Chapter 217 Struggling Zhao Zheng, the king of Yong State, returned late at night.
The lights in the dormitory were a little darker than usual, just enough for him to see the furnishings in the hall clearly to avoid bumping into things.
It seems that Jiang He has fallen asleep.
Zhao Zheng took off his clothes, went to the clean room to take a bath alone, and then put on neat he returned to the dragon bed, he found that Jiang He was sleeping a little outside.
He sat on the bedside and took a closer look. It turned out that it was because Zhao Qian was sleeping in the dragon bed.
Jiang He was lying on his side, with one arm around A Qian's shoulders and the other around his waist.
Her body was slightly curled up, shaped like a rising moon Aqian's little foot stepped on Jiang He's abdomen right in the middle of the moon fell asleep soundly, peacefully and sweetly.
Not sure if he was dreaming of something, A Qian's little head burrowed into Jiang He's arms.
This slight movement woke up the mother. Jiang He moved his arms slightly to confirm that the child was okay, then gently patted his butt and coaxed him to continue sleeping.
In a daze, Jiang He discovered that Zhao Zheng was back.
"Are you tired?" she asked softly.
Zhao Zheng lay down next to Jiang He, put his arms around her shoulders, and took a deep breath in her hair.
"With Ah He here, I won't be tired no matter what."
The couple just lay quietly, saying nothing, but they seemed to have said a lot.
The sound of a watch was heard outside, and Zhao Zheng suddenly asked: "Have you heard about what happened in the court?"
"Well," Jiang He said softly, "the ministers are encouraging His Majesty to attack Qi."
She doesn't shy away from being he is not in the court, he is aware of any disturbance there.
It's not to influence the government, but I don't want to close my eyes and listen.
"Yes." Zhao Zhengdao, "The queen said, what should we do?"
It's really unkind to throw this problem to yourself.
Jiang He moved his hand away from A Qian and pinched Zhao Zheng's waist with his force was so strong that Zhao Zheng snorted lightly.
"Your Majesty, whether you like to fight or not, what's going on with Chen's concubine? Are you asking me this now because you want to dump the burden on me?"
"Don't be upset..." Zhao Zheng grabbed Jiang He's hand, intertwined his fingers with hers, and said warmly, "Qi is your mother country after all. I just want to find a way that doesn't involve losing both sides."
There is no need for both sides to suffer losses, unless Yong State gives up and allows Qi State to fend for itself on the East China Sea.
But the State of Qi was the place where Taigong Wang's descendants lived. Although the country's fortunes were declining in modern times, there were still envoys like Jiang Anqing who were able to control the situation, women like Jiang He who were skilled in the art of war, and even young masters like Jiang Ben who were powerful and flexible.
The State of Qi is a land of great beauty. Once Jiang Bi ascends the throne and becomes king, with a few capable talents and hard work for several years, it will easily be able to prosper and grow.
If we don’t fight now, we might just postpone the war by a few decades.
Zhao Zheng hopes that he will fight all the battles and bear the name of all cruelty.
When Zhao Qian grows up, he can "govern the world with benevolence", treat the people generously, extend kindness, govern with virtue, and put the people first.
The accumulation of the previous kings of the Yong Kingdom for several generations was just for him to conquer the world today.
And what he did today was just to pave the way for Zhao Qian.
Generation after generation, they have worked hard to achieve a prosperous and prosperous China.
Holding his wife in his arms, Zhao Zheng sighed softly.
He knew she understood, maybe she had already planned a lot for him.
"Although it's my hometown," Jiang He smiled lonely, "I actually don't have much homesickness."
There are few relatives in the family, and when they meet occasionally, their feelings are she was nine years old, she lost her mother and went on a mission to a foreign country with her father.
Jiang He likes the snow in the north, the flowers in the south, the strong wind in the west, and the sunrise in the east.
As long as she lives there, she will quickly adapt to the food there and learn the seems that everywhere in Kyushu can become her hometown and make her feel at ease.
"It's just..." Jiang He said, "After I met Jiang Ben, everything changed."
The Jiang family is a member of the clan.
Although the blood relationship with the royal family is far away, they are still from the same ancestor.
When she was a child, she accompanied her mother and never saw Jiang Ben in the she was sent back to Qi by Wei Ji and became a maid in the palace, Jiang Ben happened to have left Qi and went to Yong as a hostage.
She only knew that there was such a person, but she didn't realize how good this brother was until they met him later.
Jiang Ben appears to be heartless, but he actually hides his ingenuity; he appears to be quick-tongued, but in fact he knows how to adapt to circumstances; at first glance, he seems to be a playboy, but later on, he realizes that he values love and righteousness the most.
