Chapter 11 A "boom" sound was like winter thunder suddenly exploding in the ears. The door of the hall was kicked open from the outside. Hot wind poured into the hall, and a person rushed in.
"stop!"
Zhao Zheng's voice was urgent and he rushed towards Jiang He with quick movements. Jiang He who suddenly turned around only saw his frowning brows, anxious expression, and his dark robes fluttering in the wind.
"What are you doing..." Jiang He's voice was stuck in her throat, and Zhao Zheng was already in front of her.
It's like it's carrying the power of thunder, trying to stop and crush something.
Jiang He's body subconsciously hid backwards, but Zhao Zheng had already stretched out his hand to take away the open gourd on the table.
The gourd was right next to Jiang He, so she subconsciously grabbed it first.
The next moment, Zhao Zheng's running figure did not stop, and reached out to hold her wrist.
Jiang He's evasive force collided with Zhao Zheng's snatching force. She screamed and fell from the makeup stool, and the gourd she was holding in her hand was also thrown high in the fight.
Zhao Zheng held Jiang He's wrist without letting go, and was brought down to the ground.
With two "dong dong" sounds, the gourd fell to the ground, but the white medicinal powder was already like the slow drizzle in spring, staying in the air for a moment, and then falling down one after another.
Jiang He had already fallen to the ground, with Zhao Zheng still pressed on her body.
Feeling ashamed, angry and annoyed, Jiang He shouted in a low voice: "Get out of the way!" before struggling to get up.
But Zhao Zheng pressed down, his voice even angrier than hers.
"do not move!"
He supported the ground with one arm, raised his wide sleeves with the other arm, and put his backhand over his head to block the skylight.
In the small space, the black sleeves covered the heads of Zhao Zheng and Jiang He, leaving only a small amount of light.
She could feel his nervous and shallow breathing, his rising and falling chest touching the skirt of her clothes with every breath, and his knees hitting the ground, locking her legs tightly.
This action is reminiscent of the nuns who teach in the palace.
Jiang He's face was red, his heartbeat was beating, and he was extremely embarrassed and angry, but the white powder outside his sleeves never seemed to be completely dispersed.
It's just that his younger brother gave him a bottle of medicine, and he ran to stop him as if he were facing a powerful turns out that the two brothers are more in conflict with each other than they imagined.
After a long time, Zhao Zheng carefully opened his sleeves and stood up to take off his clothes.
The clothes were stained with medicinal powder. In order to prevent the medicinal powder from seeping into the texture along the skin, Zhao Zheng was as cautious as he would never want this clothes again.
He took off his outer robe and looked at Jiang He, his expression still a bit angry, and said, "Go and take off your clothes and take a shower."
Jiang He turned her back, her cheeks flushed with obvious anger, and she was looking for something on the ground.
Seeing that she did not obey, Zhao Zheng squatted down to pick up a hairpin that fell next to the gourd, and couldn't help but take a step closer.
"I asked you to take off your clothes and take a shower, did you hear me?" His voice was low and he was extremely impatient.
Jiang He ignored him.
She picked up the hairpin and wiped off the ointment on it with her sleeve.
Zhao Zheng had already arrived behind Jiang He. As he spoke, he grabbed Jiang He's collar and lifted her up.
The force was so strong that it seemed like he was trying to throw her away.
But Jiang He stood up suddenly and waved away Zhao Zheng's hand.
"Do you want to be kind?" she said angrily, "It's just powder, look at this!"
The hairpin in Jiang He's hand was the hairpin that he had stirred up a mixture of medicinal powder and pearl cream not long hairpin handle is made of pure silver and can be used to test the toxicity of the ointment.
Now a long time has passed, and the handle of the hairpin is intact, with no trace of being corroded or contaminated by poison.
Zhao Zheng's eyes passed over the handle of the hairpin, and he felt relieved when he understood that she was just studying whether it was poisonous when he opened the door.
After all, he was not stupid enough to die.
"It can't be used," his voice lost some anger, but his expression was still alert, "This is not poisonous, and it may not be poisonous if mixed with other things you use."
She was not allowed to use this, and she was not allowed to use that. She could only endure the pain of being tied up every night, and her arms were swollen? "Thank you so much for the reminder, Your Majesty," Jiang He sneered, folded his sleeves, and said in a clear voice, "If Your Majesty hadn't suddenly rushed in, the room wouldn't have been filled with powdered medicine!"
Zhao Zheng looked sullen and did not speak.
"If you hadn't been so cautious, Your Majesty, I would not have had the red marks on my wrists seen."
Jiang He's sleeves had been turned up, and even though it was only two days old, the stagnant scar was already extremely ’s hard to imagine what it would be like to be tied up next to him day and night.
This garbage is so perverted! Zhao Zheng lowered his eyes with cold light and asked, "Did he see it?"
She asked him to see her injuries, but he only cared about what Zhao Jiao saw.
"So what if you see it?"
Jiang He applied the remaining ointment to his wrist. Zhao Zheng wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
"What happened to you two brothers has nothing to do with me."
Jiang He walked to the dowry, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a small bundle.
Inside the baggage was a letter written by Wei Ji to her. It was the only thing she had brought from the palace.
"Call the maid to clean up."
Jiang He raised his feet and walked out, his small body as straight as an unbreakable bone.
The ointment applied to the strangulation marks was cool, and when I looked at it after a while, I saw that the stagnant area was no longer too red.
Sure enough, it's not poisonous.
Zhao Jiao presented the gourd to the palace maid in front of the female official. If she died as a result, a little investigation could lead to Zhao Jiao's death.
