Chapter 216 The young master’s safety First, the weather turned cold. Yan State was located east of Yishui, and the weather was freezing in winter, which was not conducive to with Yan State, Qi State is much conquer Qi, it is the way of heaven and earth.
Second, since the attack on Wei, from Xianyang to the east, the official roads of Yong State have been road is ten feet wide and passes through the original border of is made of Sanhe soil mixed with loess, quicklime and mortar, which is manually tamped and is spacious, straight and flat, reaching directly to the border of Qi Qi State, the terrain is favorable.
Third, the Yong army has now incorporated more than 20 Wei troops, and the Wei army has broken through the Qi defense line several times and detoured back to Xinling from the north of the Yellow are familiar with the situation on Qi's border and are good at fighting Qi's conquer Qi, people will be harmonious.
The time, place, and people are favorable, and it would be unreasonable not to attack Qi first.
The voice of "I second the proposal" resounded throughout the court, and King Zhao Zheng nodded slowly.
Li Tonggu breathed a sigh of relief.
If you want to attack Qi, you will not only defeat Qi, but also massacre everyone in the Qi royal would be easier to treat Jiang He if she had no relatives to rely on and no support from her motherland.
To attack Qi, it is best to let those Wei troops who have been incorporated depleting those soldiers and horses in this way, Jiang He would have no followers in the would be much easier to get rid of her completely.
When attacking Qi, Jiang He would definitely not sit back and wait to would make it easier for him to find evidence from Qi that the other party was collaborating with the it's a letter or a token, it can completely knock Jiang He down, making it impossible for him to stand up again.
Li Tonggu hoped that Jiang He could be executed. If not, he could also depose the queen.
In any case, he couldn't bear the fact that there was a woman behind the king, controlling the national policy of Yong State, and Si Chen holding the power of Yong State.
On this point, many courtiers coincided with Li Tonggu.
If someone hadn't refuted it, the matter would have been settled.
The position of prime minister in the Yong Kingdom is now vacant, and Feng Jie, the imperial censor, is the head of the officials.
I saw him holding the wat board high and marching out, knelt down and kowtowed and said: "Wei ministers think that we should attack Yan first."
Li Tonggu looked at Feng Jie with a slightly cold expression, wondering why he kept causing trouble for him recently.
And didn’t Feng Jie often have disagreements with Jiang He before? When was it bought? "Oh?" The King of Yong Kingdom's eyes brightened slightly and he frowned, "But why?"
Feng Jie said: "Wei Chen's reason is very simple. Wei Chen found out that Princess Zhao Yuxue of Zhao State ordered an assassin to assassinate His Majesty. Although the assassin was a retainer of Wei Ji, he was from Yan State."
It turned out to be the case.
"Presumably at that time, the Yan State felt that it was dying, so it sent assassins to sneak into the Wei State to persuade Wei Ji. Seeing that Wei Ji was unmoved, he surrendered to Zhao Yuxue's family."
Although the assassin failed, he killed many Yong soldiers.
"We, Dayong, are a country of etiquette," Feng Jie said eloquently. "I will always respect those who respect me, and those who offend me will be punished no matter how far away they are. Now King Yan is very proud of himself, thinking that I, Dayong, are afraid of him living in the northeastern border. But you can sit back and relax. You kill my soldiers, but you feel proud. My ancestors couldn't bear this, and the soldiers couldn't bear it. My king, can you bear it?"
Can the king tolerate it? This is a bit presumptuous.
Everyday, Feng Jie refutes others' arrogance, but now he himself is doing it knowingly.
The ministers looked left and right, only to find that the censors in the court were all mute.
"Bold!" In the end, Li Tonggu couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty's majestic strategy, how can a minister dare to question it?"
"Wei Chen is not questioning your Majesty," Feng Jie immediately turned to look at Li Tong Gudao, "Wei Chen is just worried that Your Majesty will be misled."
"Yushi Feng might as well explain it more clearly."
"Li Tingwei dares to say that he has no selfish motives? Is it because the Master of Qi State had an enmity with Tingwei when he was still there? Is Tingwei avenging his private revenge?"
"Feng Yushi, you are so slanderous!"
"Li Tingwei, you don't know the difference between black and white!"
……
Soon, the two opposing men each had their own supporters and started arguing loudly in the court.
Zhao Zheng raised his hand to signal Li Wenzhou to serve tea. His tea was still just boiled water.
The water in Chu is sweet, but Zhao Zheng still likes to drink water from Xianyang.
While drinking, he watched the debate in the court seriously, thinking that he had just returned home today and wondered what Ah He was doing.
The moon is the brightness of my hometown, and the water is the sweetness of my hometown.
It’s hard for Ah He.
Jiang He is trying to get acquainted with Zhao Qian.
When Zhao Zheng and Jiang He came back last night, Zhao Qian had already fallen couldn't bear to wake the child, so she only lit a weak lamp to see the child's face.
Zhao Qian slept peacefully, holding the windmill Zongjun gave him in his arms.
Even before breakfast today, Jiang He couldn't wait to see the child.
"Young Master, call your mother quickly." Cai Ling took Zhao Qian's hand and coaxed him.
Zhao Qian looked up and saw Jiang He's face, blinking his eyes with a puzzled expression.
He quickly moved his short legs and got behind Cai Ling.
We haven’t seen each other for more than half a year, which is indeed too long.
When Jiang He left, he was less than a year old.
Such a young child must be uneasy and sad when he leaves his he didn't know how to say that he just relied more on his his father is often very busy, so he can only play by himself, learn to walk and talk by himself.
Later, my father also went out to fight.
Although he was young and didn't know what kind of overt and covert attacks he was going through, a child who was trapped in Zhiyang Palace and was not allowed to go out would probably be confused about the world.