If her father gave birth to a younger brother for her, he should be like Jiang Ben.
Jiang He often thinks this way.
So now that she was asked to propose a plan to attack the country where her younger brother was assisting the government, Jiang He resisted in his heart.
She doesn't do anything against her if this thing is the dream way forward.
Not the same.
A hometown is only considered a hometown if there are people who care about it.
The State of Qi was really her hometown, a place she was reluctant to raise her troops to attack.
"Is it different?" Zhao Zheng closed his eyes and said, "Then please trouble the queen and write a letter to Jiang Ben."
Go and write a letter.
The next day Zhao Zheng was not in Zhiyang Palace. Jiang He took A Qian around the entire palace, but from time to time he would think of what kind of letter to seal.
A Qian has become familiar with Jiang He today.
When he was tired from walking, he would reach out for a hug. If he fell, he wouldn't get up, waiting for Jiang He to help him.
The child's face is full of pride that he has a mother, and he deliberately raises his voice when talking to others.
He soon discovered that Jiang He was not a spoiled mother.
Tired of walking?Sit down, rest, and continue walking on your own.
Did you fall?Mother is here to stay with you, waiting for you to get up on your own.
Stuck on a small tree and want to cut it down?No, it's not allowed to lose your temper.
Fortunately, his mother always smiles and is willing to give him a hug after he becomes good. She even likes to praise him after he does some little things: "It's great to have a son to help!"
It is very important for Aqian to figure out what kind of child his mother likes.
He puffed up his little chest and walked faster.
A Qian fell asleep at noon, and Jiang He was still thinking, what kind of letter should he write? Persuaded to surrender?
As a sister, I just don't care about my mother's family, but I also persuade my younger brother to throw away the throne that is within easy reach and give all the family property to his brother-in-law?
Can you help him analyze Yong's military strength? That would be tantamount to a threat.
The siblings used to talk about everything, but now they are very close to each other.
Promise him all kinds of benefits? He told him that he would try his best to preserve the Qi ancestral temple and give them land and properties for them to live in and ask Jiang Ben to return to Xianyang to work, or choose which county chief he wants to be? "Ugh……"
Jiang He sighed heavily.
The throne is gone. Wouldn't it be humiliating to make him the county magistrate? What's more, although Jiang Ben is now assisting the government, he is not the king of Qi after Lu Yong wanted to surrender, he might be drowned in the spit of those ministers.
Jiang He studied the ink over and over again, but could not write a single word.
In the evening, Zheng Ling asked to see him.
Since Zheng Xinguan died beside Zheng Guo Canal, Jiang He placed Zheng Ling next to him.
She taught Zheng Ling the art of war and was considered Zheng Ling's master.
Zheng Ling brought many bamboo slips and piled them in front of Jiang He, like a hill.
"I heard that the master is back," Zheng Ling said. "The apprentice has brought his experience of practicing the art of war in the past six months. Master, please take a look when you have time. The apprentice is waiting for your criticism and correction."
After not seeing each other for half a year, this child has grown much taller and wiser.
He didn't dare to look at Jiang He's face, his head was lowered and his ears were a little red.
"Why are you shy?" Jiang He laughed at him.
"Apprentice is not shy," Zheng Ling said, "it was the sect steward who said that if I dare to stare at Master's face like before, if His Majesty finds me, I will be beheaded."
Jiang He laughed.
How can you scare a child?
"Speaking of..." Jiang He turned over the bamboo slips and saw the neat handwriting. He suddenly remembered something and asked Zheng Lingdao, "You used to be very naughty. Why did you suddenly become well-behaved and willing to learn from me?"
Zheng Ling recalled it carefully, raised his head slightly, and said seriously: "That time when the apprentice made a mistake and came back, the master told me that it is not easy for people to live well, and he was very sad. No one cared about the apprentice when he was a child, and no one paid attention to the apprentice's affairs. Sad, no one has ever cried for my apprentice. But someone as noble as my master cried for me, so my apprentice just thought that he should study hard and make his master happy."
Jiang He moved slightly.
She was sad at that time, and she found out more about Zhao Zheng's condition.
Unexpectedly, this child changed his temper and returned to the right path.
No matter how many sweet words you say between people, they can't compare to the care that comes from the heart.
Jiang He suddenly raised his head with excitement, put down the bamboo slips and said, "I now know how to write a letter!"
Zheng Ling was sitting on her knees in surprise when she saw Jiang He had already gotten up and went to the back hall.
(End of this chapter)