Chapter 22 Nightmare after another.
In the dream, the Yong Kingdom went to war with the other six kingdoms, and he was ordered by his brother to lead his troops to fight in person.
Spears, clubs, knives, swords, axes, weapons from various countries were shaking in the air, but his armor was so thin.
He saw himself lying in blood, his body and head separated.
He wanted to put the broken pieces of himself back together, but he saw a square-top high-heeled boot falling from above his head and stepping on his face.
Zhao Jiao, Lord of Chang'an, woke up from his dream with a loud shout. His clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and the sachet was shaking on the bed tent, as if a ghost had been approaching and then leaving.
"Come here, come here!" he shouted, his voice frightened.
The maid opened the door and came in to help Zhao Jiao bathe and change clothes.
Not long after, the imperial doctor also arrived to replace Zhao Jiao's splint and check the leg bones.
The maid took advantage of the imperial doctor's attention and replaced the sachet on Zhao Jiao's bed tent.
The crushed South China Sea rotten wood mixed in the sachet is the reason why Zhao Jiao dreams at night.
There are two sachets with identical embroidery work.
One was given by Wei Nanxu to Zhao Jiao three years ago as a gift when Zhao Jiao was 15 years old when he had his hair tied. The other was given by Wei Zhangde to Wei Nanxu, who ordered Wei Nanxu to make the same one again within one day, stuffed with medicine, and The bribed maid hung on Zhao Jiao's bedside at night.
If you want to confuse your intelligence, first confuse your heart.
Wei Nanxu initially refused, but when Wei Xiangguo told her how the fire starter got to her residence, Wei Nanxu had no reason to refuse.
Prince Yong, who had expressed his love to her for many years and seemed to be unable to get it, actually used her to frame her, and even pushed the entire Wei family into a situation of no return.
Wei Nanxu embroidered that purse, every stitch and every stitch was filled with hatred.
The maid put the purse she took off into her sleeves, quietly packed it up, and exited the bedroom.
Zhao Jiao had finished his breakfast and was having tea in the front hall.
A man who looked like a guard entered through the corner door, lowered his head and hurriedly opened the door to the front hall.
If you look carefully, you will find dark brown stains on the ground where he passed.
It was dirt mixed with blood.
The guard's surname is Chang.
Guard Chang walked to Zhao Jiao and knelt down, his expression submissive and embarrassed.
"what happened?"
Zhao Jiao immediately sat up straight and stared at Guard Chang with burning eyes.
Chang Wei's face turned pale and he kowtowed: "Last night, our people were ambushed outside the city, and more than half of them were killed or injured."
Lord Chang'an raised a killer who served him.
In order to deceive others, he made his most trusted guard the leader.
Those killers usually disperse in the countryside. Except for gathering outside the city once a month, their whereabouts are mysterious.
However, during the assembly yesterday, someone unexpectedly broke into the private house in one fell swoop. They first fired a heavy crossbow into the window, and then broke in and killed him at close range.
Fortunately, Guard Chang escaped alive to report, but he was also seriously injured in yesterday's battle.
"who?"
Zhao Jiao stood up in panic.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, with a cold light and doubt flashing through them, completely different from his usual playful and playful look.
Chang Wei took out a crossbow arrow from his sleeve.
The arrow is not long, it is triangular in shape, with each side having the same arc.
The arrow shaft is made of eucalyptus wood, which is hard and not easy to break.
"This is..." Zhao Jiao stared at the arrow, beads of sweat gradually pouring out of his forehead.
"This is His Majesty's personal bodyguard, the commander's arrow." Chang Wei tried his best to suppress the timidity in his heart, but his voice could not help but tremble when he spoke.
"Your Majesty knows," he said, "Your Majesty knows that the envoy from Qi State is a young master..."
"Shut up!" Zhao Jiao raised his foot and kicked Guard Chang.
"Shut up," he said again, turned to look at the hot sunshine outside, and said, "You go down first. If any of those killers are injured and cannot be used, there is no need to keep them. The rest will enter the city in batches. Young Master may be of great use."
Chang Huwei raised his head in shock, but was frightened by Zhao Jiao's murderous intent and obeyed the order to leave.
Jiang He felt much better since he learned that Wei Ji was not dead.
She still walks around in her free time every day, but she is no longer anxious.
Judging from the meaning revealed in Zhao Zheng's few words, it seems that the Yong State spy will be captured in the next few days.
The person who assassinated the Qi envoy and set fire to the palace might be the same person.
That man was cunning and clever. What he did was not only destroy Qi Yong's marriage, but also wanted Zhao Zheng's life.
Zhao Zheng returned Wei Zhangde to the government, and the commander of the Wei army, Su Yu, was ordered to continue investigating the arson. In fact, he rarely came to Zhao Zheng to report.
Zhao Zheng is waiting, waiting for the snipe and the clam to fight, waiting for the mantis to hunt the cicada, and waiting for the dog to bite the dog.
Jiang He watched the fire from across the bank and always felt that Zhao Zheng was thoughtful and deep.
Fortunately, Zhao Zheng might be able to find out the spies after the six-nation envoys gathered and the festival at Mount Jiuwei.
Then he should keep his promise and release Qi's proton.
