sbdcsierra Chapter 386 Epilogue (7)
Chapter 386 Epilogue (7)
When Zhang Xueming takes action, there is naturally no one he cannot appease.
Gong Yuanzheng was coaxed into a daze, and when he came to his senses, it was too late to regret.
He knew that even if he changed his mind, Zhang Xueming could convince him again, so he simply didn't bother.
Gong Yuanzheng put aside the finishing touches on his travelogue.
He felt that the information he had collected about women's childbirth when writing the Qianjinke volume of Zhaoyuan Medical Classics was not enough, so he asked his subordinates to continue collecting information.
By the way, I wrote a letter to inform Zhang Xueming's mother Yang about this matter and seek the help of my mother-in-law. I plan to make full preparations from Zhang Xueming's pregnancy preparation, pregnancy, delivery to postpartum, and not allow any risk.
As for the Zhang family members, they were very confused when they received the news.
If Zhang Xueming doesn't care, Gong Yuanzheng won't care either.
They never neglected what they should do, and no one could stop them from doing what they wanted to do.
……
In the early spring of the following year, the army set out.
This time, Gong Yuanzheng did not follow the army as Zhang Wenling's personal soldier.
A logistics supply point and medical point was set up at the border between the northern border and the western border, and he was appointed by the third old master to be in charge. He could return to Changling every two months until the end of the Western Expedition.
The Zhang family was determined to flatten the Western Frontier in one go, and many civil servants who were willing to go to the Western Frontier to develop their careers followed the army, as well as countless businessmen who came there after smelling the scent.
Facts have proved that no matter how barbaric and unreasonable the alien race is, they will become docile in the face of cannons and muskets.
The soldiers from the North were like giants with hammers, bullying a group of three-year-old kids playing in the mud next door, and they didn't even encounter any decent resistance.
The few casualties were mostly due to soldiers who could not stand the high daytime temperatures in Xinjiang and suffered symptoms of heat stroke and dehydration. They had to stay in the camp to rest after taking medicine.
The journey was so smooth that the Zhang family members who rushed out felt bored, but made the businessmen who made a fortune very excited.
The war, which was estimated to take two years to complete, took only four months of preparation. However, the army set out for less than four months. After three small-scale battles, all nine cities in the western border had surrendered, and thirty-two small countries had surrendered. There was no more war to fight.
The soldiers, ready to fight, looked around in confusion.
The exotic faces around were all smiling warmly and ingratiatingly, yet with a visibly cautious look.
In the end, the Western Expedition Army could only leave troops to garrison and civil officials to pacify the people, and then return home with the spoils.
When I got home, it had only been seven months since I set out, which shocked everyone in the family, young and old, who were all worried.
The Zhang family rested peacefully for a few days.
After dinner one day, Zhang Wenling stopped Zhang Xueming who was about to take Gong Yuanzheng back home, and said with a tentative smile: "Zhao Zhao, I heard that the Japanese pirates are rampant in the East China Sea. Dad is thinking..."
Zhang Xueming didn't care about being polite and interrupted him: "No, you don't want to. It will take at least two years for Xijiang to return to its roots."
She pointed at the light blue color under her eyes and asked Zhang Wenling unhappily, "Dad, can't you see my dark circles? I have to go to the City Lord's Mansion to work before dawn today, and I can't come back to eat until dark. When I get home later, there will be several boxes of official documents waiting for me to deal with. Dad, if you have rested well, can you go to the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow to help me share the burden?"
Zhang Wenling immediately pressed his temples: "Oh, my head suddenly hurts. It must be the sun in Western Xinjiang that has burned me. I need to go and take a rest."
He turned around and ran away, using his Qinggong skills to speed up, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
What is the point of raising a daughter with so much effort? Isn't it so that she can do the work for you when something happens?
……
After the New Year, things got sorted out and Zhang Xueming was finally not so busy anymore.
She calculated the time and watched Gong Yuanzheng stop taking the medicine. The hibiscus tent was warm, but the good night was short.
