Chapter 192 The ending of King Wei Zhao Zheng's handwriting is calm and broad, with thick ink and a cold and upright air.
These few words made Jiang He's eyes moist.
"Your Majesty agrees."
She closed the letter and said warmly.
Meng Tian then breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little worried.
If the Wei royal family goes all the way north to join the main force of Wei, there may be many twists and turns.
"Martial law on the Yellow River." Jiang He said immediately.
It seems that the queen and herself have thought of something.
Meng Tian immediately agreed and turned around to leave.
Jiang He put the letter away and walked back to the camp in the darkening night.
Her heart was filled with images of Zhao Zheng.
The way he was angry because he knew she had written a letter to Wei Ji; the way he hugged A Qian and laughed while teasing her; the way he suppressed his anger when he reluctantly agreed to her coming to Daliang; and the way he sent her away, in Reluctance outside Xianyang City.
He said in the letter: "Daliang is thousands of miles away from Gu, and everything is decided by the queen."
He said in the letter: "Ah He, there is a large sable cloak in your luggage. It's cold, so remember to wear it."
He was her king, her husband, her precious other half.
He compromised his otherwise impossible persistence for her.
Jiang He opened his luggage and took out the sable cloak.
She looked smiling, but tears rolled down her eyes.
Let this end quickly.
When it's over, she doesn't need to suffer so much and can return to him.
"Caught a businessman!"
In the territory of the Chu Kingdom, Yingji, a close adviser to the king Mi Fuchu, slowly raised his eyelids and looked at his subordinates who came to report.
"Businessman?" His voice was like an old windmill, whining indistinctly.
"Yes," the subordinate said, "He sneaked over from the north and brought a lot of gold cakes with him."
To the north of here is Daliang City.
Yingji's fingers traced across the mahogany table, and the fingertips rubbed against the grain of the wood, making a rustling sound.
"Businessman?" These three words spat out in his mouth, as if they had been chewed over and over again, "impossible."
The subordinates looked confused.
"Daliang City is under martial law now. To escape, you need the help of the city guards. Unless you are a member of the royal family, you cannot do this. Bring him here and let me take a look."
Yingji stood up as he spoke and saw a man being pushed in in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
Although he is nearly middle-aged, he is still tall and tall.
Slightly fatter, with arrogance hidden in his eyes.
Seeing Ying Ji, the man's eyes rolled, his cheeks twitched, and turned into an embarrassed laugh.
"I hope it will be convenient to pass by Guibao."
Yingji also laughed, remembering the King of Wei whom he met when he was on an envoy to Wei several years ago.
Compared with now, it is a world of difference.
A dog that has lost its home is in panic.
"No rush," the wrinkles on Yingji's face deepened, "I would like to see what treasures the former King of Wei brought with him when he abandoned his people."
Wei Yu laughed harder than crying.
I thought the other party was a robber who robbed my house, and at worst I would lose gold and silver.
He didn't expect that they were capable of killing his guards, and they wouldn't give up even after getting the gold, and they wouldn't let him leave.
Now that Wei Yu saw this man, he realized that he was an adviser to the Chu State.
It's really humiliating to have your identity discovered.
"What do you want?" Wei Yu asked.
He waved away the guard holding his arm, revealing the aura of King Wei.
"According to the order of the King of Chu," Ying Ji said, "while your two countries are fighting fiercely, take advantage of it."
Sure enough, it was a robber.
If a country is a bandit, it will be much more shameless than those rough men in the mountains.
"Are you taking advantage of Wei State?" Wei Yu sneered, "Do you dare to touch Yong State?"
"If it's cheap enough," Yingji said with a sly smile, "then I dare."
"This has nothing to do with me," Wei Yu turned around, "You are taking advantage of yourself. I am no longer the King of Wei, and you and I cannot be in conflict with each other."
"Wait a minute..."
Yingji spoke slowly: "Excuse me, please leave the pass token."
The pass token of the Wei royal family can enter the territory of Wei unimpeded.
However, Wei Yu strode forward as if he hadn't heard anything.
Yingji saw him take something out of his sleeve and quickly stepped forward to snatch Wei Yu had already opened his mouth and swallowed it.
The token was nothing more than a piece of jade the size of Xia Chan. It slid down Wei Yu's throat and entered his belly.
Yingji stopped.
"Why are you doing this?"
He shook his head and said, "Don't you know what kind of person I am?"
The sky darkened and thick clouds passed by, enveloping us with the severe cold of early winter.
The news that Yong Guo agreed to the conditions proposed by Long Yangjun reached Daliang City early in the morning.
Notices were posted under the city gate for the common people to know.
Most of the people were illiterate, so the government specially sent people to read it content of the notice should also be written in a concise and easy-to-understand manner so that people can understand the meaning after hearing it once.
Those who understood it were either crying and howling in fear, or they had accepted the outcome and ran back to tell their families and neighbors.
"Young Master said that he could not stop Yong Guo."
"Young Master said that Yong Guo promised not to massacre the city."
"When the young master says that he will give birth to his son in three days, Yong's army will retreat a hundred miles. If the people want to leave Daliang City, they can pack their bags within three days and leave in three days."
