Chapter 117 Looking for a doctor in the mountains This is the first letter she wrote to him.
After leaving Linzi that year, Wei Ji wrote many letters to Jiang He.
In the letters, he asked about Jiang He's current situation and also talked about his own life. There was no reply to those letters, but he wrote them for three full years.
It was later discovered that Jiang He did not live as comfortably in the palace as he imagined.
She was like a slave with no freedom, and even her letters were detained by Jiang Yuheng.
It was not until in the capital of the Yong Kingdom that Wei Ji went into the palace to see Jiang He after his eyes recovered. He saw Jiang He's hand at the first sight.
Although those hands have been carefully cared for, you can still see the traces of doing too much rough work.
Wei Ji often thought that she could endure the hardships of life better than he imagined, and then he trudged towards the goal unswervingly and never hesitated to look back.
News came from Yong State yesterday, saying that Jiang He left Xianyang after a dispute with Zhao Zheng at a night banquet, and there was no news.
When he figured out why they were quarreling, Wei Ji was flustered for a moment, but then he smiled with relief.
Anyone who has seen the entanglement between the three of them with their own eyes will know that Zhao Zheng's jealousy is completely unnecessary.
Since it is completely unnecessary, but it is done for the world to see, it must have been agreed upon by them.
I didn't expect that after being separated for so long, I could still have such an effect.
Wei Ji smiled bitterly and shook his head.
But when he received Jiang He's letter today, he was reluctant to open it.
Wei Ji was afraid that she would explain that the quarrel had nothing to do with him, and he was afraid that she would extinguish the little bit of joy in his heart because of her half-truth and half-false protection.
The letter was contained in a bag sewn with black cloth, embroidered with patterns of auspicious animals of the Yong you open the bag, you can smell the faint fragrance inside.
The person who brought the letter was waiting respectfully outside the door.
They were waiting for Wei Ji to read it and send a reply.
This should be what Jiang He ordered.
Explain that this letter is very important and she must get a reply before she can decide what to do next.
Wei Ji squeezed the letter tightly, walked to a few desks, sat down on his knees, and then slowly opened it.
is her word.
Each stroke is sonorous and powerful, with a vague magnanimity that can swallow mountains and rivers.
She didn't talk about what happened at the palace banquet, nor did she greet him or care about him.
She talks about political affairs, political affairs that can cause people to die in a single thought.
Wei Ji frowned, his heart beating violently, his hand holding the pen shook a little, and finally it fell on the silk.
The flowing clouds and flowing pen move the dragon and the snake.
One hundred miles west of Xinzheng, at the foot of Mount Yue.
The bamboo on which the grilled fish is skewered is turned over, and the smell of fresh fish about to mature spreads.
The voice of the little girl Cai Ling came from beside the river.
"Master, we caught another one!"
She raised the fish, but her feet slipped on the ice and she almost fell.
Zongjun, who saw this scene in the pavilion, shook his head repeatedly.
He is a child after all, and he can’t even get enough of ice cutting and fishing.
With this thought in mind, Jiang He dropped the fox fur and said excitedly, "Wait for me, I'll try it too."
Come on, this is a child too.
He took a few steps forward and blocked Jiang He's way.
"Master, the messenger is back."
Then I saw someone galloping on a horse on the official road in the distance. It was the messenger they sent to Luoyang.
The messenger rushed back without stopping, panting from exhaustion.
He handed Wei Ji's reply to Jiang He, then carefully knelt down and waited for Jiang He's dispatch.
Jiang He lowered his head to read the letter and nodded gently, as if the matter was already half done.
The letter contained a token, which was the three-sided arrow that Wei Ji often hung around his waist.
She held the arrow in her hand and seemed to see him wearing white clothes and walking resolutely.
Jiang He did not spread out the silk and wrote another letter. Her other letter had been written long he took it out from several cases, took a deep look at it, and then handed it to the messenger along with Wei Ji's token.
"Let's go after lunch. We'll go further this time."
"I dare to ask the master, where to send it? To whom?"
Jiang He thought for a while and said: "A few days ago, I heard that the prince of Qi, Jiang Bi, was leaving Linzi and escorting Wei Zipei to Luoyang. He should be approaching the border of Qi and Wei by now."
Because this is in South Korea, it is not far from the Qi-Wei border.
Jiang He trekked here, hoping to intercept Jiang Ben as soon as possible after getting Wei Ji's reply.
She pretended to quarrel with Zhao Zheng at the night banquet, and she took the opportunity to leave in order to control the situation in South Korea.
But maybe Zhao Zheng is not as leisurely as she is to sit around and eat fish.
