Chapter 17 Changing clothes for the orphan Are you chatting? Jiang He barely opened his eyes, and finally closed them tiredly from the hard work of the day.
Did the fire burn the king of Yong State to the point of confusion? Why did he start chatting?
"What did you say?" she muttered softly.
Zhao Zheng's voice was closer, as if it was right next to her ear.
"Do you want to marry the man who wrote to you?"
His tone was solemn and tentative, as if he had to figure it out.
Before the heavy sleep hit him, Wei Ji's face appeared in Jiang He's mind.
The young master looks like a dragon and a phoenix, dressed in white, with jade trees facing the wind.
She leaned on his back, met the flying snow in the sky, encountered the winter plum blossoms in bloom, encountered the dark willows and bright flowers, and faced the warming east wind, returning to her hometown.
He said: "Jiang He, leave quickly. Only by leaving can we survive."
He said: "I am carrying you on my back and will not let you go unless I die."
He changed her wound medicine by the campfire, his face full of pity and distress.
He learned to fish in the river ditch, and when he caught one he brought it back like a beating heart.
Marrying such a person means marrying happiness, marrying peace, and marrying abundance.
Jiang He had a smile on his face.
"Okay," she murmured softly, "I'll marry him."
The hall finally became quiet.
The breeze blows in from the open window lattice and stirs the hanging pearls under the bed curtain.
The white Dongzhu collided with each other, and the voice was soft and low, as if someone was whispering in response.
Zhao Zheng, who was leaning next to Jiang He, lay back.
His heart felt like a piece of it had been ripped out, and the blood pumped into the heart was delayed in returning, making his injured left leg even more painful.
Zhao Zheng, who gently covered himself with the brocade quilt, lowered his arms and closed his eyes, was tired but unable to fall asleep.
This is a mood swing I've never experienced before.
After a long time, Zhao Zheng tried to turn over.
The injured left leg was placed on the right leg, and the body was turned sideways. When he opened his eyes, he could see Jiang He's back.
Her long hair was spread freely, and it was black, soft and shiny, with a faint fragrance of soap locust and bamboo shoulders are thin but the corners of the shoulders are rounded, rising and falling gently with the breathing under the clothes.
Zhao Zheng closed his eyes.
Smelling this scent, I fell asleep.
The autumn breeze blew crisply on the second day. I opened the window and saw wild geese heading south. The sky was high and the sky was vast. The ruddy morning sun crossed the eaves of the palace and shone on the auspicious beast Xie Zhi with the horns on its forehead, making its eyes even brighter.
Zhao Zheng had already sat up, saw the wild geese and the rising sun outside the window, and softly recited a ballad.
"When the geese sing, the sun begins to rise. When a scholar returns to his wife, the ice has not yet disappeared."
His tone was low and leisurely, as if he was not sitting in a palace guarded by layers of guards, but walking in the fields, watching the flowing clouds and flying geese, and listening to the gentle stream.
Jiang He, who had set up the window lattice, turned his head, his eyes gleaming with surprise.
"This is a folk song from Bei. I remember that the second half of the sentence is, 'To recruit a boatman, if you are involved in the boat, I will be a friend.' It seems that your Majesty has been to Beidi."
When there were chamberlains and palace maids present, Jiang He called Zhao Zheng "Your Majesty" and called himself "Concubine".
In Bei, King Wu of Zhou granted Wu Geng, the son of King Zhou of Yin, this place, which is now within the territory of Wei.
Having been a proton of the Wei State, he knew the folk songs of the Wei State, and there was nothing surprising about them.
I just don’t understand why Jiang He, as a native of Qi, knows Wei so well.
Zhao Zheng sat firmly on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging down, Cheng Fu's deep eyes fell on Jiang He, and there was a smile on his lips.
"The queen has also been to Bedi."
This sentence was not a question, but showed determination and a tone that encouraged her to continue speaking.
Jiang He raised her arms with a smile, and the maid serving her put on layers of rich ink and gorgeous clothes for Zhao Zheng's waiting expression was obviously sullen, she showed a bit of naughtiness and said, "I have been everywhere."
You really talk big without blinking an eye.
Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Come here and change my clothes."
From the time he left his homeland at the age of six, Zhao Zheng dressed and tied his hair by himself.
He never allows others to touch him, just like he doesn't eat food cooked in other kitchens or drink water served by others. This has not changed in more than ten years.
Although Jiang He had only known him for a few months, he already knew this habit of his.
She couldn't have an attack in front of the maid, so she just pointed to her arm.
That means: Why do you let me help you when you have both hands and feet?
Zhao Zheng's raised eyebrows fell, and he said with a somewhat impatient expression: "Gu is seriously injured and needs help."
It is true that my legs and feet are inconvenient.
After serving the princess of Qi for so long, she is now so careless.
Jiang He nodded guiltily, looked to the left and right and said, "Did you hear that?"
The palace maid who originally served Jiang He immediately knelt forward holding Zhao Zheng's clothes and expression was both anxious and excited, as if he had finally found an opportunity to flatter His Majesty.
Zhao Zheng was recently married and had only his wife and no concubines.
Their status is humble, even if they cannot become concubines, as long as they can be favored by His Majesty for a day, it is still a dream.
Zhao Zheng was annoyed.
He looked up at Jiang dark clothes made her look even brighter, like the night surrounding the moon, making people want to look around and grab it.
