Chapter 38 The Father's News
After the death of Zhao Jiao, Lord of Chang'an, the Queen Mother's eyesight began to deteriorate.
It had been dark for a long time before the candles in the palace were extinguished and removed by the maids.
Without the flickering of candlelight, the hall became brighter for an instant.
The skylight slowly penetrated, illuminating the imperial doctor who was kneeling in the middle, with a worried face.
"Look at you, you look like you are mourning your heir!" The Queen Mother of the Yong Kingdom sternly scolded the imperial doctor.
Although the news came like a bolt from the blue, she did not panic.
"Take good care of Your Majesty," the Queen Mother's voice immediately softened, and said warmly, "Weren't you still helpless before? Now there are three more years. The Ai family sent people to find the world's antidote. In three years, Your Majesty might be fine. ”
"Yes." The imperial doctor kowtowed.
The situation is indeed better than expected, but three years is only an Majesty's body can no longer bear any wear and tear, so nothing else can go wrong.
The imperial doctor left, and the Queen Mother, who had been sitting upright on her knees, suddenly held her hands down and sat down crookedly.
The tall hair crown tilted to one side, revealing the silver strands on the temples that were originally covered.
In three years, will Your Majesty be able to pass on the Dayong bloodline to his descendants?
In three years, how far could Yong's soldiers expand their territory? What about three years later? The Queen Mother felt that she was tightly bound by the rope of fate and could not move at all.
The pods scattered from the fingers were scattered in the corner of Jiang He's skirt, blown by the wind entering the hall, flipping and falling to the ground.
After a brief shock, Jiang He was extremely excited but hesitated to speak.
Wei Ji said he wanted to see his father!
It’s a meeting, not a worship service! She didn't dare to ask, for fear that the result would not be as satisfactory as she had 'm afraid it was just a slip of the tongue, just her delusion.
But Wei Ji leaned forward and held her arm.
"Xiaohe," he said, "your father, Master Jiang, is not dead yet. I know where he is, and I will take you to see him."
Crazy with surprise and mixed emotions, Jiang He's eyes were wet but he shook his head sharply.
"Impossible!" Her voice was trembling. "If my father were alive, how could he have ignored me in the past three years? He didn't ask anyone to bring a letter, and he never showed up. He..."
Jiang He's voice stopped suddenly, and she paused as she looked at the guilty and uneasy look on Wei Ji's face.
The bright young master in front of her once chatted with her in Luoyang City and became her confidant. He once disobeyed the emperor and saved her life. He once escorted her thousands of miles and was relied upon by her.
If there is anything in this world that makes her reluctant to leave, and anything that makes her work hard to be strong, it is his existence.
She trusted him not to cheat.
Jiang He looked at Wei Ji and asked in a cold voice: "My father, is he under house arrest by the King of Wei?"
Three years ago, when Wei Ji took her away from Wei, and the king's brother took her to hide in Tibet, Jiang He knew that it was the king of Wei who forced her and her father to stay.
Now, since it has been three years since I lost my father, I can still see him, which means that he is alive but not free.
"Xiaohe..." Wei Ji gently let go of her arm, the regret and apology in his eyes lowered his head, and with a voice like being trampled by a fierce horse, he managed to say, "I'm sorry."
Jiang He reached out and grabbed his hand.
His palms were warm, just like him.
"Thank you." Jiang He said warmly.
Wei Ji raised his head in confusion.
I broke her trust and failed to protect her family. Is there anything else to be grateful for? Jiang He said sincerely and gently: "You and I both know who King Wei is. You must have paid a lot to keep my father alive."
The apology in Wei Ji's eyes shattered into water and flickered in his eye sockets.
She understands him, she knows everything.
"I can only..." Wei Ji said unwillingly, a tear rolled down his beautiful jade-like cheek and fell on the back of Jiang He's hand.
The tears were hot and moist, like his heart.
"I know," Jiang He comforted him and said softly, "Being alive is already a luxury for me. I will go back with you, rescue my father first, and then plan for big things."
The first time he stayed in King Yong's Palace, Jiang Ben felt more like a prisoner than in the Proton Mansion.
The chamberlain arranged for him to live in a small courtyard, with a hundred people guarding him inside and he got up at night, he was accompanied by four guards, one holding a lantern to lead the way, and three holding swords to accompany him. They frightened him so much that he couldn't urinate.
I couldn't pee so I had to go back, but as soon as I lay down, I heard movement on the roof.
Listen carefully, it seems to be footsteps.
There is absolutely no way that there are assassins walking back and forth on the roof, that is to say, they are the guards patrolling Dayong.
Jiang Ben was lying on the bed, unable to even sleep now.
After tossing and turning for several hours, he finally made it to dawn. Jiang Ben immediately asked to see the king of Yong.
Li Wenzhou did a good job and withdrew several guards, allowing Jiang Ben to go out he was served a large table full of food and said it was a reward from the queen.
If your sister rewards you, you should eat it with confidence and boldness.
