Chapter 36 The hall was in chaos at this time.
But in a moment, the banquet that was originally intended to reward Xiangguo Wei became the starting point for the collapse of Wei's authority.
The chamberlain dragged Wei Nanxu to the middle of the hall and threw him down. Wei Zhangde was not as fair and strict as before in begging the people to be annihilated. He followed Wei Nanxu anxiously and knelt down, kowtowed and said: "This matter has not been clarified yet, please ask the Queen Mother Your Highness, please calm down."
"Of course we have to find out!" The Queen Mother said loudly as the thunder fell, "I will put you in the sky prison, and the Ai family will slowly investigate the rest!"
In addition to anger, tears streamed down her face.
The Empress Dowager raised her finger and pointed at the Wei family father and daughter, her voice trembling and sad: "The Ai family said that although Lord Chang'an is naughty, he is not willing to rebel. It turns out it's you, it's you! First, he poisoned his mind, and then used the arrows of the commander-in-chief. It frightened him out of his courage and forced him to retreat, so he had no choice but to make a desperate move!"
She didn't believe she couldn't find any clues as long as she carefully checked the purse and arrows.
Seeing that the Queen Mother showed no mercy, Wei Zhangde had no choice but to cry and beg Zhao Zheng.
"Your Majesty, please consider my sincerity in assisting the monarchs of the two dynasties and allow me to find out the whole story and report it to the Queen Mother."
Naturally, if he came to investigate the same thing and the Queen Mother investigated it, the results would be completely different.
Zhao Zheng seemed as if he hadn't heard anything.
Although there was some obstruction, if you look carefully, everyone in the palace will find that he locked the queen's hand with one hand, while the other arm stretched out to take the queen into his arms.
The originally neat collar was a little messy, revealing his knife-carved collarbone.
On this grand occasion, it was time to talk about Webster's serious crimes, but Zhao Zheng, the king of Yong State, embraced his newlywed wife.
Han An, the king of South Korea, was almost blind.
Compared with the unlucky Yong Prime Minister, he preferred to watch the Yong King's debauchery.
There was so much drama today that Han An couldn't help but wipe his eyes several times.
However, Zhao Zheng didn't care about anything else. What the imperial doctor had just said kept echoing in his mind.
——When used in small amounts, it is like a drug that induces love; when used in large amounts, it makes people lose their minds and become confused.
Love drugs make people shameless and controlled by desire. Isn't that what Jiang He was in right now?
Damn!
Zhao Zhengxing behaved in a controlled manner and had never lost his composure like this.
"Your Majesty!?" The voices of Wei Xiangguo and the Queen Mother overlapped. Wei Zhangde was pleading, and the Queen Mother was confused.
Zhao Zheng had barely stood up.
Because of the exertion, the remaining poison surged through his body, and the pain made him almost unable to stand. Every bone felt like a steel nail had been penetrated, and every muscle seemed to have been scratched by an iron comb.
Zhao Zheng did not hide his pain.
He stood up, took Jiang He's arm and brought Jiang He up, as if controlling an exquisite puppet, carefully and decisively.
They depended on each other, Zhao Zheng put his arm around Jiang He's shoulders, Jiang He lowered his head and tried to stand. From the outside, it seemed that Jiang He was trying his best to support Zhao Zheng's body.
In fact, it was Zhao Zheng's arms that tried their best to pull Jiang He up, holding her in his arms with his body.
"I'm reporting to my mother," Zhao Zhengdao said, "My son is feeling ill and needs to go back to rest."
Zhao Zheng's poisoning was originally kept secret by the palace.
If the physical condition of the king of a country is speculated on, he will easily lose his intimidation.
But he couldn't care about that much at this time.
If there is a wild rumor among the Seven Kingdoms that Queen Yong has been poisoned by love, I am afraid that this woman will be very troubled no matter how thick-skinned she is.
What's more... she has someone she likes.
Seeing Zhao Zheng acting like this, the anger in the Queen Mother's eyes subsided slightly, and she showed some concern and said: "Hurry up and ask the chamberlain to help you back."
However, Zhao Zheng shook his head and refused.
He never let anyone get close to him, except the royal doctor and the queen.
However, Jiang Ben, the proton of Qi, obviously didn't know Zhao Zheng's habits. He immediately dropped the barbecue in his hand and stepped forward to support Zhao Zheng.
Then Jiang Ben quickly discovered that Zhao Zheng's body was not downward but upward, and he was dragging the crumbling Jiang He with all his strength.
Jiang Ben, who was adapting to the situation, immediately turned to Jiang He and said, "Sister, it's me who will help your majesty."
Jiang He naturally did not let go of Zhao Zheng. One of her hands even tightened the leather belt around Zhao Zheng's waist.
Jiang Ben seemed to be a little stupid and supported Jiang He, allowing Zhao Zheng to finally take steps.
The three of them left, leaving only the Korean monarch who was still interested and said: "Your Majesty, wait a moment, I haven't come up with a good plan yet! That is a good plan that will benefit the country and the people..."
After failing to provide any good advice twice in a row, the Korean monarch could not help but feel discouraged.
Zhao Zheng ignored him.
There was only one thing on his mind, whether his queen was going to die or not.
In Zhiyang Palace, Zhao Zheng stumbled and almost fell down as soon as he entered the dormitory.
It hurt so much, not just painful, but also like being burned.
It seemed as if sharp thorns dipped in wax oil were piercing his eardrums, and each blow would penetrate his soul.