"Ms. Jiang," he sat still and his voice was a bit colder, "change clothes for me."
Calling her Mrs. Jiang is really annoying.
Speaking of which, in his heart he was still a slave serving the royal family.
Jiang He stepped forward, took the clothes from the trembling palace maid, and helped Zhao Zheng change them.
Zhao Zheng had already stood up.
He is tall.
Jiang He was born in the state of Qi, where the women were already much taller and taller than those in the state of Jiang He stood in front of Zhao Zheng, with the top of his head only reaching his lips.
I don't know if it was because he had never been dressed before, but Zhao Zheng's movements were a little stiff.
The arms are raised too high so that the sleeves cannot be put in; the head is not lowered enough so that the back collar cannot be getting dressed, my arms hang down, making it difficult to put on my belt.
Jiang He had to hold Zhao Zheng's arm with one hand, pull it down, and put on the sleeves; stand on tiptoes, wrap her hands around Zhao Zheng's neck, and adjust the collar; when tightening her belt, she had to use two arms to hold Zhao Zheng hands to leave room to tie the belt.
Changing clothes this time was time-consuming and laborious, and Zhao Zheng seemed to have suddenly turned into an inflexible puppet at the mercy of others.
And whenever a maid or chamberlain wanted to come forward to help, Zhao Zheng would look at them coldly.
No need to speak, he just forced the opponent back like a bow and arrow.
After getting dressed, Li Wenzhou, the head chamberlain, arrived.
This was Ah Weng, who had served Zhao Zheng since childhood. Jiang He put Zhao Zheng's hand on Li Wenzhou's arm like he was handing over a hot potato.
"Aweng is here, and you can put on your Majesty's boots."
She remembered that Zhao Zheng had called Li Wenzhou that once during the aftermath of the disaster, so she called him the same way.
Li Wenzhou obviously looked shocked and excited. He bowed and saluted. Jiang He quickly put Zhao Zheng's hand firmly on his arm.
Before Li Wenzhou could say anything else, Jiang He walked away.
The conversation between Zhao Zheng and Li Wenzhou came from behind.
"Where have you been sleeping at night lately?"
"Your Majesty, it's in Jingchen Courtyard."
"How is it there?"
"I want it to be closer to Zhiyang Palace so that I can serve you more easily."
"You should change places."
Zhao Zheng's uncertain voice sounded, and Jiang He had already walked out of the palace door.
Zhao Jiao, Lord of Chang'an, ran directly into the palace from the hunting ground.
He had a broken ankle and was carried into Zhao Zheng's bedroom on a carriage board. When he passed the gate, the carriage tilted and Zhao Jiao's ankle was screamed in a low voice, almost crying.
Zhao Zheng was sitting opposite Jiang He having a meal. When he saw Zhao Jiao coming in, Jiang He stopped his chopsticks and turned to look at him.
The door panel was placed on the ground. Zhao Jiao sat on a futon and raised his sleeves to wipe his tears and said: "Brother Wang! Brother Chen is here! Brother Chen heard that someone was setting fire to commit murder, and he was almost scared to death! Brother Wang is fine, Dayong is really Protected by the gods..."
He sobbed sincerely and was still wearing a horse-riding he had caught something while hunting, and there were faint traces of dried blood on his trouser sachet in his waist was lost somewhere, and he only wore a jade ring, which was half broken.
Zhao Zheng took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and stood up slowly.
Although the injury on his leg was serious, it did not affect his ability to Zheng walked around Jiang He and walked to Zhao Jiao. He reluctantly knelt down and held Zhao Jiao's calf.
Zhao Jiao's right foot was highly swollen, and he had not been splinted or applied any medicine.
Zhao Zheng's hand moved down Zhao Jiao's calf. Zhao Jiao was sweating profusely at first, but soon started to moan.
"Brother Wang, it hurts, it hurts!"
He stretched out his hand to push away Zhao Zheng's touch, but he didn't dare.
"It's cracked here and needs to be splinted." Zhao Zheng's hand stopped on his calf three inches above the ankle and said in a deep voice.
Zhao Jiao's hands protected his calves, preventing Zhao Zheng from moving.
Zhao Zheng's hand continued to move downward, pressing on the highly swollen joint.
"It's dislocated here, we need to set the bone."
Without any hint or warning, Zhao Zheng suddenly twisted hard! There was a strange "click" sound, followed by Zhao Jiao's scream, his voice collapsed in grief, and almost overturned the roof.
Zhao Jiao was carried by the chamberlain to the imperial doctor's room.
The imperial doctor fixed the splint on his broken calf and finally said, "Just rest for three months and don't exert any force. The young master will be fine."
"My ankle! Ankle!"
Zhao Jiao pointed to his foot, which had been bone-struck by Zhao Zheng, and cried with tears.
Brother Wang is cruel, I wonder if he will be useless from now on.
The imperial doctor couldn't help but laugh and said: "I didn't expect that Your Majesty has such a bone-setting ability! Chang'an Jun's ankle was originally twisted, but now it is healed."
All right?
Zhao Jiao looked down at his feet. Although the swelling in the joints had not subsided, the feeling of swelling was gradually fading away.
The imperial doctor left, and for some reason the palace was suddenly empty.
Chang'an Jun raised his head and saw the Queen Mother walking towards him.
Her steps were fast and her expression was anxious and restless. She couldn't help but ask after they had just met.
"How are your feet? What did the doctor say?"
(End of this chapter)