At this time, he should endure the physical pain while dealing with Zhao Jinyang should not be underestimated. Although it is easy to get rid of her, if you want to take the opportunity to kill Zhao, you need to strategize and plan it slowly.
The letter had been sent and Jiang He stood up.
"Let's go," her eyes couldn't help showing the light of hope, "Didn't they say that there is a miracle doctor living in Yueshan? Let's go and see if that so-called miracle doctor is true or false."
"The snow on the mountain road has not yet melted, so master, be careful."
Zongjun quickly followed, and the little girl also put the unroasted fish back into the water.
"It's okay."
Jiang He took a step forward and walked halfway up the mountain.
Sure enough, as Zong Jun said, the mountain road is steep and the ice and snow are thin, so you will slip from time to she quickly stood up holding on to the rocks or trees, with no intention of going back.
"I heard that you are the most powerful assassin in the Wei Kingdom."
Princess Zhao Yuxue of Jinyang blew away the foam on the teacup, took a sip of tea, and looked across the screen at the man kneeling opposite.
The man did not nod, but said solemnly: "The most powerful person is not the villain himself, but the young master."
When people in Wei state talk about the young master, they mean Wei Ji.
He was the only one who single-handedly made the tigers and wolves fear the Wei State, and in the past ten years the Wei State had gradually become stronger and stronger.
But I'm afraid, Yong Guo won't give him too much time.
"Why did you leave Luoyang and come here?" Zhao Yuxue asked with raised eyebrows.
Mr. Wei said that a powerful person must be really good.
"Because the villain suggested assassinating King Yong, but the young master rejected it," the assassin said.
That's right, this is the person she was looking for.
This person is available.
"How do you kill people?" At the end, Zhao Yuxue couldn't help but stand up and asked.
"Use knives, swords, spears, poison, wind and snow, flowers, anything in the world can be used to kill people. As long as the person is within ten feet of the villain, it doesn't matter what you use to kill him."
"Really?" Zhao Yuxue said, "I heard a horse neighing outside the wall. Can you kill the horse through this wall?"
"Your Highness, please wait a moment."
The assassin stood up and walked into the courtyard. He put his thumb and index finger into his mouth and whistled, and raised something with his other hand.
Before Zhao Yuxue could see clearly, he heard a muffled "dong" sound outside the guard guarding the horses shouted.
"What happened to the horse?"
"Come here, let's see why this horse fell."
Zhao Yuxue took a deep breath and stepped back, feeling that the hair on his hair was standing on end and his heart was chilling.
Such a terrible person cannot be kept even if this mission is successful.
"From the State of Wei?" Zhao Zheng did not raise his head, looking at the bamboo slips in his hand and frowning.
"Yes," Su Yu said, "The man went straight to the house of Princess An Guo and said he had brought a letter from Mr. Wei. In addition to the guards, the only person in the house was Zheng Ling who went to study every day. Zheng Ling did not answer the call and said he did not know Mr. Wei. , let alone a letter, not even a gold cake."
"Zheng Ling, Zheng Xinguan's son?" Zhao Zheng was in a better mood than before.
Su Yu nodded in agreement.
Although Jiang He has left Yong State, everything about her must still be reported to His Majesty in detail as usual.
Someone claiming to be a retainer of Wei Ji broke into the door to deliver a message. Naturally, such a thing must be reported.
The messenger didn't deliver the letter, and he didn't leave in a hurry, so he stopped at the city post.
I eat during the day, sleep at night, and walk around the streets in my free time. I don't see any problems.
"Rong Weichen will check his identity again."
Su Yu retreated and Zhao Zheng said nothing more.
He didn't care much about what letter Wei Ji wrote to Jiang He and what the letter contained.
What he cared about was where Jiang He was, whether he was hungry, whether he was cold, whether he had brought enough clothes, and whether Zongjun had taken care of everything.
At night, she couldn't kick the quilt.
After searching for two days in the mountains, I found the legendary miracle doctor.
The doctor's surname is Cang, he is in his sixties, has an immortal spirit, and seems to be somewhat capable.
Jiang He bowed respectfully, concealed his name, and explained the whole story of Zhao Zheng's poisoning, as well as his current symptoms.
The doctor shook his head and said, "The patient hasn't arrived yet, so I'm sorry that I can't ask for a diagnosis."
"This is not difficult," Jiang He said with a smile, "Doctor, you can make a visit."
"No medical visits." The doctor stroked his white beard and shook his head. "Away from this mountain, the old medical skills will no longer be effective."
Jiang He thought for a moment and then said: "That's not difficult. My friend is in Yong State. I can just bring him here for medical treatment."
The doctor still shook his head: "Those who cannot be cured will not be cured."
Jiang He's face suddenly turned as white as snow.
(End of this chapter)