Countless times, a hand with slender fingers stretched out from the tent as if asking for help, trying to grab something. The fingers opened and closed, closed and opened again, and finally fell down helplessly.
The little bells often ring all night long, bringing great joy.
Does it matter on whom the sound originates?
Anyway, the next day, once his inner strength was improved and he put on his robe, no one would be able to tell who was the person with tears in his eyes but who was stubborn under the bed at night.
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In early summer, the warm sun is high in the sky, and an occasional breeze blows through the treetops. Clusters of lavender flowers bend the branches, and sway in the wind along with the green leaves.
In the rocking chair under the porch, Zhang Xueming was drowsy, hugging a thin quilt with a light red floral "Fu" pattern.
A middle-aged nanny and two maids were waiting at a distance, glancing at her from time to time.
Su Rong came in from outside carrying a mahogany lunch box.
Zhang Xueming didn't open his eyes, but just twitched his nose slightly, and turned his face away in disgust: "Ayuan, I don't want to drink the Amomum villosum crucian carp soup anymore. I want to drink sour bamboo shoots chicken soup and eat spicy tofu."
He started swallowing as soon as he said this, his brows slightly furrowed, looking pitiful and cute.
Gong Yuanzheng just went to the study to help her find the "Soushen Ji" she wanted, but seeing that she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, it was obvious that she couldn't read the book.
"Okay, I'll ask the kitchen to make it right away." He leaned over, kissed Zhang Xueming's forehead, and asked her, "Would you like to have a piece of milk cake first?"
Zhang Xueming said lazily: "Feed me."
Gong Yuanzheng took out a plate of freshly made snow-white milk cake from the bottom layer of the food box and placed it on the low table that the servant had just brought in. He then let Su Rong take the food box and the fish soup inside it away.
"I'll feel your pulse before I feed you."
He sat down on the stool next to Zhang Xueming, gently touched her belly through the quilt, and then pulled her right hand to take her pulse.
Zhang Wenling originally planned to let Zhang Xueming go back to the third room to take care of the baby. Zhang Xueming was impatient with a large group of people staring at her belly every day, and it was inconvenient for Gong Yuanzheng to go in and out, so she decided to stay at home.
Zhang Xueming inherited the physique of the Zhang family, and was pregnant with twins. After more than three months, the bulge in her belly was almost as big as that of a five-month-old.
When the disease was first diagnosed, Gong Yuanzheng was so frightened by his excessive imagination that he couldn't eat during the day or sleep at night.
He took a long vacation from the medical school, leaving behind his unfinished research projects, and stayed close to Zhang Xueming. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with worry that was about to overflow, making people feel nervous just by looking at him.
It was only after his mother-in-law, Yang, who had experience in giving birth to twins, came to talk to him, and Zhang Xueming tried various ways to comfort him, that he finally relaxed a little.
After taking her pulse, Gong Yuanzheng washed his hands and brought a piece of milk cake to her mouth.
Zhang Xueming took two bites of the food from his hand, swallowed it with difficulty, and fell asleep.
Gong Yuanzheng couldn't help but ask the nanny, his eyes were sinister and intimidating: "Is it normal for Zhaozhao to be so sleepy? It's been almost four months."
It was like this every day, sleeping during the day and not awake at night. She would often fall asleep while talking to him. Sometimes she would suddenly fall forward while eating. If Gong Yuanzheng hadn't been paying attention to her and holding her up in time, she might have smashed the bowls on the table with her face.
The nanny was specially trained by the Zhang family to take care of pregnant women and women who had just given birth. She was very experienced. Seeing Gong Yuanzheng asking the same question again, she was not afraid and smiled as she answered the same question every day: "It's normal. Some pregnant women will be sleepy from the early stages of pregnancy until before giving birth. The young master can eat and move, but he just sleeps a little more. It's okay."
Gong Yuanzheng stared at her silently for a while before returning to sit next to Zhang Xueming, like a dragon guarding treasure, not willing to even blink.