Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

No matter how busy you are, you will always feel uneasy. The more you do, the more aggrieved you will feel, especially when your children are ignorant and run around you, asking, "Where's daddy? Where's daddy?"

Once upon a time, she had wholeheartedly supported her husband in his pursuit of glory. Every morning before their separation, he would make solemn promises, while she always felt sleep deprived and hoped he wouldn't argue.

Days passed, and her longing surged like a raging tide. She took care of household chores and military affairs day after day, dealing with the chattering children. Whenever night fell, looking out the window at the cold moonlight, inexplicably, a feeling of loneliness and helplessness would surge in her heart.

The older you get, the more this happens. Wangshu sometimes feels like he's going backwards in time, and he constantly feels remorseful, regretting why he encouraged him to pursue that illusory fame, which now leaves him feeling lonely, empty, and cold deep inside.

I think about things during the day and worry about things at night. I sleep lightly and have many dreams. In November, the weather starts to get cold. Just by opening the window to let in some air, Wangshu catches a cold and gets a headache. She stays in bed and coughs incessantly. It's the same old routine every winter: fever, cough, and bed rest. She wears a mask and refuses children to come in. She lies there crying, helpless and furious.

"Madam, please stop crying." Xiaoqing gently rubbed her back, the cotton towel on the bedside table damp with tears, "Crying too much will damage your lungs."

Sometimes the lady was terrifyingly wise, understanding everything. Other times she looked pathetic, like a child, refusing to listen and just crying.

"Cough! Cough! Cough, cough, ugh!" She coughed lightly, heavily, and forcefully, managing to cough up some thick phlegm. The corners of her eyes were red and wet, and her breathing was as heavy as a bellows. She fell back onto the thick bedding.

Chun Yang came in with the letters that needed to be processed, opened them one by one and handed them to her. General Akbar now sent troops to clear the snow road from Luoyang to Chang'an, and the logistics department continuously supplied thick clothes, thick socks, cloth shoes and hats. The road cannot be blocked. Since the beginning of winter, the letters sent back by the general have been the most frequent.

Wangshu took a look, sniffed, and continued talking nonsense, throwing it aside as usual.

Chun Yang looked at the person's nose and mouth, handed him the pen and ink, and waited for him to finish writing. "As usual. Ji." She stamped the letter with the lady's seal and sealed it.

For the rest of the reports on government and military affairs, if they were done well, she would say, "Excellent, Ji." If they were average, she would say, "Read, Ji." If they were not to her satisfaction, she would say, "Ji." She would also give other instructions to reply.

Instructions are always quick and concise.

In short, if Xiaoqing had not caught a cold and cough, she felt that her wife could take care of the internal affairs of the entire country, and the general only needed to conquer the territory. The greater his conquest, the greater his wife's control. It was very powerful.

Chun Yang came out holding the letter and shrugged at Tang Bo at the door. "Three more words!" Tang Bo looked helpless, as if to say, "I already know this, old man," and sighed to the sky.

Wang, who was playing games with her grandchildren, tapped her grandson's forehead in the warm, spring-like side hall where the dragon was swaying. "Dabao, be serious!"

My brain isn't as quick as your sister's at Gobang, and my mind is always wandering. I lose faster and faster with each game.

"Grandma, I want to go see mother." He hugged someone's arm and rocked it. Akbar and Uncle Liang were not coming, and mother was sick and would not allow them to go. He had only heard that there was a letter from father. The old man had not come back for a long time, and it was freezing outside. He was at a loss and looked blankly in the direction of the main room from time to time.

Erbao glanced at his brother, lowered his head and said nothing.

"What if you get sick?" Wang nodded at him. Tang Bo said that if the twins fell ill, they would definitely fall ill one after the other. The fat one would be sick for two days, and the second one would be uncomfortable for ten days and lose a lot of weight. How could she dare to agree? "What if you, your sister, and mother all fall ill?"

"Dad, why hasn't he come back yet? It's Chinese New Year!" The fat man was angry, panting, his face puffed up. "So long!" As he spoke, he sobbed, "Mom is sick, wuwu!"

As the fat man started crying, the little girl with her head lowered also started crying, and her eyeballs drooped.

"Dabao, why are you crying? Daddy's back!" A gentle voice suddenly rang out from behind the screen, and then someone strode over, rubbing their hands as they walked, with a hint of coldness lingering. "Erbao, don't cry. Daddy's back."

The man, who had originally intended to come in to cool down, quickly showed up when he heard his daughter was talking nonsense.

"Daddy! Woohoo!" Two little babies rushed in one after another with their half-cold bodies. He didn't dare to use force, and held the babies with both hands, while greeting his mother, "Thank you for your hard work, mother."

Wang turned her head away, held back her tears, and waved her hand.

"Dad, Mom is sick! Woo woo!"

"Okay, Daddy will go take care of her later. Mommy will be well soon. Daddy is cold, so you two should sit down first. Daddy will hold you both later, okay?"

Wang took a handkerchief to dry her son's hair, but it was cold to the touch. She quickly pushed her grandchildren away. They had clearly come back from the snow to wait outside the screen to warm up, but who would have thought that the two children would be so sad and cry. "You have to take care of yourself too! The family and your wife are all counting on you! It's snowing so hard!"

"It's not cold even though it's snowing. Mom, I'm fine." Qin Xiuyuan wiped his hair himself. His children, with red eyes, reached out to help him, hugging him. Xiaohong just happened to bring him a freshly prepared charcoal fire basket. "General, the eight young generals who came back with you are all settled. Sister Chunyang said that Madam has been asleep for half an hour."

He nodded. His daughter touched his prickly beard, feeling very curious. She choked out, "Daddy, you stink."

Even though he washed himself thoroughly before riding back at full speed, he still walked through the snow and mud, and his back and waist were soaked with sweat, and there was still a smell of dust and sweat.

So he asked to be washed thoroughly inside and out, and shaved the stubble on his face cleanly, and let his anxious children each use their hands to dry his hair. Wang and Tang Bo, who were standing on the side, saw him half-lying down and enjoying the service of his children. He was not at all impatient when his hair roots were pulled, and they imitated the children's childish talk and chatted, and they couldn't help laughing.

"Dad, you've won another battle."

"Not yet, but soon."

"Dad, you still have to go out!"

"Yeah. I'll be back to pick you up soon."

"Ok."

"Daddy, Xiaobao misses you."

"My dear little treasure, Daddy misses you every day."

"Dad, I miss you too!"

"Good Dabao, Daddy too."

Wangshu was half asleep and half awake. She waved her hands vigorously to swat away the buzzing mosquitoes beside her, but she found that her chest was blocked and she couldn't breathe out. She opened her mouth wide and tried to breathe, like the big mouth of an ugly toad. Suddenly, an unknown itch came over her. "Cough, cough, cough!"

Someone helped her up as she had difficulty breathing, straightened her back, and hit her somewhere with a little force. "Cough, vomit!" Wangshu subconsciously covered her mouth, but a handkerchief was faster than her hand and caught the spit. She collapsed, exhaled, and slowly opened her eyes.