Chapter 106 Leaving a name for generations to come In the past, he had no one or anything to worry about.
But it was different now. When he thought of Jiang He living outside the palace wall, Zhao Zheng was worried about the ability of those guards and whether they could protect her safety.
Judging from the way Wei Ji slipped in yesterday, it was obviously not reassuring.
Moreover, Zhao Zheng hopes to see her face when he goes to sleep every day and also sees her face when he wakes up.
It was really difficult for him to endure not being able to see her often.
If he had promised her to live outside the palace, now he wanted to break his promise.
Jiang He put down the water glass and turned around, his gait as easy as a deer.
She opened the brocade quilt and got into Zhao Zheng's arms.
"What?" With a cute smile on her face, the woman slid her fingers across Zhao Zheng's chest and said softly, "Your Majesty, you can come when you want. If you can't come, summon me. Isn't that enough?"
"Not enough." Zhao Zheng hugged her and looked at her inch by inch.
He finally understood the reason why the ancestors of the Yong Kingdom set the rule of abstinence before wedding.
In the eyes of the world, Jiang He is a descendant of an invincible military next to him, she was a woman with the heart of Binghun Xuepolan, but she could also seduce him.
It’s hard to believe that these qualities can be combined so perfectly into one person.
She really couldn't bear to die like this.
"Isn't it enough?" She suppressed her smile, with a cunning look on her eyes and brows, and tapped Zhao Zheng's shoulder with her finger.
"Is there not enough here?"
Then he moved down and touched his heart.
"It's still here...or..." She seemed to move her fingers, but she didn't. She spun around and raised her little face to look at Zhao Zheng.
Jiang He opened his mouth slightly, showing a provocative look.
"Nowhere is enough!"
Zhao Zheng turned over and pressed her into his arms, and was about to kiss her when he suddenly heard someone speaking outside.
Su Yu asked His Majesty if he would stay here.
Cai Ling answered honestly yes.
"You should teach your maid to lie." Zhao Zheng said.
"The king doesn't need to go to court early, just be a weak king." Jiang He said deliberately.
Zhao Zheng smiled and kissed her forehead and let her go.
After breakfast, Jiang He walked around the new house a few times, and another visitor came to the house.
Either officials from the DPRK or the Central Government came to discuss national policy matters, or scholars with self-respecting talents recommended themselves as disciples, or even some people who knew a little about wielding swords and sticks wanted to know how to enlighten the art of war.
Jiang He either had a good chat with them or dealt with the matter, and it was noon.
Zongjun, who was sent to Chu State by Jiang He, returned.
There was no joy on his face as he returned home from a long journey, but a bit more of the shoes were wet and stained with yellow mud.
This strange look made Cai Ling's smile fade from her joy.
She turned to look worriedly at Jiang He who came out.
"What?" Jiang He asked.
Zongjun tightened the reins in his hands, his face covered in dust could not bear to speak.
"Say."
She is not afraid of hearing bad news, but she is afraid of having her eyes and ears blindfolded.
"Your Highness," Zongjun whispered, "I thought you were still at Han Canal, so I went there directly by the official road last night. I didn't see you, but I saw——"
"Oh, Manager Zong, please explain clearly!" Cai Ling was so anxious that she wanted to reach out and pull out the words from Zongjun's mouth, "Don't you think we are not anxious enough?"
"Your Highness Princess," Commander Zong sighed, "Navy Master Zheng Xinguan committed suicide by jumping off a cliff."
When Jiang He arrived at Han Qu, he only saw a white mourning shed set up beside the altar.
The shed was in tatters and looked like it had been used a thousand is covered with gray and brown patches, and there are many holes.
But from the mourning shed to the Han Canal, there were crowds of people coming to express their condolences.
There were men, women, old and young. They supported each other and looked people began to cry uncontrollably before they even reached the funeral shed.
A woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed with her infant child in her arms.
She murmured: "Mother brought you out, not because she was afraid that you would catch a cold, but because she was afraid that you would not know who your savior was. When mother was pregnant with you, she did not dare to have any more children. It was only when she heard that the imperial court wanted to build a canal that she dared to take you out. born to."
She kowtowed "dong dong", tears dripping into the baby's swaddling clothes.
Jiang He turned away, her lips were bitten by her teeth, and the smell of blood spread in her mouth.
"Han An?"
Lighting the incense, Jiang He saluted the coffin and muttered to himself, as if he was asking himself or the dead navy master.
"Yes." Zong Jun took a step forward and said, "There was an emergency yesterday. I found Han An's personal letter in Lord Zheng's camp."
It is extremely rare for a king of a country to write a letter in person to force a good minister to commit suicide.
"Where is Mr. Zheng's family?" Jiang He suddenly remembered something and asked nervously.
