Chapter 37 What happened to him? When I woke up, it was between night and early morning. It was like there was a layer of red gauze in the room blocking the sunlight, making the dark dormitory feel warm.
Jiang He found himself sitting on the floor, his arms were tightly tied, but his head was resting comfortably on something.
Firm and warm, like spring soil wrapping seeds, like a beach waiting for birds to land.
She heard the steady breathing, which was like the tide licking her toes, coming and going, lingering close and separated.
Nervously and awkwardly, he carefully raised his head, and Zhao Zheng's side face came into view.
He closed his eyes tiredly, his frowning eyebrows not yet flattened, as if he had to endure something in his sleep.
The strong nose twitched and the thin lips pursed lightly, like a baby who was never on guard against others.
Is there a time when he is not on guard against others?
Zhao Zheng opened his shoulders, and Jiang He was pillowed under his neck and next to his chest, surrounded by his right arm, protecting him in his arms.
what is the problem?
His consciousness returned at this moment, and the spiritual platform that was suddenly awake seemed to have been poured with ice water. Jiang He suddenly remembered yesterday's banquet, the cut purse, and the scene when she got into Zhao Zheng's arms after being poisoned.
and after? Later, she remembered that she was sneaked up by Zhao Zhengti, and it seemed that Jiang Ben was also there, and then she was taken back to the palace.
She just smelled a little bit of poison, but it felt like a fire was burning in her heart, like ants gnawing at her bones. She grabbed Zhao Zheng and wanted to take off his clothes and get close to his body...
Jiang He's breath suddenly stagnated. She touched her intact clothes and then looked at her tied arms.
Thank God, it didn't work.
But, what else does she remember?
In the unbearable pain last night, she drank something fishy and salty. What was it, the antidote? Jiang He didn't dare to move her head. She looked around but didn't see the medicine bowl.
Looking down Zhao Zheng's arm, he saw his folded sleeves and the deep bite marks on his wrist.
Jiang He suddenly sat upright.
The bite mark didn't look like a human bite.
The bite should have been directed downwards, but Zhao Zheng's wounds seemed to have been torn apart.
The wound was messy and irregular, the skin turned blue and purple, and the bitten flesh inside was vaguely visible.
Even after a night, the wound had not scabbed.
The blood condensed at an extremely slow speed and dripped down his slender fingers.
There was a shallow puddle on the ground, where Zhao Zheng's blood had been shed all night.
The person who bit him either hated him to the core or had lost his mind, so he would hurt him like this more than once like a beast tearing apart its prey.
Just like... myself.
Jiang He took a breath of air, his scalp was numb and his body was soul left her body as if frightened, and came back slowly after a long time.
However, this soul no longer seemed to be hers, but rather heavy, loaded with unknown emotions.
Zhao Zheng, what happened to him? He shouldn't be a kind person, he shouldn't be a generous person, he shouldn't be a gentle person, and he shouldn't be someone who lets her eat his flesh and blood.
Jiang He couldn't help but wipe the corners of his lips.
Not only her lips, there were dried blood on her cheeks, chin and even her neck.
How can this be? She was tied up and couldn't move, but he couldn't escape?His flesh and blood was not an antidote. Even if he fed her with his body, it would only relieve her anxiety and discomfort at the time.
How could that little use be worth it?
How could he, who loved his body in every possible way, agree to it? Even though we are at the end of our battle, we still insist on doing Rudraksha.
If this continues, Zhao Zheng will already be on the road to death without them having to meet on the battlefield.
Jiang He untied the leather belt that bound her, carefully left Zhao Zheng's arms, and leaned over to find some medicine from the dowry.
In the small brown pottery bottle was the ointment she had brewed in the small kitchen a few days ago.
Jiang He knew very little medical skills, but his father specifically taught him how to make gold sore medicine.
There are all kinds of medicinal materials in King Yong's palace. Jiang He, with the idea that he would be a fool not to take advantage of it, bought a lot of high-quality rosin, blood, myrrh, etc. from the Taiyuan Hospital and carefully brewed it.
I didn't expect it to be used here.
It seems that this advantage is not in vain.
Zhao Zheng was still sleeping, and Jiang He tried his best to carry him to the dragon bed and lie down.
Next, clean the wound, smooth out the opened skin, apply ointment, and wrap it with fine cloth.
Take off his leather boots, take off his coat, and cover him with a brocade quilt.
Jiang He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Zhao Zheng's face quietly. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand, brushed away the broken hair from his forehead that was blocking his eyes, and sighed softly.
I don't know how long I sat there when I heard a gentle knock on the door outside.
The inner chamber guards of Zhiyang Palace are strictly prohibited from disturbing the dormitory. The only person who dares to knock on the door like this is Li Wenzhou, the chief chamberlain.
Jiang He walked over and stood inside the door, whispering: "What's the matter?"
The people outside were obviously relieved and relieved, and Li Wenzhou's voice sounded: "Reporting to the queen, your majesty ordered Qi's proton Jiang Ben to wait outside yesterday. Mr. Jiang waited all night, but I don't know if he has seen him yet. In addition, Her Royal Highness the Queen Mother asked your majesty I don’t know how to respond to my illness; there is one more thing..." He seemed a little confused and tangled, thinking about whether he should go beyond Zhao Zheng to report this matter to Jiang He, and finally said in a lower voice: "Wei Ji, the young master of Wei State, Please see Her Royal Highness the Queen."