Slowly, the figure of my mother faded away in my just feel like there's an empty space in my heart, but I don't know what it is.
It's really distressing.
Jiang He's eyes were slightly hot, and he half-knelt down in front of Zhao Qian and opened his arms to him.
Aqian has grown a lot taller and looks very a short cyan robe, he has a chubby face that makes people want to pinch him.
"Aqian, come here, mother, give me a hug."
Zhao Qian still didn't move.
Cai Ling hurriedly hid aside, but Zhao Qian grabbed Cai Ling's clothes and refused to let Ling was so anxious that she almost cried. She urged him to go to Jiang He, which only made him even more panicked.
In the end, Zhao Qian simply ran away, his face turning red from suppressing his anger, and heading toward the dormitory angrily.
"It's bad to pick water chestnuts!" he said.
"It's my slave who didn't take care of me properly." Cai Ling cried and knelt down.
"You did a good job." Jiang He retracted his arm and stood up and said, "Manager Zong said you taught him to be on guard against others. Now that I have just come back, he looks like a stranger. It's not right to be so guarded." Does it mean you teach well?"
"But I also taught the young master to remember his mother, and I also told him what his mother looked like." Cai Ling's face was full of shame.
"What do you tell him?"
"The slave said that the young master's mother is very beautiful, with two beautiful eyes, a beautiful nose, a beautiful mouth, and a beautiful face... In short, she is beautiful. If you see her, you must call her mother, you must call her mother. Mother."
What kind of appearance characteristic is this?
Jiang He smiled and said, "That's all. You go and play with him first, and don't give him anything to eat before noon."
Cai Ling agreed and retreated.
Jiang He said again: "Don't be bored in Zhiyang Palace, go out and play."
Speaking of which, she did very little for this child.
Jiang He was filled with guilt.
She wanted to be a good mother, but she couldn't let go of her lifelong dream.
The child was so young that she left him at home and stayed away from him for more than half a year.
She missed Aqian's one-year-old birthday party, missed his fifth tooth, missed many of his smiles, many of his sleep talking, many of his coquettishness and crying.
Other children were comforted by their mothers when they fell, but this child could only wipe his tears by himself.
No matter how many maids and servants there are in the palace, nothing can compare to the embrace of a mother.
Jiang He walked into the small kitchen, put on his collar and apron, and made lunch for his children.
He is young and has few teeth, so he cannot eat food that is too hard.
It doesn’t work if it’s too soft, as it won’t be able to exercise your biting power.
Jiang He made braised tender lamb chops, boiled the old duck until soft and made porridge, chopped hawthorn to make appetizers, and finally washed two radishes and carved out a tiger and an eagle.
The tiger raised its talons to pounce on the eagle, and the eagle spread its wings and fled, looking lifelike.
After finishing these things, Jiang He went out to call A Qian back for dinner.
Zhao Qian was being led by Cai Ling to chase butterflies.
Dozens of doctors and commanders followed around.
Zongjun was not accompanying him. He stood not far away and looked around, as if he was wary of enemies that might appear at any time.
Jiang He was moved and couldn't help but wave to Zongjun.
It seems that this is how he usually takes care of A Qian.
Only by looking at it like this can you stay in the clear and be safe and sound.
Zongjun came over to salute and talked to Jiang He about recent events.
"Thank you very much." Jiang He said sincerely.
"These are the duties of a slave." Zongjun replied, and saw Aqian running over and hugging Zongjun's legs.
He staggered a little as he ran, and said happily: "Aweng... Die!"
Zong Jun knelt down and looked at the butterflies in his net pocket, and then smiled and said: "Young Master is so awesome! It's time to go home for dinner. Your mother has cooked the food yourself. Young Master, go and have a try."
She didn't say queen, nor did she say mother or mother. These two words were quite cordial.
Zhao Qian looked at Jiang He. Although his expression was more natural than that in the morning, he still looked away. He held the corners of his clothes with his little hands and said nothing.
Jiang He took the initiative to step forward and hold his hand: "Let's go. If you don't believe me, don't you still believe you, Aweng?"
The chubby hand moved in her palm but did not break away.
When he entered Zhiyang Palace, Jiang He cleaned his hands for him. His eyes flickered and he looked at Jiang He secretly, but he did not avoid it.
Until he saw the little tiger on the table, Zhao Qian shouted: "Dog!"
Jiang He's face darkened and he explained, "It's a tiger."
"Young Master has never seen a tiger." Zong Jun walked to the entrance of the palace and smiled, "Last time, Young Master saw the dog in the picture album and got to know the dog."
"Director Zong," Jiang He said immediately, "you have to catch a tiger and let him recognize it. What I am doing is a tiger, how can it be a dog?"
Zongjun said with a bitter look on his face: "Isn't it difficult for Your Highness to be a slave?"
Jiang He was about to say more when he heard a clear "click" sound. It was Zhao Qian who bit off the tiger's head.
As if he felt that he had achieved a great success, he narrowed his eyes because of the sourness and spiciness of the radish and smiled with saliva flowing from his mouth.
"More..."
After finishing the meal, Zhao Qian was still unfulfilled.
"If you eat too much, your belly will bloate. After you finish eating, my mother will be gone."
Although Jiang He said this, he still handed him a piece of hawthorn cake.
Zhao Qian took it in his hand, but handed it back to Jiang He.
"Mother eat."
He pursed his red lips and smiled a little the strangeness on his face when they first met has faded of satisfaction, trust and well-behavedness.
Jiang He walked up to him and held him in his arms.
"Aqian, Mom misses you so much."
Her voice was a little hoarse, and she felt a small tender hand pat her back.
"Mother..."
(End of this chapter)