Chapter 109
Can you bear an heir for His Majesty?
Jiang He calmed down and confirmed from the eager look on Li Wenzhou's thin cheeks that he had indeed said these words.
Li Wenzhou knew about her affair with Zhao Zheng.
The Queen Mother once forced her to stay overnight to have a baby, but he refused, and he might also know that.
Then what he says now...
Li Wenzhou has been with Zhao Zheng since he left Yong State as a hostage when he was six years old.
At that time, Zhao Zheng was still a child.
I heard that he was stubborn, cold and didn't like to talk. Those who took care of him must have taken a lot of care.
Before Zongjun was trained, Li Wenzhou almost died because he often helped Zhao Zheng test poison.
Zhao Zheng trusts him, and he may not even realize it himself. This trust goes beyond the relationship between master and Li Wenzhou also did everything for Zhao Zheng, and his starting point must be for Zhao Zheng's good.
But Jiang He is not married to Zhao Zheng now, and he has no obligation to bear children for Zhao Zheng.
But Li Wenzhou first asked the doctor, the expert, and then asked her if she could give birth to a child for Zhao Zheng.
"Ah Weng," Jiang He's eyes showed a little suspicion and his expression became cold, "Did something happen to Your Majesty?"
Li Wenzhou obviously didn't expect that Jiang He would be able to pin this matter on Zhao Zheng with just a few inquiries.
According to the calculations of the imperial doctor, Zhao Zheng's body can only support him for more than one princess of Zhao Kingdom is coming soon, and Li Wenzhou secretly hopes that Jiang He will be the one to give birth to the eldest son of Yong Kingdom for Zhao Zheng.
Only in this way, when the king dies, the young king of Yong will grow up under the careful guidance of his mother and fulfill the last wish of the late king to unify the six countries.
But he was recovering from a long illness and temporarily forgot how smart Jiang He was.
Struggling in his heart, Li Wenzhou suddenly felt that Jiang He had grasped his eyes were cold and eager, her face turned pale due to nervousness, and she asked again: "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"
Li Wenzhou shook his head violently and said: "Your Majesty is fine, it's none of your business. This slave is talking too much. This slave is talking too much."
He raised his hand and hit himself in the face with a crisp "pop" sound.
"Ah Weng," Jiang He stopped his arm, his voice already filled with tears, "Even if you disobey your order, you must tell me what you should know."
It is indeed your order not to let Jiang He know about Zhao Zheng's physical condition.
Only the Queen Mother, Li Wenzhou, and a handful of imperial doctors knew about it in the palace.
Zhao Zheng said that if anyone dares to leak it, the three clans will sit together.
Li Wenzhou lowered his head and said nothing, and Jiang He continued: "If it's not convenient for me to say it, I'll ask. If I'm wrong, you can just refute me."
Her voice was trembling a little, and she tried her best to calm down, and said warmly: "After Your Majesty gave Zongjun to me, was he poisoned again?"
Li Wenzhou hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
"Does he have any other terminal illness?"
Li Wenzhou shook his head again.
"That means the remaining poison has not been cleared away," Jiang He no longer needed to ask. She seemed a little confused for a moment. She took a few steps forward, then turned back. She didn't know where to put her legs and feet, and her hands were shaking in her sleeves. She suddenly realized He said, "That time, His Majesty was poisoned by Lord Chang'an at the banquet for the Six Nations, and it was too late to detoxify."
It was too late to detoxify, in order to go to the Wei Palace to find her.
So the Queen Mother was in a hurry to choose a concubine for Zhao Zheng, and she was one of the 99 beauties, and she was the princess of the Zhao Kingdom, and even forced her.
So Li Wenzhou also came to ask her if she was willing.
"Confused!" Jiang He suddenly shouted sharply.
She grasped Li Wenzhou's sleeves with such force that she almost pulled him down.
"Confused! The remaining poison in Your Majesty's body has not been cleared away. Is the most important thing to give birth to an heir for him? Of course, he should find a doctor to treat him! There are so many countries in the world and so many doctors. I will look for them in each place. Find somewhere!”
She said that and left, as if she couldn't wait a moment longer.
With a "plop", Li Wenzhou knelt down behind her.
"Your Highness," he said with a sad voice, "it's useless. The doctor said that although we have the antidote for drunkenness, His Majesty has more than just one kind of poison. The remaining poisons are many, many poisons. Your Majesty has grown up since he was a child. , has been poisoned by almost all poisons. If you want to try the antidote, you have to have someone test the poison. After the test, you are lucky enough not to die, and then you can detoxify and prepare the antidote. Your Majesty will not allow such a cruel and inhumane thing."
