Chapter 122 Take Her Back The imperial doctor who had just left not long ago was called back, and he cautiously checked Zhao Zheng's pulse and qi. After a long time, he confirmed that his majesty was just suffering from a heart attack and was not seriously injured.
Zhao Zheng drank tea slowly, swallowing the bloody smell in his throat and slowly calming down.
Jiang He knew that he would go to Luoyang.
A few days ago, she was looking for Bian Que's descendants in Xinzheng. Zhao Zheng understood that it was because of her illness, and she he never imagined that Jiang He, who had always been in good health, would also be sick.
And the illness lies with Wei Ji.
Are the doctors in Wei good or not? Are the medicinal herbs sufficient? Are the people who serve her dedicated? Not only could he not be able to go to her, he also made her work so hard.
The emotion of self-blame was like a snake bound to the bones, making Zhao Zheng unable to , he also gained insight into another emotion of his.
jealous.
Jealous that Wei Ji was there, beside her.
Zhao Zheng suddenly waved his sleeves to brush away the disturbing thoughts, and then resented his own narrow-mindedness.
She was tired and sick because of the state affairs of Yong State!He actually still feels jealous.
"It's all my fault that Wei Chen didn't explain clearly!" Su Yu raised his hand and hit himself on the face. He hit him too hard, and a drop of blood spilled from the corner of his lip.
"Her Royal Highness Princess Anguo fell ill on the road due to excessive worry due to heart failure. Now she has woken up and is taking the decoction. Zongjun sent a message, saying that her majesty must be reassured."
As a result, His Majesty was not only uneasy, but was also frightened to the point of vomiting blood.
While Su Yu blamed himself for being reckless, he was also worried about Zhao Zheng's health.
"Su Qing," Zhao Zheng stood up and said, "Let's make arrangements so that I can go to Luoyang."
"Your Majesty, no." Meng Tian stood up and stopped him, "Now the army is about to leave. Your Majesty will not be able to bid farewell to the soldiers when you go to Luoyang."
Hundreds of thousands of troops are waiting to greet the king. If the king breaks the promise, it will undoubtedly affect a king, you should make a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold. Back then, Shang Yang moved a piece of wood at the city gate as a letter. From then on, the Yong court kept its promise and never broke it.
Not only that, at this time, Wei State had deployed heavy troops on the border in order to meet the Zheng dared to enter the capital of Wei alone, which was tantamount to throwing himself into a trap.
"And His Majesty's body..." Su Yu hesitated, but continued to persuade, "If His Majesty sees Your Majesty at this time, I'm afraid he will be even more worried."
Zhao Zheng stopped.
There was a cold light in his deep eyes. Before he could answer, there was a chill in the palace.
Su Yu felt like he was standing on a slippery snow cliff, and if he wasn't careful, he would be buried in the ice valley.
He took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Zheng cautiously.
Zhao Zheng, the king of the Yong Kingdom, stood in the hall, with a tall and straight posture and a cold face. His lightly pursed thin lips were tight, and the sharp curve of his cheek revealed his majesty.
"Gu said," he looked into the palace with a deep voice, "Gu is going to Luoyang."
He is going to Luoyang.
Whether you say he is emotional or stupid and refuses to listen to advice, he is going to Luoyang to bring Jiang He back.
No matter who dies, she cannot die.
"Your Majesty!" Su Yu knelt forward a few steps and took out the letter in his arms.
"Zongjun sent a letter written by Princess Anguo. His Highness means that if His Majesty goes to Luoyang, this letter will be presented to His Majesty."
If he doesn't want to go, can't he see it?
What are you doing? Zhao Zheng grabbed the letter and strode out.
He walked into the sunshine, walked into the corridor, and walked all the way towards the palace gate. He opened the letter in his hand and saw her handwriting.
The guard commander and Major General Meng Tian, who were following closely behind him, suddenly stopped.
Because they found that Zhao Zheng had also stopped.
He stood still, but the breeze blew his forehead, revealing the king's handsome profile.
"whispering sound……"
Then they heard a voice from the king.
The voice seemed to be disdainful or mocking, but at the end, it sounded like laughter.
Missing but smiling happily.
Meng Tian suddenly felt horrified.
"Your Majesty, what does he...mean?"
Su Yu glanced at him and shook his head, then whispered: "As long as it has something to do with Princess An Guo, it's a bit..." He quickly fell silent when he said this, as if he was afraid that he would say something wrong and lead to death.
Princess Anguo...
Meng Tian thought of the woman wielding a knife in the wind and snow.
I always want to meet her, always want to drink and talk with her, but I never get the chance.
Now that she is sick, she doesn't know if she will recover.
Thinking this, he saw that Zhao Zheng had turned around.
He seemed to have suddenly forgotten that he was going to Luoyang. He folded the letter written on the silk carefully, looked at the frightened generals, and said calmly: "Where did you mention it before?"
