Chapter 111 Beauty gives gifts Zongjun, who was telling Jiang He everything he had found out, immediately fell silent.
He talks so much lately that he always says the wrong thing.
Should we learn from that kid Zheng Ling, who sticks around like a piece of wood every day?
Perhaps because he heard Zongjun's slander, Zheng Ling, who was sitting far away copying military documents, raised his head and rolled his eyes at Zongjun.
Your Highness is unhappy to begin with, so why don’t you say something nice?What about Zhao Yuxue, she's just looking for blood, so there's no time to beat her up.
Jiang He still looked up at Zong Jun, forcing him to answer.
"Your Majesty didn't drink, so he's certainly not drunk."
This means that those who are drunk are also drunk, not because of Zhao Yuxue's singing and dancing.
Jiang He stood up with a bleak look on his face. He was tired and discouraged because he had read too many medical books.
Since she learned about Zhao Zheng's condition, she asked Zongjun to collect medical books from various countries and spent many days studying them without eating or then did she realize that even she was not a prodigy who could learn everything she wanted to.
Apart from memorizing some detoxifying herbs, Jiang He didn't think of how to prepare an antidote for Zhao Zheng.
I think the doctors in the palace were as helpless as she was.
"When you came back last time," Jiang He suddenly stopped and looked at Zong Jundao, "Were Wei Nanxu developing antidote prescriptions in Shouchun, the capital of Chu State?"
This is the news Zongjun got after he went to Shouchun to check Chen Jingshi's house.
"Yes," Zongjun nodded, "It is said that the methods are extremely horrific, and someone will be killed every few days."
The methods are terrible, and people will die every few days...
Jiang He recited this sentence silently, and suddenly remembered that when Li Wenzhou told Jiang He about Zhao Zheng's condition that day, he also said that if he wanted to develop a herb to cure His Majesty's poison, he had to test the poison himself.
If the poison is not dead, try the antidote again.
It seems that this is exactly what Wei Nanxu is doing now.
If it were you, would you do this? Jiang He shook his head in his heart.
Benefiting oneself at the expense of others is not the way to be kind and forgiving.
There was absolutely no way she could do this.
But if Wei Nanxu delivers the antidote to Zhao Zheng, will he use it?
In the face of life and death, it doesn't matter whether it is the right path or if Zhao Zheng doesn't use it, Jiang He will force him to use it.
Silence fell in the hall, except for the sound of Jiang He's clothes rubbing against each other as he paced slowly, and the sound of Zheng Ling flipping bamboo slips.
It snowed earlier in Qi than in Yong.
Early in the morning, Jiang Ben pushed open the door and went out. He saw that the snow in the corridor had been cleared away, and it was piled up to half a person's height near the corners on both sides.
A girl in plain clothes stood at the foot of the steps, holding a basket in her hand.
Seeing Jiang Ben coming out, she knelt down on the steps and kowtowed obediently, saying obediently: "Daughter Chen, please give your regards to His Highness."
Chen’s daughter? Jiang Ben remembered who she was.
This is Chen Jingshi's daughter. With his permission, she studied in the Imperial Hospital.
"How did you get here?"
This is the person that my sister has entrusted to take care of. She must be more patient than others, so Jiang Ben's voice is gentler.
"The servant followed the master to the palace to ask for pulse. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I sent His Highness a medicinal meal made by myself. I hope Your Highness will not give it up."
The Chen daughter said respectfully.
Jiang Ben came over and picked up the basket, opened the jar, took a look, and then returned it.
"Did you go to the Royal Hospital to cook these things?" He imitated Jiang He's tone when he taught him a lesson, and said in a deep voice, "You don't have to do these sideways and flattery things. I have my sister's instructions. , no one dares to bully you."
Chen's daughter was kneeling with her face flushed. When Jiang Ben said this, her eyes suddenly turned red.
But it was getting cold. She heard that the imperial doctor who checked Jiang Ben's pulse said that he was injured this year and was a little afraid of the cold, so she cooked a warm and tonic medicinal meal.
I didn't expect to be so humiliated by being misunderstood by him as flattery.
It's also her fault that she is so self-righteous and takes it for granted that as long as she has good intentions, the other party will accept them.
"Miss Chen," although Chen's daughter was kneeling, Jiang Ben still saw her expression, and immediately became a little embarrassed, soothing her and said, "If you study medicine, study it well. Maybe a Japanese gentleman is going to die, and you Show off your skills and save my life. Whatever you want, I will give you."
Whatever you want, it's yours! All she wants is to avenge her father and kill the person who poured poison into him.
Chen's daughter suddenly felt her mind clear.
She stood up and said solemnly: "Young Master taught me a lesson today, and everyone in the slave family will remember it."
After saying this, Mrs. Chen took a few steps back and turned around. Those thoughts of love that had just sprouted in her heart were deeply hidden by her.
When Zhao Zheng was discussing matters with his ministers, he heard from Li Wenzhou that Princess Zhao Yuxue of Zhao State was outside the palace asking for an audience.
It is snowing outside.
Li Wenzhou hesitated to speak.
It meant telling Zhao Yuxue that it was not convenient to meet him at this time, so as to avoid her waiting in the snow.