"It has been rescued," Zongjun said. "Last night, my servant ordered people to rescue him, and we got the news today. Mr. Zheng only has his mother and son at home. They are all safe and sound now and are on their way here."
Fortunately, Zongjun discovered it in time and rescued Zheng Xinguan's family before Han An took even so, she will spend the rest of her life in regret.
I hate myself for not thinking ahead and being softer than the enemy.
There is a walking stick placed in front of Zheng Xinguan's was what he used to test the depth of the water.
After the Han Canal was repaired, he took this walking stick into Tianyan Mountain alone and drew a map of the cave was reluctant to use a stronger iron staff, and the wooden cane was carved with scale lines with a the years, whether he was controlling floods in Yingze or repairing chasm canals, he always carried this cane.
Looking at this stick, it was like seeing him standing in front of me.
——"Your Highness, it's great that you can help me."
——"I heard that the art of war relies on flexibility, so it is similar to building canals. I would like to thank Your Highness for your kindness."
He is obviously a Korean, and he can obviously do anything to save his life.
But he still jumped for the sake of the people.
Jiang He raised his hand and picked up the cane.
Zheng Guo, named Xinguan.
The people of Xinzheng returned to the land of Guanzhong.
The cane scratched the ground, stroke by stroke, carving into the soil.
The strokes used by Cangjie to create characters, horizontally, vertically and horizontally resemble the wind and rain of heaven and earth, while the vertical and horizontal strokes represent the mountains and rivers.
The water from the canal nourished the land along the bank, and the cane passed through the newly sprouted buds and the grass and flowers that bloomed all over the field overnight.
Jiang He seemed to have spent all his energy writing these three words slowly.
"Zongjun!" she called loudly.
"exist!"
"Erect a monument for your lord!" Jiang He slammed his stick on the ground and said loudly, "The name of this canal will be changed from today on! From now on, it will be called Zheng Guo Canal for thousands of generations."
Zheng Guoqu! Name it after the man who built it, and name it after the man who perished in it.
Time cannot keep his people, but he can leave his name forever from generation to generation.
Along the way, I don’t know how many more people will die.
How many people can't even leave a word or a name.
In just one year, Jiang He felt that she was much sharper and colder than she was last year, and her heart was much harder.
She did not speed up the pace of conquering Korea because of Zheng Xinguan being forced to death.
Don't be anxious, don't panic, and don't start a war wantonly just to vent your anger.
The knife in her hand needs to be sharpened slowly and then slashed quickly.
The enemy will be frightened and their heads will fall off when they hear the news.
People were left to arrange the funeral and wait to welcome Zheng Xinguan's family. Jiang He sat in the carriage and opened the curtain.
It was just when the sun was setting that the place where the sky and the earth met in the west was the beautiful scenery that my father loved during his lifetime.
At this time, the family of Chen Jingshi, his father's old friend, should have arrived in Linzi, the capital of Qi.
I don’t know if Jiang Ben’s injury has recovered.
He will make proper arrangements for the people you entrust him to take care of.
Jiang He really didn't want another good person to die.
Jiang Ben, the young master of Qi State, was sitting on his knees behind the bench, holding two letters in his left and right hands.
The right hand was written by Jiang He, asking him to take care of Chen Jingshi's family.
The left hand is written by Zhao Zheng, with a few words: "The Chen clan has escaped from our Yong Kingdom. Check quickly and kill them on sight."
Who should you listen to?
In addition to these two letters, there is also a box of things.
He simply dropped the letter and opened the wooden box.
It was packed to the brim.
In addition to the golden sore medicine and some supplements made by Jiang He himself, there was also a handful of colorful beads.
My sister said in the letter: "Agate is produced in Yongguo. Although my brother won't wear it, he can keep it for future children to play with."
But my sister obviously has never taken care of the children herself.
Each of these agates is as big as a goose egg. If a child throws it casually, it will easily break someone's head.
It's better for him to keep it himself.
After thinking about it, Jiang Ben made up his mind and said: "How to fool Zhao Zheng? By the way! Just say that the Chen clan was kidnapped by the Wei State! Who is in the Wei State?"
A face appeared in front of him.
"Just you, Mr. Wei."
Three days after Zheng Xinguan was buried, the Zheng clan members were taken to the Yong capital by Jiang He and settled down.
There is only a courtyard wall between the newly purchased house and Jiang He's house, making it easier to take care of.
Zheng Xinguan's son is 15 years old. He keeps his head down all the time and pays no attention to anyone.
Although his mother lost her son in old age, she could barely keep herself up for the sake of her grandson.
Zhao Zheng proposed a decree to provide compensation to Zheng Xinguan's family and allow his son to enter the court as an official at the age of the official position is small, it can also comfort Zheng Xinguan's spirit in heaven.
Jiang He spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in the palace.
After finishing the royal meal, Zhao Zheng suddenly said: "Aweng is awake."
(End of this chapter)