Zhao Zheng no longer had the irritated and worried look on his face, but instead tried hard to hide a smile.
Where?
Speaking of your majesty, your heart is sick and you are eager to go.
Meng Tian cursed, but did not dare to say it out loud. "Your Majesty," he remonstrated, returning to the topic long ago, "I think we should attack Wei first."
Su Yu rolled his eyes at Meng Tian.
This major general is obviously short-sighted.
When we attack Wei, we don’t even think about who the capital of Wei will support!
"It was Gu and Jiang He's unanimous decision to attack Zhao State," Zhao Zheng walked up to them and said resolutely, "This matter cannot be changed. Meng Qing will soon know the reason."
Meng Tian still opened his mouth, as if he wanted to Yu, who was beside him, pulled him and stopped him.
"General Meng," Su Yu said, "you have been guarding the border in the north and don't know the situation here. In the past year, Wei has undergone great changes. Wei Ji took great measures to kill the gentry, divide the fields, encourage farming and weaving, enrich the country and strengthen the people. A lot of things have happened. Now that the Wei State's treasury is abundant and there are no refugees, Your Majesty has asked people to check and find that the number of babies born last year and surviving for more than half a year was nearly twice as many as in previous years."
With so much more, that means more people can have enough to eat and clothing, and have money to treat sick children.
Population has always been one of the indicators used to measure the strength of a country.
Meng Tian took a deep breath and said, "So powerful?"
"Is it great?"
However, Zhao Zheng had already moved past them, leaving only these words with unclear meaning.
Meng Tian and Su Yu stood with their heads bowed, waiting for Zhao Zheng to pass by, and then went to prepare for the farewell ceremony.
In two days, His Majesty will send out the army.
When we go here, we will definitely sweep through thousands of troops and expand our territory for Dayong.
Zong Jun went to deliver the letter and had not returned yet. Jiang He felt that he was feeling better, so he got up and walked around in the yard.
Everything here remains as before, and the things Cai Ling moved away were rearranged by Wei Ji and returned to their original the pearls on the curtain are exactly the same size and color as before.
Wei Ji also bought the exact same shovel she liked to use in the because it has not been used, it is as new as the goods sold in the store.
Jiang He raised his hand and walked to the pear tree in the backyard.
It's spring, it's time to renovate the cofferdam and water the pear trees.
In this way, after the flowers blooming on it fall behind, more pears can be produced.
“Are you going to shovel it?”
A voice sounded from behind. Jiang He stiffened slightly and smiled.
"Should it be shoveled, I have to go back to Qi to eat pears."
"That's good." Wei Ji behind him breathed a sigh of relief, "It's hard to make ends meet. It would be a pity to die."
He stood under the pear tree with its branches in bloom, dressed in white and smiling.
It was as if there were no disputes, misunderstandings and pain between them. She grew up beside him and he was always protecting her.
The years are quiet and good, and the husband and wife walk together.
"Xiaohe," Wei Ji said suddenly, "if Wei has the ability to dominate the world, will you stay with me?"
in case……
Jiang He clicked these two words in his heart and sighed softly.
There is no such thing as "if" in the world.
Now she and Zhao Zheng are not only companions who have the same thoughts and conquer the world, but also lovers.
She liked him, felt sorry for him, and wanted him alive.
From him, she understood the love between men and women and learned how to make choices.
Wei Ji stood quietly, waiting for Jiang He's answer.
Sometimes all it takes is a "if" from the person you care about to comfort your desolate heart.
A pear blossom fell on his shoulder, and he couldn't even bear to raise his hand to brush it away, fearing that no matter how slight his movement was, Jiang He's thoughts would be interrupted.
"Wei Ji," Jiang He called his name and whispered, "Actually, I..."
But there was still a sudden movement that interrupted Jiang He's words. She turned around and saw Zong Jun coming over in a hurry.
When he saw Wei Ji, he looked flustered as if he "didn't know the young master was here." But he soon smiled and walked closer and said, "The young master is here. My servant is about to enter the house to ask for an audience."
Wei Ji forced a smile.
The people around Zhao Zheng are all like this.
Beware of him, lest he snatch Jiang He away.
He said in an indifferent tone: "What's the matter?"
"It's like this," Zongjun took out a portrait from his sleeve and presented it to Wei Ji. "There was a man who claimed to be the young master's retainer and sent a message to the princess's residence in Xianyang. Those who had seen him reluctantly painted If he behaves like this, please see if you are the one who sent him."
"My master has never sent anyone to deliver a message." Wei Ji opened the silk and saw the crooked portrait on it.
He distinguished carefully, then suddenly frowned and said, "It seems to be... Wei Rang?"
"What does this person do?" Jiang He glanced at the portrait and asked.
"Assassin." Wei Ji replied, "The best in the world is the assassin."
(End of this chapter)