The word "queen" was a bit harsh, as if to remind her to pay attention to her identity.
His reminder was well-intentioned, and Jiang He smiled slightly in Ji had this kind of temperament. If he wanted to see someone, he would set out to see him regardless of the distance between mountains and rivers. Naturally, he would not care about the obstacles of the Yongguo Palace wall.
"Ah," Jiang He said warmly, "please call the imperial doctor here first, and we will diagnose your pulse as soon as your Majesty wakes up. Then just send the pulse report to the Queen Mother. As for Jiang Ben, wait until your Majesty feels better. , ask if you want to see me again.”
Li Wenzhou outside the palace door responded repeatedly, and then waited.
Jiang He smiled again and said calmly: "I'm going to make preparations. Please ask Mr. Wei to wait in Baoxia."
Do we still want to see each other?After all, he is a foreigner.
Why don't you ask the king if he will allow you to see him?
Has the queen not yet figured out the monarch’s temperament?
Li Wenzhou was a little reluctant, but he still bowed his head and said yes.
After bathing and changing clothes, although Jiang He was wearing Yongguo clothes, he was still wearing regular clothes.
Those complicated and solemn hair accessories were taken off, and a small silver comb was gently inserted into the top of the hair, making it less gorgeous and more refreshing.
She opened the door and walked into Baoxia herself without any maid.
The young man who was admiring the calligraphy and paintings with his back to the palace gate suddenly turned around.
The white clothes flashed silver in the early morning light, and the arrow hanging from his waist seemed to stir up the whistling of the wind. Then, without stopping, he walked quickly towards Jiang He.
"Xiao He!"
His restored eyes stared deeply at the woman in front of him. His heart was still frightened after being so excited, nervous and worried that Wei Ji didn't know what to say for a moment.
After three years of separation, she had grown a full head taller.
If he held her in his arms, his lips would be right on her forehead.
Thinking of this, Wei Ji's earlobes turned red.
Jiang He's facial features opened up a little, the youthful youthfulness faded away, and he gained a calmer if he smiles now, it is not as wanton as before. Instead, the corners of his lips are raised, and thousands of stars shine through his squinted eyes.
She was more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen, and purer than anyone else.
Wei Ji wanted to hug her, but he knew that the palace confinement was so deep that if he didn't pay attention, Jiang He's reputation would be jeopardized.
However, Jiang He was the first to open his arms, hugged him gently, and said, "Young Master Wei's eyes are healed. I'm very happy."
That's right!
Why not give me a hug? They had traveled thousands of miles together, and Jiang He was carried on his back for half of the journey.
"You've grown up." Wei Ji tightened his arms, not daring to touch her body, and then reluctantly but firmly let go.
The two sat opposite each other.
Jiang He peeled walnuts for Wei Ji, poured tea for him, and broke cakes for him.
In front of him, she seemed like a young girl who didn't understand the world and had nothing to worry and gossip, feel at ease.
They were sitting in King Yong's palace, but it felt like they were sitting under a tree full of sweet-scented osmanthus, drinking worldly wine and inviting the bright moon in the sky.
However, Wei Ji had no intention of drinking tea. He just looked at her. After confirming Jiang He's health again and again, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Zipei has told me about your deal with the King of Yong. Now the spies have found out. Wei Zhangde was also imprisoned yesterday, so please come with me today."
Are you leaving today? Jiang He stopped peeling the pods and hesitated for a moment.
Wei Ji didn't push her, he waited for her answer.
They are very transparent with each other, never hiding anything from each other, and never doubting each other.
Soon, a smile appeared on Jiang He's charming face: "Where are you and I going?"
This naughty look made Wei Ji feel like he had returned to three years ago.
Three years ago she liked to wear purple clothes, but now she is wearing black clothes with thin shoulders, but she is still so cunning and cute.
Wei Ji thought for a while, then looked around and confirmed that they were the only two people in the palace.
Then he said seriously and slowly: "Let's go see your father first."
With a "pop" sound, the pods in Jiang He's hands were crushed and scattered from between his fingers.
The imperial doctor who diagnosed the pulse took the pulse pillow and stepped away, with some surprise in his eyes.
"Your Majesty...did you bleed blood from Neiguan and Tongli points yesterday?"
The two acupoints Neiguan and Tongli are located on the wrist.
But the blood was not released by him, but sucked away by Jiang He.
Zhao Zheng looked solemn and asked, "What?"
He was indeed poisoned. Yesterday, he saw Jiang He almost bite off her finger, so he sent her wrist over. He even forgot that maybe there was poison in his blood. He didn't know how she was doing now.
Why did you go out so early in the morning?Going to meet someone? "Congratulations to your Majesty," the imperial doctor said, "It turned out that your Majesty was seriously poisoned. He should have used acupuncture therapy to unblock the meridians and harmonize Qi and blood, and then use decoction for diagnosis and treatment. However, I estimate that a lot of blood will be needed, and I am afraid that your Majesty will suffer from the poison. I couldn't stop drawing blood, so I gave up. But today, His Majesty actually went first..."
"The imperial doctor doesn't need to try to explain the medical skills to Gu," Zhao Zheng interrupted him, "Just tell me how long I have to live after bleeding and using your medicine."
The imperial doctors kneeling in the hall looked at each other, but no one dared to tell the estimated number.
(End of this chapter)