When there was no war, Zhou Chen was enjoying his leisure time. He spent most of his time practicing Pure Yang Jue, and he would also practice martial arts with his troops, so his life was quite relaxed.
He is a person who has experienced peace and war, so he understands the value of peace better. Just like in modern society, if it were not for peace, how could he live so comfortably.
But what is different from later generations is that the current peace of the Song Dynasty is somewhat false and false prosperity.
It's strange to say that before he obtained the system, he always had various fantasies in the real world, such as traveling to ancient times to be an emperor, awakening to take control of the world, lying drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman, having three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two
Concubine or something.
But this time he really traveled to the fictional Song Dynasty, but he had no such idea.
He has also thought about the reasons. One is that although he has never been an emperor, he has traveled through more than a dozen worlds and has enjoyed too much. His desires have also been released and satisfied to a great extent in each world, and he has lived a long life.
After hundreds of years and countless experiences, he is no longer the same person he was before time travel.
Of course, it may also be because there is no pressure. After all, he is traveling through time as the heir of a marquis. If he is traveling through time as a prince, then there is no need to say that he will definitely compete for the supreme position.
If you are not in your position, you will not seek the government. This saying is quite reasonable sometimes.
"General, your letter is from Tokyo."
The guard outside the door gently knocked on Zhou Chen's bedroom door, and after receiving Zhou Chen's reply, he quickly told the reason.
Zhou Chen in the bedroom recovered from the state of practicing cross-legged.
"come in."
Taking the letter from his personal guard Qin Yi, he recognized it at a glance. It was from his old father in Tokyo, which made him frown slightly.
In the past two years, Mr. Zhou Laohou has sent him many letters. The contents are different, but every time there is a common reason, which is to urge him to return to Beijing as soon as possible to get engaged.
Originally, Lord Zhou shouldn't have to worry about this kind of thing, but his first wife, Zhou Chen's mother, has passed away, and Zhou Chen is his only son, and he was injured on the battlefield in his early years and is not in good health, so
He had to urge Zhou Chen, wanting to see his son start a family and let the Zhongyong Hou Mansion be passed down.
For this reason, when he sent the letter, he also sent several portraits to Zhou Chen. The portraits were of some of the ladies in Tokyo for Zhou Chen to choose from.
But there are just a few portraits, how could Zhou Chen choose? There are no photos these days, and the portraits are not accurate. Who knows how different the real people are from the portraits.
In addition, even if he is currently guarding the border, he cannot leave if he wants to. Therefore, he has not returned to Tokyo once for several years since he came to the border.
But this time it was different. After reading the letter in his hand, Zhou Chen's expression became extremely serious.
"Can't you hold it anymore? It's time to go back to Tokyo."
The content of the letter is very important to Zhou Chen. His current father, Zhongyong Hou Zhou Laohou, is seriously ill and will not be around for long, so he is asked to return to Tokyo as soon as possible to see him for the last time.
He has inherited everything about himself in this world, but it is not clear that he has a deep father-son affection for Mr. Zhou Laohou.
But after all, he is his current father, and the Marquis Zhongyong is one of the top nobles in Tokyo. As the only heir, if the old Marquis really dies and no one else is around, what kind of trouble might happen?
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He had no reason to go back before, but now he has a reason, and Zhou Laohou has also asked the current officials for instructions. Now he only needs to complete the necessary procedures, hand over the duties, etc., and then he can leave the border and return to Bianjing City.
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"Qin Yi, tidy up. We will return to Beijing in a few days."
Although he has to hand over his duties, these personal guards of his will naturally have to be taken away. These people were all promoted by him. In the future, they can enter his prince's mansion and become his confidant's soldiers.
More than ten days later, Zhou Chen had handed over everything, and then left the northwest border with dozens of personal guards and went straight to Tokyo, the capital of the Song Dynasty.
Traveling lightly, with all customs clearance documents in hand, and working hard all the way, Zhou Chen and his party arrived in Tokyo in only six days.
Looking at the towering city wall in front of him and the people coming and going, Zhou Chen looked calm, but the guards who came to Beijing with him, except for the three domestic servants who went to the army with him, all showed shock.
Desperate expression.
"Is this Tokyo City?"
As Zhou Chen's personal bodyguards, most of them came to Tokyo for the first time. Even if they just saw the Tokyo city walls, they were shocked. An indescribable emotion surged into their hearts, and they looked ahead excitedly.
As the captain of the personal guard, Qin Yi came to Tokyo for the first time, but he quickly recovered, guarded Zhou Chen's left side, and asked softly.
"General, shall we enter the city now?"
Zhou Chen also stared at the huge fonts on the city wall. He had a broad view. Although the city of Tokyo was majestic and majestic, it was not enough to shock him.
