodically, and with an elegant demeanor. In contrast, Zhao Ping's gobbling up of food is unsightly.

However, he is handsome and does not dislike people when he gobbles up.

Mrs. Zhao's residence moved to the mansion as before, and Zhao Ping and Zhao Yi naturally followed suit, but unlike in the past, the three generations of grandparents lived in the same courtyard.

After experiencing a big battle, Huaizhou is basically in the bag, and then they should carefully check and make sure that the rear is worry-free, so that they can go further.

Zhao Ping is not very impatient to follow his father to meetings every day, this is the business of a general and a civil official, he is a pioneer general, what do you care about these things?

In his spare days, he guided and cultivated Zhao Yi.

After all, that kid has already come to the battlefield, and he is also the boss's very beloved grandson, and he will encounter danger at any time, and he will not be able to catch up every time.

On that day, the conversation between Ning Tuo and Zhao Taifu was only known to a few generals and Zhao Taifu's personal guards, and everyone knew the severity, and no one passed it on.

In the eyes of the soldiers, Zhao Taifu and Zhao Ping are still the commanders and generals they trust and admire.

The commander and the general are filial to their fathers and sons, and they are even happier when they look at them, after all, they are father and son soldiers in battle.

Ning Tuo's personal guards knew that Ning Tuo was speaking for Zhao Ping, and when they saw the change in Mrs. Zhao's attitude towards Zhao Ping, they hurriedly reported it to Ning Tuo.

Ning Tuo heard only a faint "um" sound, and continued to look through the paperwork at hand.

Everything he does is for the sake of the big picture. Of course, by the way, he was very happy to be able to help Zhao Ping.

After this war, Ning Tuo had a good impression of Zhao Ping.

At the same time, he also felt that whether Taifu Zhao was good or bad to Zhao Ping would not affect his dazzling brilliance on the battlefield.

He is indeed a tough man, whether he is friend or foe, it is difficult to ignore. It's no wonder that Ning Nan and Ning Tao both wooed him.

It's a pity that they don't know that this man has already fallen under the door of An and Wang Ji.

Thinking of this, Ning Tuo couldn't help but pull his lower lip.

……

When the battle report of Yancheng's victory reached the royal city, it was the moment when the morning sun was rising, and the willow hanging strips caressed the wall, outlining infinite tenderness.

The war horses galloped, blowing up a thousand waves in the quiet and gentle royal city.

Today's rest, the news was handed to the forbidden middle.

King Yi summoned his ministers and happily shared the news with them.

"The king is benevolent and wise, God bless me with great ginger!"

The ministers congratulated one after another.

King Yi smiled and accepted it, and modestly excused himself: "It is the credit of the soldiers, and I dare not accept the credit." ”

"It is the king's wisdom that recognizes heroes, and only soldiers can serve the country!" The courtier smiled and flattered.

This was said exquisitely, King Yi laughed, and said: "Lone must reward the three armies!" ”