Chapter 142 Is It Really Dead?
At that time, their father took their family to move north, and no one knew why.
The way of filial piety is not to disobey the wishes of the elders.
When his father said to resign, he resigned; when he said to go north, he went north. When a dozen carriages and a large family arrived at the capital of Yong State, Chen Nanxing realized that they were not returning to Qi State.
"Why are you here?"
The brothers didn't dare to question it, but as the most favored little daughter, she dared.
"Because my father wants to be an official."
Her father smiled and handed her a bag of preserves and looked in the direction of the palace.
Privately, she and several brothers and sisters-in-law also discussed her father's decision.
But they never imagined that their father was already suffering from heart-binding poison and was hopeless.
Later, her father committed suicide outside Jiang He's tent, and she once doubted Jiang He.
But it was Jiang He who escorted them back to their homeland, and it was Jiang He who protected them in is said that to cut the grass, you have to remove the roots. If the enemy is Jiang He, she does not have to do these things.
There is someone else who killed my father. Who could it be?She vaguely knew that it was related to the Chu Kingdom, but who the person was from the Chu Kingdom was a vague phantom.
When they were burying their father in Qi State, they discovered that his father had been poisoned.
This time Jiang Ben sent someone to bring her here, wrote her a letter, and told her the whole story. Only then did she know the whole story.
Jiang Ben may be afraid that she recognized the wrong enemy.
And she did trust Jiang Ben.
If the mind-binding poison is taken, life will be worse than death when it relapses for the first time.
How uncomfortable it must have been for her father to smile and answer her words.
Chen Nanxing decided to retaliate in kind and feed Wei Nanxu even more terrifying poison.
They, Mr. Chen, are herb dealers. Who knows the toxicity of herbal medicines better than them?
But when she made this request, everything fell silent.
"Wei Nanxu is dead." Jiang He said.
Chen Nanxing suddenly raised her head. Her expression was stunned for a moment, and then she became confused in panic.
died?
How did you die?She can't avenge her father!
The person he wanted to kill was dead, and his rage for revenge had no place to pour Nanxing felt like a straw with its roots pulled out, floating on the water with nowhere to go.
"But the antidote she made is still there." Jiang He said.
Chen Nanxing looked into Jiang He's eyes and saw no sympathy or comfort there, only a lot of persistence and stubbornness.
It turns out that his sister is like this.
Yes, only a sister like this can make him so convinced and followed.
"The antidote is for symptoms of lingering poison and weak pulse. I would like to ask you to try and see if you can make something exactly the same, so that I can save someone."
Jiang He's voice was gentle, without any pressure, he just asked her about her plans.
Chen Nanxing spent less time studying medicine than the apprentices in the Royal Hospital who were only responsible for taking she has been exposed to medicinal herbs since she was a child, and her ability to identify them is far beyond that of ordinary because there is no need to be disturbed by Zhao Zheng's case, it may be more successful.
Chen Nanxing did not answer.
She felt empty in her heart and wanted to cry, but she didn't have the strength.
Jiang Ben was a little anxious because he had waited too long.
"Of course I have to agree," he approached Chen Nanxing and said, "Although Wei Nanxu is dead, the medicine is there. If you make this medicine so that the people she wants to kill cannot die, won't you win? If it can be done, That evil man Wei Nanxu will never rest in peace!"
Is that right?
The person who can persuade the young master of Qi and the princess to imitate the antidote must be a very important person.
You can't save your father, but you can stop her from continuing to harm others.
Chen Nanxing raised his head and looked at Jiang Ben. He was still like that. His freedom and freedom concealed his depth, but at the same time, people couldn't help but want to trust him.
"Okay." Chen Nanxing nodded, "I'll give it a try."
Seeing Chen Nanxing follow Jiang Bi into the inner courtyard, Jiang He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Su Yu, the commander of the guard army who had been following her, also said excitedly: "Great, your Majesty has persuaded the Princess of Chu, and His Highness has persuaded the descendants of the Chen family. The antidote is finally good."
Jiang He smiled slightly and shook his head.
Chen Nanxing was actually persuaded by Jiang Ben. As for the Princess of Chu...
"General Su," she turned to look at Su Yu and said with a slight frown, "Then the Princess of Chu gave the antidote to Your Majesty without getting anything?"
Su Yu has made it clear that Zhao Zheng did not agree to the princess of Chu's request to be granted the title of the end of the conversation, he only agreed to allow her to stay in Yong State, and to protect her safety no matter how bad things happened with Chu State in the future.
This condition was so small that Jiang He suspected that there was a bigger trap waiting for them behind.
"Wei Chen has been following His Majesty. It's true."
Su Yu thought that Jiang He was worried about Mi Sichen becoming the empress and endangering her status, so he emphasized again and again: "She would even rather be the eighth son and a good man, but His Majesty did not agree."
