Chapter 138 She wants to take the back seat It is actually very difficult for people to develop a relationship that can trust each other.
Jiang He had no brothers or sisters since he was a child, and the only ones he could trust were his father and often sat alone on the front steps and watched children of her own age passing by in the alley.
The elder sister took her younger brother to buy candied haws. The older brother came back from school and brought a piece of millet cake to his younger sister.
She looked at them with great envy, even though there was no shortage of food in her house and even though their clothes were ragged and their hair was messy.
Later Jiang He met Wei Ji.
The young prince, with bright eyes and bright eyes, disobeyed the king's brother's will and rescued escort of thousands of miles arrived in Linzi, which warmed her throughout the winter.
Wei Ji is also someone she can trust.
Linzi City did not leave many good memories for Jiang He.
At that time, her parents were gone, and her relatives were unwilling to take her in, so she had no choice but to follow the Queen Mother's arrangements and become a slave in the palace.
Later, as if knowing that she had suffered enough, fate began to send candies to her hands one after another.
Zhao Zheng, Jiang Ben, Zongjun, Cailing, slowly, she was no longer alone, she had a family.
Since they are her family members, Jiang He can only accept their death and nothing else.
"elder sister!"
The earth-shattering shouts fell like thunder, interrupting Jiang He's thoughts.
Jiang Ben was like a stick lifted out of the water. Rain rolled in all over his body and he almost fell on Zongjun's bed.
"You slow down!"
Jiang He stood up and handed over the ginger soup with a frown.
"Drinked."
Jiang Ben was panicked and anxious, but was shocked by Jiang He's serious expression. He had to raise his hand to pinch the edge of the soup bowl, drink it with a "gudonggudong", and then he took a breath and spoke.
"Sister, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Jiang He resisted tears and turned his head, "In order to save me, Zongjun, you see..."
"Guan Zong?" Jiang Ben felt angry as he looked at Zong Jun who was wrapped in a ball.
Even though it was a man who was injured so seriously, if it was Jiang He, he might not be able to be saved.
"Whoever dares to assassinate my sister, I will go out and kill him!"
"I'm just going to get spiritual water. How come there are assassins lurking in Jiuwei Mountain where Yongguo worships our ancestors?"
"I heard something on the way that the doctor ordered the army to rebel?"
"Then this is Zhao Zheng's fault——"
His voice stopped suddenly, and he wanted to continue speaking, but he forced himself to swallow, moved his steps, and walked behind Jiang He.
The door curtain opened again, and Zhao Zheng walked in.
He didn't seem to see Jiang Ben, his eyes only stopped on Jiang He, his eyes were gleaming, but he just said lightly: "The carriage is ready, let's go."
"My master has also prepared a carriage. My sister is not going back to the palace, so she naturally comes with me."
Jiang Ben mustered up his courage and retorted.
Zhao Zheng seemed to have just seen Jiang Ben. His gloomy eyes raised, settled on Jiang Ben, and said, "Master Jiang is here? I leave it to you to carry Zongjun back."
Zongjun is my sister's savior, so of course I have to carry her back.
But aren't they talking about who the sister will go back with?
Jiang Ben scratched his head. The guards had carefully entered the front hall. Under the arrangement of the imperial doctor, they lifted the wooden board on which Zongjun was lying flat.
Perhaps after hearing Zhao Zheng's words, they left a corner of the door panel for Jiang Ben.
Zhao Zheng held Jiang He's hand and walked out of the front hall under the escort of the doctor.
The courtyard has been cleared.
Jiang He looked and saw that the carriage she felt so close to and wanted to lift the curtain was gone.
On the third day after returning to the capital Xianyang, Jiang He went to the Chu embassy in person, firstly to check on the condition of the Chu princess, and secondly to check the relics left by Wei Nanxu.
This time the Princess of Chu was willing to meet Jiang He, but because her injured leg could not see the wind, she just exchanged a few words with Jiang He through the hanging curtain.
The maid led Jiang He to the room containing Wei Nanxu's relics, then bowed respectfully and exited.
That means no matter how Jiang He investigates or takes away something, Chu State will not stop him.
The doctor ordered the army to walk in front of Jiang He and look through everything before handing it to Jiang He for review.
She watched carefully.
The exquisite ornaments that women like, the chess records written on bamboo slips, hair accessories and rouge, Yongguo-style clothes, and even a few letters that were written but not sent.
The letter was written to Zhao Zheng, either expressing his heartfelt feelings, or criticizing and resenting, and every sentence was sincere.
There was even such a private thing, but there was no antidote that she had spent hundreds of lives to develop.
It shouldn't be like this, unless the antidote is in someone else's hands.
Princess of Chu.
As a princess of the Chu State who had the ability to fight against the Yong State and aspire to dominate the world, how could she be willing to save the life of the enemy king?
