Sima Zhao, who had not bathed for several days and was just immersed in rushing, exuded a strong sour smell all over his body. Hearing the adult's question, Sima Zhao quickly shook his head:

"Sir, please rest assured that nothing is wrong in Luoyang."

"Then why are you doing this?"

Sima Yi took half a step back due to the sour smell, and then he stopped the tears that were about to burst out.

"My child heard that my mother..." Sima Zhao dodged his eyes, a little nagging, "I heard that my mother was ill, so I was worried. I was anxious, so..."

When Sima Yi heard this, he immediately became angry.

When Sima Zhao saw something was wrong with Sima Yi's expression, he quickly knelt down, went to Sima Yi's feet, hugged Sima Yi's thigh, and cried loudly:

"My lord, my lord, I lost my brother and my heart is so heartbroken. I dare not show it in front of everyone during the day for fear of disturbing people's hearts."

"I could only cover myself in bed and cry bitterly at night, not daring to make a sound. A few days ago, I heard that my mother was ill in Yecheng. The child was in a state of confusion and wished he could fly to his mother to fulfill his filial piety."

Originally he was angry that Sima Zhao left Sima Yi in Luoyang without permission, but when he heard his son crying and saying these words, he couldn't help but look startled.

After a long time, he sighed deeply, put his hand on Sima Zhao's head, stroked his hair and said:

"Your mother is fine. Please get up first and go see her."

Sima Zhao finally stopped crying, and after bowing to Sima Yi, he went to visit Zhang Chunhua.

When Sima Zhao passed by him, Sima Yi smelled the sour smell and suddenly said:

"Sir, your mother has been in a bad mood these past few days. I'm afraid she won't be able to smell your scent, so she needs to take a bath first before going."

Hearing this, Sima Zhao quickly turned around and faced Sima Yi to answer.

Looking at the back of his son leaving in a hurry, Sima Yi suddenly sighed:

"Although Zi Shang is not as talented as Zi Yuan, his filial piety is as good as Zi Yuan's, which is rare..."

Wang Yuanji was afraid that something would happen to Zhang Chunhua again, so she had been waiting on her aunt in formal clothes these days. When she saw her husband arriving, she couldn't help being surprised and happy:

"Alang, why are you here?"

"I'm here to see my mother."

Sima Zhao, who had changed his clothes, looked at Zhang Chunhua, who was half lying on the couch, and said hello:

"Mom, the baby is late, are you okay?"

Zhang Chunhua, who had lost his eldest son and had been feeling a little depressed these days, couldn't help but think of Master Sima again when he saw Sima Zhao.

Her face became sad, and she stretched out her hand to signal Sima Zhao to come over:

"Zi Shang, why are you here?"

Wang Yuanji quickly explained:

"Back to Auntie, it was me who made the decision and sent someone to deliver the letter to Luoyang."

Then he looked at Sima Zhao:

"But I sent another letter the next day, saying that Agu was fine. Didn't Alang receive the message?"

Sima Zhao shook his head:

"As soon as I received Mr. Xi's letter, I set out immediately. I must have not met the messenger on the way."

As Sima Zhao spoke, he stepped forward and held Zhang Chunhua's hand:

"Mom, how do you feel now? Is it okay?"

Zhang Chunhua shook his head:

"What can happen to me?"

She looked outside the door and then lowered her voice:

"What will Luoyang do if you come here like this? Will your father blame you?"

Hearing this, Sima Zhao glanced at Wang Yuanji subconsciously, then shook his head and comforted:

"Don't worry, Mom, the arrangements have been made before the child leaves Luoyang."

As he spoke, he hesitated for a moment and then said:

"Besides, given the current situation in Luoyang, if the Western thieves really come to attack, even if I am there, it will probably be of no use."

"So I came here this time not only because I am worried about my mother, but also because I want to ask you what your plans are for Luoyang."

There is nothing better than knowing a son like a mother.

What's more, Zhang Chunhua is quite intelligent.

It's just that these days she has been suffering from the pain of losing her son, so when she saw Sima Zhao, she didn't think anything of it, and then asked those words.

When I saw my son's appearance and heard these words, I had already vaguely guessed it.

She glanced at Wang Yuanji who was showing respect, pondered for a moment, and finally nodded:

"What you said makes sense. This time when you come here, you should really ask your lord clearly. It is better than staying alone in Luoyang and not knowing what to do."

Seeing his mother say this, Sima Zhao knew that it was not wrong to come to Yecheng this time.

His heart, which had been secretly hanging, was finally relieved.

At least, with my mother's support, my father's test won't be too difficult.

Thinking of this, Sima Zhao perked up and began to greet Zhang Chunhua.

With his son and daughter-in-law under the same knee, Zhang Chunhua's gloomy mood finally eased a little.

After waiting for Zhang Chunhua to rest, Sima Zhao and his wife came out of Zhang Chunhua's room.

As soon as Sima Zhao came out, he was notified by the servants who had been waiting outside, asking him to see the Taifu immediately.

Sima Zhao did not dare to neglect, and regardless of his physical fatigue, he hurriedly went to see Sima Yi again.

There was no imaginary accusation against him for abandoning Luoyang. Sima Yi sat there and just motioned for Sima Zhao to sit down with a gentle expression, and then asked:

"Have you made any arrangements for Luoyang before you came here?"

When Sima Zhao heard this, he immediately knelt in front of Sima Yi again, with a sad expression on his face:

"My lord, the child is stupid and has failed to live up to your expectations! After the eldest brother left, the child was overwhelmed by the chaos in Luoyang and plunged Luoyang into chaos. Please punish me father."

Sima Yi originally wanted to question him, but now he saw him admitting his mistake.

Seeing his thin face and the tiredness that couldn't be concealed on his face, I couldn't say anything I wanted to accuse him at this time.

After all, Master Sima died not long ago, so it would be wrong to say that Sima Yi did not feel sad.

When he saw Sima Zhao at this time, he could not help but think of Master Sima, and he could not harden his heart.

"Get up, get up first and then talk."

Sima Yi reached out to help him up, let Sima Zhao sit next to him, and sighed slightly:
Chapter completed!