And if Zhao Zheng wants to punish Zhao Jiao, even if Jiang He is fine, this gourd can still stir up a lot of trouble.
Jiang He believed that Zhao Jiao, who looked eccentric and dandy, was not that stupid.
Zhao Zheng was wary of him, why wasn't he wary of his brother? After all, the person with the most power at the moment is Zhao Zheng. If Chang'an Lord Zhao Jiao wants to disturb Dayong Fengyun, he still has some time left.
Jiang He sat on the steps of the palace where the breeze was blowing, leaning against a tall osmanthus chambermaids and maids followed from a distance but did not dare to approach.
This is the palace of the king and queen. Jiang He can be more free and does not have to be bound by court etiquette.
She opened the bundle on her knees and picked up the first letter.
The letter was written on silk and enclosed in a lambskin envelope.
After reaching an agreement with Zhao Zheng in the palace, Jiang He only had time to arrange the letters in order by time, but he hadn't read them yet.
What comes into view is Wei Ji's smart and beautiful seal script. Although some characters are written differently from Qi's, they can be roughly understood.
"It has been more than a month since we parted, and I have returned to Luoyang safely. Everything is safe, Sister He, don't think about it. I ordered people to search for the remains of Jiang Zhengshi, but the search was unsuccessful. I feel guilty and think about it."
This was the first letter written by Wei Ji after he sent himself back to Linzi, the capital of Qi, and then back to Luoyang, the capital of Wei.
Jiang Zhengshi was Jiang He's father and the envoy of Qi State's envoy to Wei State.
Wei Ji knew her thoughts and helped her find her father's remains.
But, how could it be that easy?
It had been several months since the incident, and those assassins might have been ordered by the king of Wei.
Jiang He suddenly didn't dare to read the next letter.
Later, did you find it?Where to be buried? No one has visited his grave for so many years. Is he lonely? Jiang He folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope, looking in the east direction, dazed.
I have to go on, find my father's remains, and bury him and my mother together.
Go to Luoyang to have a look and ask that high-spirited young man a word.
"I know where the things those assassins wanted back then are. Do you want them?"
The sun slowly moved over the top of the head, and half a moment of time flew is like the red makeup of a beauty gradually dissipating, from splendor to loneliness, the cool breeze rises, and night comes.
Jiang He felt a little hungry.
If you want to live well, you must first eat for meal.
It has been several hours since noon.
Li Wenzhou, the head chamberlain, had nothing else to do except bring tea to Zhao Zheng.
The so-called green tea is actually boiled water and brought to a temperature suitable for drinking.
Since someone poisoned the tea bowl that year, Zhao Zheng only drank plain water.
White water is clear and odorless and will not mask the smell of poison.
When delivering the tea, Li Wenzhou took a sneak peek and saw that Zhao Zheng's face looked was exactly the same as that year in Luoyang, when all the personal guards were killed.
"These guards have evil intentions and cannot be kept."
Those officials in Luoyang, the capital of Wei State, said so.
Nine-year-old Zhao Zheng walked into the Proton Mansion without saying a word, and sat in the palace without making a sound for a whole day, just like this.
But today, he is already the king of to mention Luoyang, the capital of Wei State, the entire Wei State could be trampled by Dayong's cavalry at any time.
But Zhao Zheng still had moments when he was so angry and ashamed.
"Your Majesty," Li Wenzhou glanced at the position of the floating arrow in the clepsydra[1], confirmed the current time, and stepped forward and said, "It's time for dinner."
Zhao Zheng, who was looking down at the bamboo slips, raised his head, thought for a while and asked: "Is the queen okay?"
"It's okay," Li Wenzhou said respectfully with a smile on his face, "The Queen finished reading the letter on the steps in front of the palace, sat in silence for a while, and then went back to have a meal. As usual, she will wait for Your Majesty."
Read the letter. Are her letters on the floor of the embassy in that bag? She wouldn't wait for him to dine with her.
Zhao Zheng looked outside.
How could she wait for others with her kind of eating attitude? "Use it here alone."
Zhao Zheng stood up and walked to the back hall. The brightly lit hall was like daylight, but the candlelight was dazzling and made people feel uncomfortable.
After the meal, the imperial doctor who was responsible for checking the medicinal powders also arrived and reported that there was nothing wrong with the medicinal powders and that they had prepared them accordingly.
In saying so, I was wrongly blaming Mr. Chang'an.
The wind is trembling, but that’s exactly what it should be.
That woman is too stupid to know the dangers of this palace ban.
When night fell, Zhao Zheng returned to Zhiyang Palace.
As expected, Jiang He didn't wait for him.
Not only had she finished her meal, she had also fallen didn't know if it was to make him angry, but she washed the gourd and hung it on the bedside, swaying slightly in the night wind.
Zhao Zheng lowered his head and looked at Jiang He.
She turned sideways with her eyes closed, her long eyelashes casting dark shadows on her snow-white skin, her breath was steady and long, her chest rose and fell slightly, and the red marks on her delicate wrists had faded somewhat.
Zhao Zheng opened the secret compartment, took out the string, and sat next to Jiang He.
"Dead pervert."
Suddenly, he heard her murmuring in her sleep.
Who are you scolding?So ugly.
Zhao Zheng took Jiang He's arm and put it on the string.
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注释 [1] The tools used to measure time in ancient times include standard watches, sundials and refers to the clepsydra used for timekeeping, and quarter refers to the time unit that divides a day. The time of day and night is measured through the floating arrow of the clepsydra.
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