But he knew that in this day and age, Tokyo could definitely be said to be one of the most prosperous cities in the world, and even one of them could be removed.
Because Tokyo is the capital of the Song Dynasty today, the economic, cultural, political and military center, and the center that the entire Song Dynasty people and even various foreign races yearn for.
"Enter the city!"
Zhou Chen shouted loudly, then waved his riding whip and led the people towards the city gate.
Tokyo, also known as Bianjing, was the capital of the Song Dynasty. Its status did not change until the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty and the establishment of the Southern Song Dynasty.
This place was Bianzhou in the Tang Dynasty, the Eastern Capital in the Later Liang Dynasty, and Tokyo in the Later Jin Dynasty. It was also the capital of the Later Han Dynasty and the Later Zhou Dynasty. After the founding of the Northern Song Dynasty, it was also the capital. However, on the basis of the old city, it was transformed several times.
The scale of reconstruction and reconstruction far exceeds that of the previous generation.
Tokyo is divided into outer city, inner city and imperial city.
The outer city wall is more than fifty miles long and has eleven gates, three on the south, two on the east and west, and four on the north. Because four canals run through it, there are nine water gates. There is a moat outside the city, called the Dragon Guard.
The river is more than ten feet wide, and willows are planted along the river.
The inner city is in the middle of Tokyo City, slightly northwest. The city wall is more than 20 miles in circumference and has ten city gates.
The Imperial City is also called the Palace City. The city wall is five miles in circumference and has six gates.
The entire Tokyo has three city walls, four canals, thirty-three bridges, four imperial roads, and more than forty palaces.
Zhou Chen and the others entered through one of the west gates and went straight to the inner city, where the Zhongyong Hou Mansion was located.
When they arrived in the city, they naturally couldn't speed up their horses and couldn't pick up the speed. However, their speed was not too slow and they soon arrived at the Zhongyong Marquis' Mansion.
Originally, as a border general, Zhou Chen was supposed to meet with the officials after returning to Beijing. However, because Lord Zhou was seriously ill, the officials granted him an amnesty, allowing Zhou Chen to return to the prince's residence first.
"Little Marquis? Little Marquis, you are finally back."
After the concierge opened the door and saw Zhou Chen, his eyes filled with excitement and tears, and he shouted loudly: "The young Marquis is back."
As the only legitimate son of Marquis Zhongyong, Zhou Chen is indeed qualified to be called the Young Marquis. After all, he is the only heir apparent.
Zhou Chen didn't have any more words to say, so he directly asked the concierge to arrange his personal guards, and then walked into the mansion.
After a while, a middle-aged man dressed as a butler came over.
"Brother Chen, you are finally back. The Marquis has been waiting for you."
This man is the housekeeper of the Zhongyong Hou Mansion. He has served in the Hou Mansion for more than thirty years. He has been working in the house since the first generation of Zhongyong Hou, Zhou Chen's grandfather, and he is now a confidant of Mr. Zhou.
Zhou Chen quickened his pace and asked, "Uncle Yan, how is my father's physical condition now?"
Zhou Yan looked hesitant and replied cautiously: "Master Hou's health is not very optimistic, but after seeing you, brother Chen, maybe he will recover."
As soon as he heard this, Zhou Chen knew that the situation of his father, the Marquis, was not good. Although he had never seen him after time travel, he was his father after all. There was not much family affection between father and son, but he still respected him very much.
An old marquis.
So he quickened his pace again, passed through the courtyard gate, and came to the old Marquis's bedroom in the main courtyard.
Before entering the house, Zhou Chen could already smell the strong smell of medicinal herbs. After entering the house, the smell was even more pungent, but Zhou Chen didn't care and his eyes instantly fell on the figure lying on the bed inside.
"father."
Zhou Chen walked to the bed and called softly.
Now he could see the condition of Lord Zhou more clearly. He was as skinny as a stick and not considered old, but his face was as pale as paper and his breathing was heavy.
As an experienced doctor, Zhou Chen could tell at a glance that his father, the Marquis, was terminally ill and would die soon.
This is because the body has reached its limit and there is no cure.
Zhou Chen called a few more times, and Zhou Xiancai, who was sleeping, opened his cloudy eyes. But when he saw Zhou Chen beside the bed, his eyes suddenly became brighter.
"Chen'er, you, you are back."
"I'm back, Dad, how could you become so serious?"
In the memory he gained, although his father was physically injured, he was still strong and not to this extent. After all, he had only been away for five years.
"Ahem."
Zhou Xian coughed a few times and asked Zhou Chen to help him stand up and lean against the bedside.
To be continued...