When the chamberlain came to see Xuan Jiang Ben, the table was already littered with cups and plates. He stroked his round belly and felt quite when Zhao Zheng, who was leaning on the pillow, said to him, "Do you know about your sister?" Jiang Ben didn't react for a while.
"Back to Your Majesty," he quietly loosened the leather belt around his waist and said with a smile, "My young master's sister is doing well. She has just been given a lot of food and wine."
Is that your sister? Zhao Zheng frowned and looked at Jiang Ben. If Jiang He wasn't involved, he wouldn't want to say another word to this kid.
"Your sister..." Zhao Zheng repeated, "Jiang Yuheng was assassinated in the embassy. She is dead and buried."
Jiang Ben stood up in surprise. The leather belt around his waist was too loose and fell to the ground with a "snap".
The jade necklace tied to it fell to pieces, and he didn't care to pick it up. He stopped pretending to be stupid and said in shock: "Then what happened to the sister I met yesterday? She is the father, queen and queen who are temporarily serving as members of the clan. Which sister is conferring a title to replace Sister Yu Heng?"
"No," Zhao Zheng shook his head and said, "She was chosen from the wedding mission when she was alone. Her surname is Jiang Minghe. Did you know her when you were in Qi State?"
Jiang Ben shook his head blankly.
Since his surname is Jiang, he and he are from the same clan.
But he was only 11 years old when he left home. He was addicted to riding horses, fishing, and shooting slingshots all day long. He didn't know the importance of meeting his beautiful sister.
Zhao Zheng looked at his reaction and said seriously: "Jiang He, the only daughter of Jiang Anqing, the envoy in front of the Qi State Mission."
Jiang Ben suddenly opened his mouth in realization.
"I have heard of this."
"Have you heard of anything?" Zhao Zheng struggled to maintain his energy and suddenly became interested. He picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip and asked.
"I heard that Jiang Anqing took his only daughter with him every time he went on missions and raised her as a son. Some people also said," Jiang Ben covered his mouth and said seriously as if he was trying to reveal some kind of secret, "Jiang Anqing In fact, I was afraid that Jiang He would not be able to support him, so I dressed up my only son as a daughter. Jiang He is a boy!"
With a "pop" sound, a mouthful of medicinal soup spurted out of Zhao Zheng's mouth, soaking through his clothes and causing him to cough violently.
You are a man.
Your entire family is male.
Zhao Zheng flushed and threw away the medicine bowl, looked at Jiang Ben fiercely, and said in a voice several times louder: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Realizing that he was in trouble, Jiang Ben curled his lips and shrank his head and said nothing.
Fortunately, Zhao Zheng wasn't really annoyed, but he didn't want to talk to Jiang Ben anymore.
He wiped the corners of his lips with a silk handkerchief and said calmly: "Go back and tell the Qi envoy that Jiang He is very good and Gu is very satisfied."
Jiang Ben, who was not yet married, knew a little bit about the affairs between men and women. His face turned red, hesitantly nodded, and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Zhao Zheng knew what he was waiting for.
Suddenly there was a sneer on the corner of his lips, he turned his head and looked at Dongzhu who was gently fluttering on the bed curtain, and said slowly: "Guyin is very satisfied with Jiang He and plans to let you go back."
Before Jiang Ben could jump up with joy, Zhao Zheng warned again: "You have to repeat this sentence exactly as it is."
Jiang Ben, the protégé of Qi State, went out with a smile on his face. Li Wenzhou, who was waiting outside the screen, clenched the whisk in his hand.
Sure enough, as soon as Jiang Ben left, Zhao Zheng asked.
"Where's the queen?"
When he woke up today, Jiang He was no longer around.
He was lying on the bed, taking off his coat, the wound on his wrist had been wrapped, and there was golden sore medicine on the table.
Thinking that she had done all this, Zhao Zheng felt a little warm in his heart.
But an hour had passed, but she still hadn't seen her face.
He felt a little uneasy.
Li Wenzhou moved over from outside the screen and said in a low voice: "Reporting to Your Majesty, Wei Ji, the Young Master of the State of Wei, is here."
Zhao Zheng's expression froze, but he still said calmly: "What?"
"Wei Ji asked to see Her Majesty the Queen, and Her Majesty the Queen... went to see her."
If she goes to see him, she will naturally go to see him.
That's the person she likes and wants to marry.
"Are you done meeting?" Zhao Zheng asked.
"The meeting... is over. The queen is accompanying Mr. Wei and is going out." Li Wenzhou tried hard to correct his words, for fear that if he didn't say the right thing, Zhao Zheng would get up and chase him.
out?Where did you go?
Zhao Zheng opened the brocade quilt stained by the medicinal soup and turned to look at Li Wenzhou.
The cold gaze made Li Wenzhou take a step back.
"Not back yet," he said.
Didn't come back, just left? Zhao Zheng stood up holding on to the bed rail, his eyes filled with the anger of thousands of troops fighting with their swords raised.
(End of this chapter)