"Young master said that the north of the Yellow River is still the border of Wei State. Those who are willing to continue to be Wei subjects can cross the river to the north."
"Young master said that he hopes that the old, young, women and children will stay as much as possible to avoid the twists and turns of the journey and the possibility of freezing and starving to death on the way."
"My son said..."
Bits and pieces of words were spread in the streets.
Wei Wang Wei Jia did not show up, and the notice was stamped with the seal of the prince Wei will bear the responsibility for abandoning Daliang City.
After reading the notice and hearing so many words from Young Master Wei Ji, most of the people in Daliang City of Wei State had only one thought: "Young Master, he doesn't want us anymore."
An hour later, a dense crowd gathered outside the palace.
First they knelt on the ground and cried.
"Your Highness, please continue to defend the city!"
"That's right, sir, Daliang City has never been conquered. Even the Chu State cannot attack Daliang City, how can the Yong State break in?"
"Please, I am willing to go into battle and kill the enemy! My son and grandson are willing to do it!"
……
The pleas came one after another, and were finally interrupted.
"Stop crying! Stop begging! The young master is in a hurry to escape! I was fine in Luoyang, but the young master asked me to flee to Daliang. Now I have given up on Daliang and am fleeing to the north of the Yellow River!"
"That's right! The young master fled north in a carriage with fine clothes and fine food. He didn't know the plight of us poor people."
"Young Master fled without a fight. He was afraid of death. He doesn't want Daliang City anymore. He doesn't want us anymore!"
Among the chaotic accusations, there were also some words of comfort from the common people.
"Master, don't be angry, they are anxious."
"Yes, we are in a hurry. Our ancestors are all from the Wei State, and no one wants to be a Yong State person! I will pack my luggage right away. Wherever the young master goes, I will follow him!"
"But I can't help it, my mother, she can't walk..."
Cries, accusations, and curses were noisy outside the Wei Wei army generals guarding the palace did not refute or drive him away. They had received the order in advance.
Do not harm people.
The young master said that within three days, they would still be the common people of Wei.
At this time, in King Yong's palace, the latest Di newspaper was placed on Zhao Zheng's desk.
The main force of the Wei army north of the Yellow River has avoided a direct conflict with Wang the command of Wei's chief general Mang Mao, they assembled an army of 30 and took advantage of Qi to sneak around to the southeast and approach Xinling.
Xinling is the fiefdom of Wei Ji.
Or maybe it is Wei's last hope.
If nothing goes wrong, when Meng Tian retreats a hundred miles, Wei Ji will return to Xinling to take over the Wei army.
That's his army of cronies.
He will be as powerful as a tiger and as powerful as a dragon riding the wind, and will be unstoppable.
Zhao Zheng did not think that Yong's cavalry would be defeated by Wei.
But he didn't want to kill more generals because of a single thought.
A thin piece of green silk was spread in front of Zhao Zheng.
The ink in the Langhao pen is full.
He likes to write with thick ink.
If it is strong, it will be difficult to change.
It symbolizes the majesty of the king who must fulfill his orders.
"Kill," he wrote, stroke by stroke.
"Exhausted," he wrote again, frowning.
Zhao Zheng wrote the last five words very quickly, as if he was afraid that he would change his mind.
"A male from the Wei royal family."
Kill all the male members of the Wei royal family.
This is the order he gave. This order will avoid Jiang He and be sent directly to Meng Tian.
It is true that the Yong Kingdom never massacred a city, nor did it exterminate the royal families of various countries.
But Wei Ji was different.
Zhao Zheng made an exception out of respect for Wei Ji.
Respecting Wei Ji was the only enemy he cared about.
Putting the letter into the letter bag and tightening the drawstring, Zhao Zheng motioned to Li Wenzhou to take it away.
"Ask Su Yu to deliver it in person."
he said coldly.
The most important orders must of course be delivered by the most trusted messenger.
After Zhao Zheng finished writing the letter, he didn't feel any better.
He was very tired today. Although it was just noon, he decided to go back in the sedan chair.
A Qian was already asleep. Zhao Zheng returned to the dormitory and lay on the dragon bed between him and Jiang He. He felt that the place was very empty.
There were no soft words from her in his ears, nor her coquettish look from time to time.
When I reached out, there was no warmth from her body.
Not knowing what was going on, Zhao Zheng suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
His heart was pounding and he couldn't breathe smoothly.
The palace maid had already boiled the soup that the monarch drank every day. When he came back, she had already placed it on the small table outside the screen.
Zhao Zheng stood up to get it and glanced at Jiang He's dowry.
Many images suddenly flashed through his mind.
He thought of the fire and what Jiang He had gone to get regardless of his own safety was the letter written to her by Wei Ji in the dowry.
"Do you want to marry the man who wrote to you?"
he once asked.
And she murmured in her hazy sleep: "Okay, I'll marry him."
But she didn't marry him.
Although there was a chance.
She didn't love him, but cherished him.
Thousands of treasures.
The medicine bowl was placed heavily on the dowry by Zhao Zheng, and he suddenly strode out.
"Come on!"
The silence in Zhiyang Palace was broken, and the servants rushed over and knelt down to listen to the order.
"If you have a secret message, please send it to Daliang Mengtian immediately."
He wants to write another letter.
(End of this chapter)