Then Jiang He can leave.
I wonder how Wei Ji is doing now.
The stars in the night sky blinked like naughty children. Jiang He sat under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and opened Wei Ji's second letter in the dim light of the lantern.
The handwriting is still flowing and free and uninhibited. Although there are only a few sentences, it is warm and warm.
"The flowers are blooming in Luoyang, and the wind is blowing from the east, but no news has been sent back to Linzi. I don't know who He Mei has seen recently, or what books she has read. Life in the palace is peaceful. The spring is warm and cold at first, so I take care of my body and think about it."
Who did he meet at that time, what books did he read... Jiang He looked up at the sky and thought for a while.
At that time, Jiang He returned to Qi State, but there were no elders in the Queen Mother felt sorry for her loneliness and took her into the palace to raise her.
On the third day after entering the palace, she met Jiang Yuheng, Princess of Qi.
"Are you the daughter of the envoy that the Young Master of Wei State sent back in person?" Jiang Yuheng looked her up and down, and then asked the Queen Mother for permission to bring Jiang He to his palace.
"My granddaughter will not treat her badly. I feel bored reading and writing by myself, so let her come with me."
Jiang Yuheng hugged the Queen Mother's sleeves and acted coquettishly until the Queen Mother agreed to her.
Later she lived with Jiang Yuheng.
Saying that she is a female official to the outside world can block the ministers' complaints about her.
Internally, she's almost like a maid.
Fortunately, because of her status, the Queen Mother agreed to her, and when the princess got married, she could leave freely.
Jiang He no longer has a family, and he only wants to do two things for the rest of his life: find his father and help Wei Ji.
Under the starry sky, she carried a lantern alone and went back to her bedroom.
The chambermaids were used to Jiang He occasionally walking alone, so they just followed him from a distance and did not come forward to disturb him.
When she walked to the door of the dormitory, she saw a chamberlain carrying a bed.
Seeing Jiang He stop, the chamberlain lowered his head and reported back, "This is your Majesty's order."
"Is the bed broken?" Jiang He asked.
The chamberlains looked at each other, and although they looked embarrassed, they still replied: "Your Majesty said... the bed is too big, so I asked you to change it to a smaller one."
Why is it so big? Jiang He was puzzled.
Does Zhao Zheng want to sleep alone?
It seems that they have done enough drama of loving each other during their because she was no longer tied up, Zhao Zheng was ready to sleep alone.
Jiang He took a bath happily, put on comfortable clothes, and prepared to choose a side hall to sleep.
But just as he opened the palace door, he heard a voice coming from behind.
"The hour of rest has come. Where will the queen go?"
Zhao Zheng stood at the screen, holding a bamboo stick in his hand, looking at Jiang He coldly.
"I..." Jiang He murmured, "I heard that Your Majesty changed the bed... I thought..."
"That bed is uncomfortable, and sleeping alone is not stable." Zhao Zheng turned around as he spoke, walking with a slight limp on his unhealed leg.
Jiang He had no choice but to follow him back to the dragon bed.
The bed was indeed much smaller than before. When Zhao Zheng lay in it, there was only a space slightly wider than his shoulders.
"This is too narrow."
Jiang He sat on the bed and complained.
Zhao Zheng glanced at her sideways and said calmly: "Although the queen eats every day as if she is emptying the treasury, she is still thin and can't sleep on this bed."
"Can't I sleep somewhere else?" Jiang He asked with a frown.
"No," Zhao Zheng flatly refused, "until the spy is found, the queen will stay with Gu."
All right, people under the eaves have to bow their heads.
Jiang He lay down, only to find that there was only one brocade quilt on the bed.
She stretched out her hand to pull, but Zhao Zheng had already taken the lead and covered himself tightly.
"Come here!" Jiang He stood up and called.
However, no one responded.
Since the fire in Zhiyang Palace, there have been more guards guarding the palace, but the maidservants serving at night are further away from the dormitory.
It's so far away that even if you beat gongs and drums, you can't hear it outside.
Jiang He lay down angrily and stared at Dong Zhu on the bed curtain.
"The queen can cover herself with a quilt." Zhao Zheng said with a gentler voice.
Jiang He groaned and turned around.
Who is going to build it with you? Where did the abstinence of the Yong king go?Where has the gentlemanly style gone?Are you going to reveal your true nature so soon? She suddenly remembered that Wei Ji sent her back to Qi State. Except for carrying her on his back, he never even touched her hand.
They are both men, so why is there such a big gap?
She closed her eyes and fell asleep, ignoring Zhao Zheng again.
The night is thick, like a lingering feeling in my heart.
Jiang He's steady breathing sounded in his ears.
She is fast asleep.
Zhao Zheng lifted up his warm brocade quilt and pulled it onto Jiang He little by little.
Wrap her shoulders, wrap her slender waist, wrap her slender legs, wrap her cold feet.
She turned over in her sleep and almost ran into Zhao Zheng's arms.
Zhao Zheng lay down carefully and touched a strand of Jiang He's hair on his forehead.
The familiar smell tickled the tip of his nose, and Zhao Zheng turned sideways and closed his eyes.
Actually it’s just early autumn.
He didn't feel cold at all without a quilt.
(End of this chapter)