Shen Wuhua glanced at the room and could still see Li Xingchen's back.
Xiao Xiang's character has become more and more similar to Li Xingchen's, and he is indistinguishable.
It is true that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.
And I don’t know what it will gradually become under the influence of Li Xingchen?
"Let's go sister Shen, let's go see sister Le'er too." Xiao Xiang grabbed Shen Wuhua's wrist.
"Okay!" Shen Wuhua agreed hastily.
Li Xingchen was already sitting by the bed at this time, gently holding Lechang's hand.
Lechang's face was pale, and her hand was weakly placed on Li Xingchen's. But she was obviously in a good mood, and she managed to squeeze out a smile and joked: "Your Majesty, I am lucky that I have not disgraced my order."
"Indeed, indeed," Li Xingchen laughed suddenly, but added in time, "In my opinion, having a boy or a girl is the same. As long as you can be safe, I am still counting on you to have another daughter. No, two, three, another pair of children!"
In any case, Lechang can be regarded as giving birth to Li Xinchen's first son.
In this era, the inheritance of blood is the most important thing. Having an heir for the lord gives the ministers more strength to continue to be loyal. After all, at least everyone does not have to worry about a successor to the throne after his death. It's a headache to be unable to find anyone, especially for an orphan like Li Xingchen.
This kind of thinking may seem backward to later generations, but at this time it was undoubtedly the foundation for a stable regime.
Li Xingchen has a successor, and he is the bloodline of Lechang, who was born in the royal palace. He is the true eldest son. He will definitely have an irreplaceable role in winning over the hearts of the military and the people as well as the people in the court. Especially since he has always wanted to marry Li Xingchen. The Jiangnan family, which is going in the opposite direction, may have to make some considerations at this time.
In the end, it was better to turn against Li Xinchen, or to fully support his eldest son.
Of course, these eldest sons surrounding Li Xingchen are very likely to be the future princes according to the current eldest son succession practice. The power struggle and changes that are destined to occur are ultimately a matter of course. Li Xingchen will naturally not let his children be exposed as soon as they are born. In the dark whirlpool of court battles.
But no matter what, the appearance of this son is very important and comes at the right time.
Therefore, Lechang can indeed be called "fortunately not disgraced."
"So tired." Lechang murmured. The struggle just now had obviously consumed too much of her energy, and she was already drowsy.
Li Xingchen gently picked up his son, who had wiped off the blood, and said with a smile, "Look, this is our child."
Lechang reluctantly opened his eyes, looked at the baby's features, and said helplessly: "It always feels more like His Majesty."
"After all, he is a son, so he should be like this." Li Xingchen said proudly. He had no intention of talking about the "x" and "y" chromosomes at that time. It is estimated that no one would understand him if he said it. "Have another daughter." It should be just like you."
Lechang chuckled, Your Majesty will always act dishonestly in this situation.
And Li Xingchen held her hand tightly: "Have a good rest. I can see my son, but I can't be with you mother and son. I'm sorry."
"Why did your Majesty say this?" Lechang said hurriedly, "Your Majesty is going to war, so you should take more care."
"I will." Li Xingchen nodded solemnly and looked at his son again.
After the little baby cried, he slept soundly, not at all intimidated by so many people around him.
Now he has a son and a daughter, but unfortunately he doesn't have much time to spend with them. He may be a qualified founding monarch, but he is probably not a qualified father.
"Wuhua, while the queen is recuperating, the whole palace will be left to you." Li Xingchen looked at Shen Wuhua, "While I'm leaving, there are many capable ministers inside and outside the court, but I still have to work hard for you. .”
Shen Wuhua also knew what Li Xingchen was talking about, and bowed solemnly: "I understand."
Li Xingchen remembered something, paused, and turned around and said, "I'm also waiting for the day when you give birth to a child for me. We will have to continue to work hard in the future."
Shen Wuhua's face turned red and she lowered her head slightly.
Li Xingchen succeeded in teasing Shen Wuhua, laughed and left with a wave of his hand.
Wuguan was once a fierce battlefield between Xiao Shilian and He Ruobi.
At this time, the various destroyed crossbows, trebuchets, ladder trucks, Lu Gong cars, rush cars, etc. on the battlefield had not yet had time to clean up. After all, the main army did not stop at Wuguan and rushed towards Shangluo almost non-stop. Counting now, we should be almost at the edge of Shangluo City.
However, all the corpses on the Wuguan battlefield have been cleaned up and properly buried. Summer is coming, and this is the time when corpses are most susceptible to disease. Disease has always been the most dangerous thing. It is said that during the Western Han Dynasty, no one could stop him across Hexi. The champion prince died suddenly because he drank raw water containing germs, causing the Han Dynasty to lose a star that would be considered bright even in the history of China for five thousand years.
The cemeteries of Han army soldiers and Northern Zhou soldiers are separated.
The tombs of the Han army soldiers are in the south of the city, at the foot of the southern slope of Shaoxi Mountain in the Qinling Mountains where they launched the attack (Author's note: Wuguan is located at the foot of Shaoxi Mountain and was originally called Shaoxiguan). Simple tombstones made of wood are neatly arranged one after another. , indicating the identities of the soldiers who sacrificed their lives to attack this powerful pass, so that their families can come to collect their bones.
The Northern Zhou soldiers were hastily buried in the north of the city. As the defeated, it was considered good that they were not directly burned. At least the Han army tried their best to get them closer to their hometown in Guanzhong.
Pei Zilie, the newly appointed governor of the northwest, accompanied by Lu Guangda, walked through the battlefield in the south of the city. His eyes fell on the rows of tombstones on the hillside. The tombstones were all made of fine Qinling mountain wood. One word after another represents a life that was once so vivid.
Some have names and surnames, while others only have surnames. After all, many soldiers actually did not have their own names at all when they were recruited, and some were named after "making meritorious services" or "defeating the enemy". I don't know if it was unified by the military chiefs, or it was their own whim.
When Pei Zilie went from the south of the Yangtze River to the northwest to take office, there were two ways to go. One was to go up the river, then cross the Shu Road to Hanzhong and then go north to Tianshui or Qizhou. The other was to go directly along the Mian River to Hanzhong. In this era Although the Mianshui River is more dangerous and the water is turbulent, the diagonal line is much closer than a right angle. Of course, Pei Zilie also knows that at this stage of the development of the northwest, it increasingly needs a coach to regulate the situation, so he does not dare to neglect it. , naturally chose the most convenient path.
However, after arriving in Nanxiang, he still made a special trip to Wuguan to take a look.