Jiang He's body froze.
She felt as if she was standing in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and a basin of cold water poured over her head, freezing her inch by inch.
Zhao Zheng was still discussing matters with the ministers.
Early winter has just arrived, and he has already used charcoal fire.
And those frowns in sleep, the expressions of enduring pain.
I should have discovered his abnormality long ago, but I missed it.
He is so young and powerful, with unstoppable energy in his eyes and a sharpness that can conquer mountains and rivers in his and measured, you rule the world.
Even if you are independent enough, you can't help but want to rely on him.
But he was going to die.
He is going to fell from Jiang He's face. She forgot how to walk and where she was going.
The guards didn't dare to block her, and the palace maids didn't dare to ask her. She walked straight into Zhiyang Palace and Zhao Zheng's bedroom.
The main hall of Zhiyang Palace had been demolished and rebuilt, but brick by brick it still looked like it had been when they lived together last summer.
The pillow embroidered with mountains and rivers was unfolded, revealing a bottle of golden sore medicine underneath.
That was the only gift she made for him.
Jiang He couldn't help crying. When he was tired of crying, he turned over and fell asleep.
Late at night, Jiang He felt someone gently pull up the thin quilt and cover her.
She pretended not to notice and continued to close her eyes.
The man slowly lay down, not next to her, but Jiang He still felt the coldness on his body.
How could he warm his bed when it was so cold?
Jiang He turned over and hugged Zhao Zheng's neck.
Compared to Zhao Zheng, she seemed to have a ball of fire.
In order not to disturb Jiang He, the candlelight in the hall was very weak.
Zhao Zheng couldn't see her face clearly, but he was warmed by the warmth of her body and said with a smile, "It's delivered to your door tonight."
Jiang He remained silent.
"You..." he said.
"Me." Jiang He raised his head and kissed Zhao Zheng's lips.
I am as happy as you are.
This is more charming than any love words.
"Ahe..." After being at a loss for a moment, Zhao Zheng hugged her into his arms, "What's wrong with you?"
"I was naughty when I was a child," Jiang He cried, resting his head on Zhao Zheng's shoulder. "One moment I said I wanted to learn to fight, and the next I said I wanted to learn weaving. I didn't know at the time that the most important thing I should do was study medicine."
Zhao Zheng's body was slightly stiff and his breath was stagnant. He was silent amidst her cries, but comforted her with soft kisses.
She got it.
He didn't want her to know or worry.
"Zhao Zheng," Jiang He hugged him tightly with his arms and suddenly said seriously, "You won't die, I'll save you."
You won't die, I'm here to save you.
This was the most touching thing he had ever heard.
He was born as the legitimate son of the Yong Kingdom, shouldering heavy responsibilities from all over the is the hope of his people and a pawn for the Yong Kingdom to become stronger. He cannot be weak for a moment.
Even though he was ill, the mother wanted him to give birth to an heir as soon as possible.
Only Jiang He felt sorry for him as if he were an ordinary person.
"Ah He, don't be afraid," Zhao Zheng's arms held her tighter, "Gu is fine. If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you."
He kissed her tears away and spoke sweet words of love to her while holding her earlobe in his said that she forgot her sadness for a moment.
When Jiang He left the palace on the second day, it was already after noon.
At this time, it should be the time when Zheng Xinguan's son Zheng Ling came to her to learn the art of war.
Just as her father had taught her, she also taught Zheng Ling patiently.
This kid is smart, but very naughty.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of the house, and Su Yu, the commander of the Weiwei Army, came out of it.
Jiang He lifted the car curtain and asked him, "General Su is here, is there anything wrong?"
Su Yu nodded and said: "Today the Japanese general went to the school grounds. I heard that Zheng Ling has not been there for three days. After all, he is Master Zheng's son. I am worried and came here to have a look."
"Is he there?" Jiang He glanced into the courtyard.
She did not come back from the court meeting yesterday, and the homework was assigned to Zheng Ling the day before yesterday.
Zheng Ling was still fine at that time.
"Not here." Su Yu said worriedly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Jun hurriedly walked out with more than a dozen guards.
"Something happened to Zheng Ling."
He didn't have time to explain, so he led his men and rode away.
(End of this chapter)