What does she want? Jiang He walked back to the bedroom where the Princess of Chu rested, and opened the red lacquered wooden door.
The curtain prevented her from seeing the face of the Princess of she knew that this woman was no small matter, and she was by no means a simple-minded woman.
She generously let herself come to him and waited for her to ask so that she could make is more able to hold her breath than ordinary people.
"You know what I'm looking for."
Jiang He was straight to the point and didn't like the arrogance and subterfuge.
"I didn't know at first," the voice of the Chu princess behind the curtain was hoarse, "but the princess said she wanted to check it, so I went to check it out first. There's nothing else. There is a pill, which looks quite precious."
Jiang He's heart suddenly felt like it was being pinched by someone, and he couldn't help himself every time he breathed or breathed.
"Princess Anguo, do you want to get that medicine?"
Jiang He remained motionless, waiting for Princess Chu to continue.
People who have the upper hand always like to talk more, so give her enough time to think of a solution.
"Actually, I have heard a little bit about Wei Nanxu looking for someone to develop an antidote. Brother Wang allowed her to do harm to nature, and it must be to get greater benefits. I took Wei Nanxu to Yong Kingdom, and all the way I was worried that she would cause some trouble and ruin the reputation of this palace. Now it’s better, I don’t know who killed her.”
"She is dead, but her medicine is still there. Now, Princess Anguo, you are looking for medicine. I guess it must be to treat a very important person."
"Who is it?"
"Princess, you are still Mr. Jiang, or even..."
She was smiling slightly in the curtain, and her tone of voice was not annoying.
"What do you want?" Jiang He asked.
Princess Chu let out a long sigh in the curtain and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Her Royal Highness to be so cheerful, so I won't be polite."
It has been raining for several days. It stopped raining today, but it was extremely hot at noon.
Jiang He left the Chu State Embassy and returned to his house first.
Jiang Ben sat in the yard with a basket of food, took a bite, and threw it aside in couldn't help but taste it again and threw it away.
Repeatedly like this, it's like being possessed.
"Where did it come from?" Jiang He asked.
Seeing her walking in, Jiang Ben immediately stood up.
"It's a gift from someone else. It tastes terrible." He looked annoyed.
Jiang He thought for a while and smiled at Jiang Ben.
My brother has grown up and is admired by others. Maybe by this time next year, a wedding ceremony can be prepared for him.
"I heard that my sister was out, and I was shocked. You can't lift your arm yet, why don't you take care of it more? The injury on your forehead isn't healed either. What if you get caught in the rain? I'll go back and get something, sister You just sneaked out."
He complained and felt distressed at the same time.
"It's okay." Jiang He saw the snacks in Jiang Ben's basket, took out a piece and tasted it.
Salty and sweet, sweet and sour, sticky and disgusting, it goes straight to the throat.
She turned around, coughed, and almost retched.
"I just said it tastes terrible! Look at this stupid woman if I don't beat her up!"
Jiang Ben was furious while patting Jiang He on the back.
"I'd like to make you some food and send it to you. If you have the ability, try making it yourself!"
Jiang He scolded him a few words and then went to visit Zongjun in the side room.
Zongjun developed a high fever.
Although the imperial doctor said this was a normal reaction, Jiang He was well versed in medical science and knew that if the fever did not subside, it would probably burn out his brain.
Cai Ling was taking care of Zongjun and was feeding him medicinal soup from a crane-mouthed pot.
For every three pots fed, at most half the pot should be swallowed.
But Cai Ling was in tears and kept feeding her.
Jiang He sat in front of Zong Jun's bed for a while, and then set off to the palace.
Because of the rebellion of Lingquan and Langzhong, the palace was once again purged of traitors.
On the way to the Yizheng Hall, Jiang He noticed several chamberlains wiping the floor of the corridor.
I don’t know how many people were executed last night.
Zhao Zheng was discussing matters with the ministers. When he heard that Jiang He had arrived, he left political affairs behind and came to see her.
Before entering the palace, he called her name and said happily: "I, Dayong, have captured more than ten cities in the Zhao Kingdom, and Wang Jian is preparing to attack Pingyang. Ahe, if Pingyang is defeated, it will be given to you and me by Dayong soldiers. The best wedding gift ever.”
He had rarely been so happy.
Like a kid who finally gets to realize his dream.
But when he saw Jiang He's expression, the smile on his face suddenly solidified, his steps paused slightly, and then he said, "What happened?"
"Zhao Zheng," Jiang He held his lapel, looked up at him with infinite tenderness, and said slowly, "The antidote is in the hands of the Princess of Chu."
The smile dissipated, Zhao Zheng's tall figure was like a gradually frozen black jade, and his voice was instantly cold.
"What does she want?"
"She will marry into Yong Palace and occupy a high position."
(End of this chapter)