Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 281 Sending a Message to Xiqi

At this moment, Ji Chang's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened. In those eyes, there was initially a mixture of confusion and fatigue.

But soon, a sense of clarity and determination gradually emerged, and he glanced at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar environment around him.

"The king is awake!"

A general shouted excitedly, and everyone came forward and asked about Ji Chang's physical condition with concern.

"My king, how do you feel?"

The other general's voice trembled slightly as he asked cautiously, fearing to disturb Ji Chang's rest.

Ji Chang gently raised his hand to indicate that he was fine. Although his voice was a little weak, his dignity and composure remained unchanged:

"I am fine, just a little tired. Don't worry, everyone. Where is the doctor?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to the doctor who was standing aside and waiting silently.

Upon seeing this, the doctor hurried forward a few steps, knelt down in front of Ji Chang's bed, folded his hands in front of his chest, bowed, and replied respectfully:

"Your Majesty, I am here!"

Ji Chang looked at the doctor in front of him and raised his hand slightly. Although the movement was light, it carried a kingly aura that could not be ignored. He slowly said:

"Get up. I want to ask you, what is my physical condition at this moment?"

The doctor had just stood up when he heard Ji Chang's question. He quickly knelt on the ground again and said respectfully:

"Reporting to the king, you have been busy with military affairs recently, working day and night, which has caused your qi and blood to be weak."

"Especially last time, you got so angry that you vomited blood, which laid the groundwork for your fainting this time."

Ji Chang listened to the doctor's words, frowned, and said in a deep voice:

"Doctor, what is my physical condition like? Is there anything that needs special attention?"

Upon hearing this, the doctor frowned, his expression revealing worry that could not be ignored. He pondered for a moment, finally mustered up the courage, and slowly said in the most sincere tone:

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for speaking frankly. Your body should not be overworked any more. Only rest can help you recover."

As he spoke, he took out a delicate bamboo scroll from his sleeve and gently unfolded it. It contained dense records of various rare medicinal materials and complex methods of combining them:

"I have prepared a special prescription for you. You must take it on time to strengthen your body and regulate your qi and blood."

Ji Chang couldn't help but feel a complex emotion when he heard this. He had never expected that his long-term hard work and running around had made his body so exhausted.

He raised his head and looked outside the tent, his thoughts drifting away, thinking about his own plan to conquer Shang, which had just begun and had not yet produced any results.

However, his body was no longer strong enough to support him to accomplish this feat, and Ji Chang felt even more depressed.

"Cough cough..."

A violent cough interrupted Ji Chang's thoughts. He covered his chest, his face was as pale as paper, and a trace of unwillingness and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, the generals around him came forward to ask questions with concern, but Ji Chang just waved his hand gently to indicate that he was fine.

"How can I...I can't let my own life ruin the important military affairs and the conquest of Shang?"

Although Ji Chang's voice was weak, it carried unquestionable firmness and determination.

Then, Ji Chang's thoughts involuntarily drifted to Ji Fa who was far away in Xiqi.

He knew very well that his second son, Jifa, had shown extraordinary wisdom and courage since he was a child.

However, in Ji Chang's heart, there was always an insurmountable hurdle - that was his eldest son Bo Yikao.

Bo Yikao was gentle and talented. He was the son that Ji Chang valued the most and the most ideal heir in his mind.

Therefore, despite Ji Fa's outstanding performance, Ji Chang never really considered letting him take over the power of Xiqi.

But now, Bo Yikao died in Chaoge because of himself, and Ji Chang had no choice.

His body no longer allowed him to personally lead the campaign against Shang, and the future of Xiqi must not stagnate because of this.

At such a critical moment, Ji Chang's attention once again focused on Ji Fa.

"Come here, pick up your pen and grind your ink."

Although Ji Chang's voice was a little hoarse, it revealed an unquestionable majesty and determination.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers quickly took action.

A general stepped forward and respectfully took the exquisite wolf-hair brush from the table.

Another general carefully ground the ink block, and the ink color gradually spread in the inkstone pool.

Then, Ji Chang, supported by his two deputy generals, slowly stood up, walked to the desk, and stared at the blank piece of rice paper.

He picked up the pen and lightly touched the ink with the tip of the pen. In an instant, the fragrance of ink filled the air.

Ji Chang took a deep breath, then began to write on the rice paper with great speed.

His handwriting was vigorous and powerful, and every stroke contained his deep affection and earnest expectations for Jifa.

"My son Jifa, it's like seeing you in person..."

Ji Chang wrote and read at the same time, his voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart of everyone present.

He poured into this letter his determination to conquer Shang, his trust and expectations in Ji Fa, and his beautiful vision for the future of Xiqi.

As the last stroke came down, Ji Chang slowly put down his pen.

"Send this letter to Xiqi immediately and make sure to hand it to Ji Fa personally."

Ji Chang folded the letter carefully and handed it to the deputy general beside him.

The deputy general took the order and respectfully took the letter handed to him by Ji Chang with both hands.

"Remember, this letter concerns the fate of our Great Zhou, so you must be careful and cautious."

Ji Chang reminded again, his tone full of trust and expectation for his deputy general.

Upon hearing this, the deputy general nodded heavily and said that he would complete the task at all costs.

As the deputy general turned and left, Ji Chang's eyes followed his back until he disappeared at the door of the tent.

Then, Ji Chang slowly returned to the couch, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

……

Here, Luo Shu brought Yuan Hong and Mu Zha from Sishui Pass to Jiameng Pass.

Inside the city, in the hall of the general's mansion, the atmosphere was warm and leisurely. Yang Jian, Nezha and others sat together, sipping tea or chatting in low voices, enjoying this rare quiet time.

"Second brother, when do you think our master will come to Jiameng Pass again?" Nezha asked Yang Jian, fiddling with the teacup in his hand.

Hearing this, Yang Jian smiled slightly, looked through the window lattice at the gradually quiet sky in the distance, and said slowly:

"I don't know. I don't know what's happening at Qinglong Pass and Sishui Pass."

"That's right. If the master didn't know about the letter, we would be worried." Xiaobai joked.

"Xiaobai, it seems that you can't tell the difference between the big and small kings when I'm not here, and you dare to criticize me."

Before he finished speaking, a breeze blew by, bringing a bit of freshness and extraordinaryness, and a familiar figure came into view.

Then, two more figures appeared behind him.

When everyone saw this, they were all surprised and delighted, and they all stood up and saluted.

"Master!"

Yang Jian stepped forward first, bowed and saluted, his voice full of excitement, "When did you come?"

Taoist Luo Shu was dressed in a green robe, looking as graceful as a fairy, with a warm smile on his face. He raised his hand slightly, motioning everyone to skip the formalities.

"Get up, no need to be so polite. I, the master, just arrived not long ago."