Jiang Ben's chubby body was quite strong. Fortunately, he held up Jiang He and stabilized Zhao Zheng's body.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," Jiang Ben said hurriedly, seeing that there was only a screen separated from the bed, "Your Majesty, please let go. I will carry my sister to the bed."
Zhao Zheng stopped and looked at Jiang Ben.
Jiang Ben said frankly: "I am her brother, your Majesty, you can rest assured."
Zhao Zheng sneered at the corner of his lips and sneered: "Are you her...brother?"
Jiang Ben grinned and replied tremblingly: "Is it...?"
Aren’t you the ones who have the final say on who I am? Zhao Zheng raised his hand and waved Jiang Ben away, leaned over and picked up Jiang He. He reluctantly walked to the bed and put Jiang He down.
Jiang Ben outside the screen couldn't help but ask: "Sister, what's wrong? What else can I do?" Zhao Zheng gasped and sat on the ground with his back on the bed, and said in a cold voice: "Get out and wait."
Jiang Ben didn't dare to ask any more questions, and rustled back and closed the palace door.
He blocked the maids and maids who came back with Zhao Zheng from the door, and ordered them with a smile: "Get out and wait."
No one paid attention to Jiang Ben's words, but no one dared to disturb him.
"Zhao Zheng..."
On the bed, Jiang He spoke out.
"Lonely."
He sat on the cold ground, filled with hatred for the Wei family and anger towards Jiang He.
How could you be so careless?
Even if he couldn't find out about the spices, Zhao Zheng had already found out where the doctor's arrows came route of the theft and circulation is clear, and even if Wei Zhangde denies it, it is enough to put him in jail.
It was Jiang He who noticed that Zhao Jiao-shaped Pingu Li seemed to be poisoned, so he tested the poison with himself and smelled the fragrance.
Or he was careless.
That's why she was like this.
Jiang He had already stood up on the bed. She was like a soul wandering at night, her face was red and her clothes were disheveled, and she came towards Zhao Zheng.
In her intoxication, she has the mature plumpness of a woman, which is alluring without even realizing it.
Her hands were very hot, and she touched Zhao Zheng's hair, then followed his neck and reached into his chest.
"Jiang He!" Zhao Zheng stopped her sternly, took out the leather belt from his waist, and tied Jiang He's arm.
His movements were very fast, and he tied Jiang He to the bed rail in a few moments, while he himself moved far away, to a place where Jiang He could not reach him no matter how hard he struggled.
Zhao Zheng was nowhere to be found, and Jiang He was in a state of confusion and pain.
She climbed over the bed rail and fell to the ground. Her tied arms had red marks, but she was unaware of the pain.
"I'm so hungry..."
she murmured.
Are you so hungry that you want to eat people?
Zhao Zheng looked at her helplessly, stretched out his hand to touch the hem of her skirt, and said comfortingly: "No matter how hard you bear it, I have been poisoned by this kind of poison. It only took an hour and it passed."
He had met many crazy women, two of whom had poisoned him in this way.
The first time he jumped into the ice water and barely woke up. The second time was summer and he simply killed the poisoner.
Jiang He's consciousness was somewhere between awake and confused. Sometimes he showed a coquettish expression, and sometimes he curled up and bit his fingers.
She bit hard. The moment of pain and the saltiness of the blood could wake her up and reduce her dizziness and heat.
"Don't bite, break it." I heard Zhao Zheng's voice in my ear.
The voice seemed to be warm and worried only when he was with her.
Then something cold pressed against her lips and tongue, forcing Jiang He to open his mouth and bite it.
The thing was smooth and firm, a little cold on the outside, but after biting into it, it was warm and fishy and salty.
A steady stream of heat flowed out, and Jiang He couldn't help but take a big sip.
She is no longer the woman who is good at cooking delicious food. She is now a little beast curled up in Zhao Zheng's arms, drinking blood while consuming the king of a country alive.
When Han An, the king of South Korea, returned to the embassy, there were people waiting quietly there.
The handsome young man is dressed in white and has a three-edged arrow hanging on his waist.
Han An paused slightly at the door of the palace and couldn't help but sigh.
People like Wei Ji don't seem to need fancy dress at no matter how expensive the fabrics and accessories were, they couldn't bring out the graceful aura around him, as if the moon was shining brightly in his arms.
On the contrary, standing so naturally makes people fearful of surrendering.
Fortunately, he is still the king of a country.
Thinking of this, Han An happily stepped forward to say hello: "Young Master Wei has recovered from his eye disease, so I will give him some wine to congratulate him."
Wei Ji smiled lightly, the red mole on his eyebrows became brighter, and said straight to the point: "I heard that the King of Yong State is hosting a banquet for Your Majesty today. What do you think?"
Han An shook his head and curled his lips and said, "Don't mention it! The young master's plan was not sent out, but instead he made me watch three dramas in a row!"
A three-stage drama? Wei Ji showed an interested expression: "I wonder if Your Majesty would like to discuss it in detail."
"Come on, come on, let's talk!"
It is naturally a happy thing to talk about other people's scandals.
Han An immediately ordered the wine to be served, and Wei Ji also knelt down and sat down.
Han An started from Jiang Ben being slapped by the Queen of Yong, to the Queen identifying poisons, Wei Xiangguo was finished, and then to Zhao Zheng being ill and being helped away by the Queen.
The wine cup in Wei Ji's hand did not move at all.
He looked smiling, but his heart was clenched.
Is Zhao Zheng feeling ill?
No, Xiaohe was poisoned.
Wei Ji stood up and left in a hurry while Han An looked confused.
How to do? I want to go to the palace.
Go into the palace and see her.
(End of this chapter)