Go to the side hall to wait first? They didn't want her to enter the side there is what Princess Jiang He of Anguo likes to there is no incense burned in the eight-treasure gold-wire incense burner, Jiang He said it is very beautiful; the futon has nine layers in total, as many as those used by His Majesty; there must be clean bamboo slips placed on several tables, so that Jiang He often Write down whatever comes to mind; unlike His Majesty, she only drinks plain water, so there is tea that Jiang He likes to drink in the tea can.
With all this, it is really inconvenient for other women to enter.
But Zhao Zheng did not tell Zhao Yuxue to leave, and Li Wenzhou did not arrange for her to wait in the side hall. So when the ministers who were discussing the matter left the main hall one after another, they saw Zhao Yuxue standing in the corridor, half of his cloak already soaked.
"Let her come in." Zhao Zheng opened the memorial and spread it out, saying calmly.
Li Wenzhou discovered that the memorial was Meng Tian's petition to send troops to South Korea.
Zhao Yuxue came in with a sweet smile, walking through the flowers and willows, and her posture was like a flowing cloud.
Before he could speak, Zhao Zheng asked Su Yu standing in the hall with a cold expression: "Wei Ji?"
It seemed that the political affairs had not been discussed yet, so Zhao Yuxue quickly stepped aside to avoid suspicion.
"Yes," Su Yu nodded, "Prince Jiang from Qi State sent a letter saying that Chen Jingshi's family members were kidnapped by Wei Ji on the way!"
Zhao Zheng didn't say anything. He just held the jade seals on the cases and snorted coldly.
"Wei Chen doesn't understand either, OK, what is Wei Ji doing?"
"What are you doing? Don't you know that Gu is going to be silenced, so you strike first?" Zhao Zheng put down the seal, and in his eyes there seemed to be thousands of troops leaping forward.
"But Chen Jingshi's family is really of no use to him." Su Yu was puzzled.
"Go and tell Wei Ji that the covenant he signed with Gu this spring will be invalidated from today." After Zhao Zheng finished speaking, he waved his hand, and Su Yu retreated in fear.
"His Majesty."
Only then did Zhao Yuxue approach.
She is tall and has a pure face. Her chubby cheeks reveal two pear dimples when she smiles, and she curtsies.
"I have sent a gift to His Majesty."
She smiled sweetly, and without looking at Zhao Zheng's expression, she handed over the things she took out of the wooden box.
That is a beauty carved from ice and snow.
The beauty's dress is flying as if she is dancing. Judging from her posture and expression, she is just like herself when she danced so beautifully that day.
"Your Majesty, look at it," Zhao Yuxue showed an innocent smile, "I carved it myself, and I even scratched my finger because of it. Does it look good?"
As she spoke, she showed Zhao Zheng her index finger wrapped in gauze, raised her head slightly, pursed her lips and frowned, looking innocent and coquettish.
Li Wenzhou suddenly understood why King Zhao doted on her.
Any father who sees his daughter being so cute, well-behaved and acting like a spoiled child will not be able to help but give her all the good things.
But unfortunately, Zhao Zheng is not a father yet, let alone her father.
Li Wenzhou curled his lips and turned his head, and heard Zhao Zheng say: "It looks good."
nice?
Did you hear me wrong?
He has never heard Zhao Zheng praise a woman other than Jiang He.
Li Wenzhou rubbed his ears, suspecting that the remaining poison in his body was not cleared and his ears were broken.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Zhao Zheng say again: "It's just such a small one, it will melt quickly if placed in the palace."
Hearing His Majesty's praise of herself, Zhao Yuxue smiled then she saw Zhao Zheng shaking his head regretfully, and she also frowned.
"Yes, what should we do?"
"Princess, please go back and make a big deal." Zhao Zhengdao.
Zhao Yuxue quickly agreed to leave, but suddenly remembered something and asked, "How big should I do?"
"At least..." Zhao Zheng thought carefully and said decisively, "Three feet tall."
Three feet, basically the same height as the main hall.
The smile on Zhao Yuxue's face froze, but when she saw that Zhao Zheng didn't seem to be joking, she could only bow her knees and bow before retreating.
Leaving the main hall and walking into the corridor leading out of the palace, the maid accompanying Zhao Yuxue finally dared to ask: "Your Highness, do you need me to let the craftsmen start making the three-foot-tall ice sculpture immediately?"
"Trash!" Zhao Yuxue stood still and said fiercely, "Can't you see that Zhao Zheng is laughing at me?"
The maid lowered her head and did not dare to answer.
"That's fine," Zhao Yuxue smiled again, "The more he finds me funny, the better I can complete the task."
"Then...slave, do you want to hire a craftsman?" The maid's voice was as small as a mosquito.
"Of course I want to invite you!" Zhao Yuxue said, "Let him think that I am a fool and that all the women in the world want to marry him. If you want to marry Guyu, wait until he relaxes his guard."
She didn't say the rest.
"Also," Zhao Yuxue seemed to have thought of something, "Today he deliberately mentioned Wei Ji in the main hall, is it because Wei Ji is my uncle? Then I wrote a letter to my uncle to share the things here. He talks about it.”
(End of this chapter)