Zhao Changqing was in a coma for two days and two nights before waking up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Brother Ji'er's haggard, thin and gloomy face came into view. Zhao's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and the little Brother Tong was also standing by the bed, timidly opening his mouth to call his grandmother.

Zhao Changqing opened his mouth, his voice was weak and hoarse: "Brother Tong, don't be afraid. ”

Brother Tong is still young and doesn't know what life and death are. He only knew that his mother had cried many times in the past two days, and his father had also cried by the bed. My grandmother was lying on the bed all the time, not waking up no matter how much she screamed.

Now that my grandmother is awake, she should be fine!

Brother Tong asked in a childish voice, "Grandmother, you won't die, will you!" ”

Zhao and Brother Ji changed color together, and scolded in unison: "Brother Tong, don't talk nonsense." ”

Zhao Changqing swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, squeezed out a smile and said: "Grandmother will not die, grandmother must live well, watch Brother Tong grow up, marry a wife and start a family!" ”

Brother Ji whispered to his wife: "I will be alone with my mother for a while. ”

Zhao nodded, wiped his tears, and took Brother Tong out.

Mother and son look at each other. Looking at the emaciated and old Zhao Changqing, Brother Ji'er's eyes were red, and he choked up and shouted: "Mother, don't blame yourself and feel guilty, and don't toss your body like this." ”

For two days and two nights, Zhao Changqing was unconscious. Brother Ji has been guarding the bedside, his former ambition and ambition have been left behind, and the pain and hesitation of being exiled to Jiangcheng can not be taken care of, and he is full of prayers that his mother can survive this catastrophe.

Zhao Changqing has heart disease.

Both mother and son are very clear.

Zhao Changqing smiled at Brother Ji reluctantly: "Okay, I will definitely take care of it and get better as soon as possible." ”

Brother Ji wiped his tears with his sleeve, ordered someone to bring the boiled medicine, and personally fed Zhao Changqing and drank it one by one.

As soon as the bitter decoction was in his mouth, Zhao Changqing felt sick to his stomach and nauseated, so he couldn't say anything and drank all the decoction. Brother Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor said that as long as the mother concubine can still drink the decoction, there is still hope for improvement. Otherwise, you'll have to prepare for the future......

Before this breath was finished, he saw Zhao Changqing's face turned pale, his expression was distorted, and with a whoop, the decoction spit out cleanly. The futon was covered with brown liquid, and there was a shocking hint of bright red among them.

Brother Ji'er's heart sank suddenly, and his face turned pale, as if he had fallen into the abyss.

The two doctors who were guarding the side each furrowed their brows and looked at each other solemnly. didn't dare to say anything at this time, so he hurriedly rushed to the side of the bed and gave Princess Lu an injection for treatment.

……

Zhao was shocked to hear the bad news that his mother-in-law was in a coma again, and the world was spinning in front of him. She carried Brother Tong into the house and cried on the edge of the bed.

Brother Ji sat indifferently, his face even more ugly than that of his unconscious mother.

Blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular.

At this moment, a personal soldier hurriedly came in to report: "Your Highness, there is an urgent report from the barracks." A group of mountain bandits came down the mountain and were heading for Jiangcheng County. ”

No matter how sad Brother Ji is, he has to cheer up: "Pass my order, leave a hundred soldiers in the house, and the rest will follow me to the barracks." ”

The six gods of the Zhao family have no owner, and their eyes are full of tears.

Brother Tong was frightened by the tense and stagnant atmosphere, twisted his body and cried: "Dad, don't go, I want my father to ......"

Zhao hugged his son tightly and cried breathlessly.

Lying on the bed and not knowing the life and death of the mother, the wife and children who cry bitterly. This scene deeply stung Brother Ji. But as the commander of the garrison, he had to take responsibility, lead the troops to repel the mountain bandits, and protect the people of Jiangcheng County. Otherwise, what face would he have to stand in heaven and earth?

Brother Ji told his wife in a hoarse voice: "I don't know when I will be able to come back, you must take care of your mother and Brother Tong." ”

After speaking, he couldn't bear or dare to look at his wife and children anymore, and walked away without looking back.

……

Jiangcheng County has a long history of mountain banditry. These mountain bandits, who hide in the mountains on weekdays, are inextricably linked with the barbarians in various villages and villages. I always go down the mountain two or three times a year.

The number of mountain bandits is not very large, about a few hundred, and all of them are strong and fierce.

In terms of numbers, the remaining few hundred soldiers in the garrison are stronger than the mountain bandits. It's just that the soldiers in the garrison have been seriously injured in a few years and have little fighting spirit. A few days after the new commander entered the barracks, and before he could start rectifying the barracks, his mother became seriously ill. Immediately after that, the mountain bandits came.

Fortunately, the soldiers brought by Brother Ji are all elite, and they can be ten with one.

Brother Ji led his own soldiers to the barracks, and then gathered all the soldiers who could get on the horse and hold a knife to meet the mountain bandits.

The situation was critical, and Brother Ji could not be afraid or frightened, so he could only keep wielding a knife to kill the bandits. In this battle, it took a long time to repel all the mountain bandits.

The mountain bandits suffered a lot of casualties, and although Brother Ji led the troops to gain the upper hand, they also lost a lot of manpower.

Brother Ji had the intention to lead the troops to pursue, but was stopped by his henchmen.

The so-called poor don't chase. When the prince first came to Jiangcheng, he hadn't figured out the situation of the mountain bandits, so how could he easily get into danger!

After this battle, Brother Ji'er's gloom, pain, and boredom in his heart dissipated a little. No matter what, life has to go on. No matter how painful it is, you have to hold on, and no matter how hard it is, you have to endure it.

After this battle, there is still a lot to be done to deal with the aftermath. As a commander, Brother Ji really has no time to doppelgänger. It was not until the fifth day that he had free time and returned home.

Fortunately, Zhao Changqing survived, and he could barely drink the decoction and eat some gruel.

The doctor said a bunch of good words in front of him, and said to Brother Ji in private: "The princess is depressed and sick, and her heart disease is difficult to treat. The little one can only try his best to recuperate for the princess. ”

The implication is that Zhao Changqing's illness will not be cured, and it depends on how long he can survive.

Brother Ji'er's heart was like a knife, and he asked in a low voice, "You give me a good word." How long will the mother live? ”

The doctor hesitated slightly, but still told the truth: "The long is two or three years, and the short is a few months." ”

……

Is this retribution?

It must be!

If he didn't have a ghost trick and set up a game to deal with Brother Lin and Brother Ting, he would not have been expelled from the capital. The mother concubine also did not have to travel long distances, and her heart became ill.

Brother Ji cried fiercely in the house alone.

In front of Zhao Changqing, Brother Ji didn't show a word, and only smiled to comfort his mother: "The doctor told me that my mother's condition has improved greatly." As long as you drink medicine on time and take care of yourself, you can get better. ”

Zhao Changqing, who was as thin as wood, also laughed innocently: "I told you a long time ago, don't always worry about me." I know in my heart what my body is. I can hold on. You just have to worry about it. ”

The mother and son forced a smile on their faces, and each said nice things to comfort each other.

After Brother Ji left, Zhao Changqing closed his eyes, and tears kept sliding down the corners of his eyes.