It was so.
The Princess of Chu's easy-to-talk attitude was different from when she was negotiating a deal with her yesterday.
Jiang He remembered clearly how non-negotiable it was when the Princess of Chu told her hoarsely that she wanted her to trade her back position for the seems to hate every woman around Zhao Zheng.
After thinking for a while, Jiang He asked again: "Has your Majesty seen her face?"
"I saw it," Su Yu said without hesitation, "The envoy confirmed that it is indeed her."
Seeing that Jiang He's face was not very good, he quickly said: "That princess... is not good-looking."
Su Yu felt that the clothes clinging to his back were soaked.
But in order for Jiang He to feel better and for His Majesty and His Highness not to be angry, Su Yu felt that he could tell a few more lies.
Jiang He understood that he had misunderstood, and asked with a wry smile: "Did your Majesty say anything else?"
Su Yu thought hard.
No matter what, we must divert the topic away from Mi Sichen.
"By the way, Your Majesty asked Wei Nanxu if he is really dead."
Jiang He's heart skipped a beat, and a hint of worry flashed across his clear eyes.
Seeing Jiang He's expression, Su Yu hurriedly said: "She is indeed dead. At that time, Wei Chen saw her washing her hands by the water and shot an arrow through her heart. Wei Chen can be considered a cautious person, and waited until they gathered together. Burn Wei Nanxu's body with firewood, and then come back to life."
Jiang He looked at Su Yu. She always felt that there was something wrong in his words that she was not aware of.
That question is small, but crucial.
The summer wind blew hot and dry, and Jiang He smelled the smell of sweat in the wind, the smell of red moonlight, and the vague smell of spices in the palace.
She remembered that when Chang'an Jun and Wei Nanxu were both here, they were both very fond of using incense.
Clothes often float by and the fragrance is pleasant.
Those spices are very precious, and many of them are South China Sea agarwood from thousands of miles away.
"Su Yu," Jiang He's fingers gently tightened her clothes. A pearl adorning her skirt happened to be caught in her hand, which made her palms hurt. "Wei Nanxu, is she going to wash her hands by the river?"
Jiang He's voice was not loud, but it was like a hurricane blowing through, lifting the branches and leaves of the tree, revealing the covered branches.
"who is she?"
Jiang He raised his head and saw panic gradually welling up in Su Yu's eyes.
"She is the legitimate daughter of Lord Wei of the Prime Minister. She is Mi Fuchu's guest. She is good at playing chess and making incense. She is accompanied by servants when she goes out. Her clothes are covered with gold threads. She will go to the river to wash her hands. ?"
"Your Highness, Your Highness..."
Su Yu knelt on the ground with a thump. His face was pale and he looked remorseful. He raised his hand and slapped himself.
Although he wanted to see Zhao Zheng as soon as possible, Jiang He still visited his mansion on his way back to the palace.
The wedding day was approaching, and because Zong Jun was still awake after his injury, Cai Ling arranged everything in the house.
The little girl was busy, pursed her lips, and shouted from time to time with her hands on her hips, looking very energetic.
When she saw Jiang He coming back, she ran over with red eyes, like a child who saw her parents and elders coming home.
"Is Zongjun awake?" Jiang He asked.
She came back not to see the wedding, but more to see Zongjun with her own eyes.
"Not yet, the fever just subsided in the early morning." Cai Ling said worriedly and happily at the same time.
Jiang He walked quickly to the side hall where Zongjun was recovering from his injuries.
According to her instructions, the hall was filled with ice.
Several maids were fanning him, changing his dressing, and rubbing his body.
These maids were all personally selected by Zongjun to serve Jiang He. He believed in them and so did Jiang He.
The imperial doctor said Zongjun would wake up, and she believed it.
No matter how many people around her are taken away by the hand of fate, she still believes that good people live longer and that God is just.
Jiang He took the medicine bottle from the maid's hand and gently sprinkled the powder on his face.
The originally gentle and amiable face was now unrecognizable.
If the incident in Lingquan was planned by Wei Nanxu early in the morning, and if Wei Nanxu was not dead yet, could it be that they had faced each other, talked, walked on the road, and experienced life and death together...
Just thinking about this possibility made Jiang He stand on end with rage.
The face under the power fence can't be clearly seen clearly.
She closed her eyes slightly to adjust her breathing.
Jiang He had never been so eager to kill someone.
But she needed to tie her hands and feet to make herself endure.
Because in this game of chess, winning or losing does not depend on the killing decision, but on the antidote.
"Your Highness...Run!"
Zongjun's voice sounded in the room filled with the smell of medicinal herbs.
That is the babble in a dream.
Full of tension and worry, just like he sacrificed his life to protect himself that day.
"Zongjun," Jiang He called him gently, "are you awake?"
(End of this chapter)
