Chapter 47 Magpies were perched on the tops of pear branches, straightening their feathers and jumping around. The leaves were shaking, and a ripe pear fell to the ground with a "snap".
The corners of Qian's red skirt moved slightly, and Jiang He leaned over to pick up the pears and said to himself: "It's a shame that someone happened to be standing under the tree and was hit all over the head by pears."
Her smile burst from the bottom of her heart, and she playfully raised the pear and took it in her hand, but suddenly she felt a little startled.
someone...
Why do you think of him?
Zhao Zheng's angry look appeared in front of his eyes.
His scolding words, his black Yuanduan sacrificial robes swayed, and the pottery vase was thrown through the air and fell into the small lake withered in autumn.
I don’t know how Zhao Zheng is doing.
The golden sore medicine was thrown away by him, and the wound on his wrist that was bitten by her was healed?
It sounds like their quarrel was pointless.
Zhao Zheng usually ignored trivial matters, so how could he pretend to care about her schedule?And Jiang He himself was a little surprised, why was he angry at Zhao Zheng's behavior that day.
It was obvious that he pushed her away and looked disgusted to show the envoys from the Six Nations.
Let them not use her intention to coerce Yong Guo.
As the king of a country, every move he makes is absolutely correct.
Moreover, he left Zongjun to her and brought those golden cakes with him.
It protects her from worrying about money and protects her from being poisoned.
He had done so much, why was he so angry?
Jiang He put the Yali in her hands and rubbed it gently. Dressed in fine clothes, she raised her head and watched the early morning light and shadow dancing among the leaves of the pear tree.
Jiang He stood for a long time until a steward stepped forward and interrupted her thoughts.
"Your Highness the Princess, Lord Long Yang wants to see you."
Long Yangjun, the person Zhao Zheng reminded not to provoke.
A master of swordsmanship in the Wei State, an envoy of the envoy, and a favorite minister of Wei King Wei Yu.
Jiang He met him three years ago.
At that time, Wei Ji had just learned a set of swordsmanship, and the King of Wei asked him to compete with Lord Long Ji lost the first game, but Jiang He also saw Long Yangjun's weakness and whispered to Wei Ji, causing Wei Ji to win two games in a row.
But according to Jiang He, Lord Longyang is always by your side, and his method of assessing the situation is Ji might not have won that match, but it was still okay for them to tie.
As a favorite of the King of Wei, his coming is equivalent to the coming of the King of Wei.
Jiang He stood under the pear tree and waited. Soon after, Lord Long Yang arrived.
Like a peony blooming in the courtyard, his appearance is graceful and royal, making people's eyes light up.
After not seeing each other for three years, the man in front of me was even more dazzling.
The people of Wei like to wear blue and white clothes, and the court clothes are almost inky black, but Long Yangjun likes to wear red.
He has a tall figure but slightly narrow shoulders. His red clothes hang down and his waist is wrapped in green silk. His long sword sways, which accentuates his handsome appearance.
He stepped closer to Jiang He, his dark jade crown flashed with light, his shawl and broken hair flickered, his forehead was smooth and his eyebrows were bright, and the bridge of his nose was straight and soft.
It has both masculine spirit and feminine charm.
Before he arrived in front of Jiang He, he lightly opened his red lips and said with a heartfelt smile: "I came to pay homage to Princess An Guo, but I never expected to see the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady. Disciple Long Yang, you are being polite."
Jiutian Xuannv, the same teacher as the emperor, has an active nine heavens can raise troops and form formations. He is a god in ancient legends who is well versed in the art of war and strategy.
Lord Longyang was not only good at swordsmanship, but also understood diplomatic strategies. He was the favorite minister of the King of Wei, and he also spoke sweetly.
The sound is also nice.
Jiang He smiled.
She raised her hand to help Long Yangjun, who was already bowing down in obeisance, and said straight to the point: "Young master, are you here on behalf of King Wei?"
Long Yangjun stood up and shook his head, pointed to the treetop with a squinted smile, and said, "I am here for the pear tree."
The man in red was walking under the pear tree, looking up at the hanging pear as he walked. The light in his eyes was flowing, and he said with a smile: "Young Master brought back so many trees, but only one was saved. I do my best every autumn." I have never given away any of these pears. Now that the young master has bought my mansion, I have lost the pear tree. Fortunately, Princess Anguo is generous and will let me eat pears to my heart's content."
He was about to pick pears as he spoke, but Jiang He said: "I am not generous at all."
Her voice seemed to be wrapped in autumn frost, she was holding a pear in her hand and her eyes were heavy.
Long Yangjun's raised hand froze in mid-air. He hesitated for a moment, then waved it away in front of him and looked at Jiang He.
They both knew what the other was referring to.
Long Yangjun is good at diplomacy. Although she is talking about pears, she is actually talking about her father.
When he came from Qi, all the envoys who came with him died, and he was the only one trapped in Wei.
They put him under house arrest for the benefit of the military secrets.
Judging from their current attitude towards her, it's obvious that they haven't succeeded yet.
"When does Lord Long Yang plan to take me to see my father?" Jiang He asked, "Or do you want to wait until my troops from Daqi invade the capital?"
In the tense atmosphere, Long Yangjun still had a smile in his praised: "I remember you were a smart and cute little girl back then, but now that I have not seen you for three years, you are already a sharp-tongued princess. How could Zhao Zheng let you go? What a pity."
Jiang He's hands clenched the skirt tightly through the sleeves, with a cold look in his eyes.
Long Yangjun sighed: "Back then, your father led a delegation to steal the important weapons of our Kingdom of Wei. He was caught on the spot, and then he was put in jail. The evidence of this matter is conclusive and cannot be overturned. It is precisely because of this that Qi Guocai did not pursue this case. thing."
"You're lying." Jiang He said.
Long Yangjun smiled lightly and took out a jade dendrobium from the tray held by the maid behind him. The dendrobium was filled with stretched out his hand and pinched out a ball as round as the tip of his finger, and flicked it into the air.
The branch trembled slightly, and a pear fell straight down, and Long Yangjun calmly caught it in his hand.
"It doesn't matter whether I lie or not," he put the jade husk back and sighed, "Qi will not go to war with Wei because of Mr. Jiang. Today, I am here to express my sincerity. This dendrobium pearl will be exchanged for one." pear."
He wanted to say something, but a guard made a gesture from a Yangjun said "Oh" in surprise, looked at Jiang He, and said with a smile: "He is here to protect you, I should leave early."
The man in red walked away with a light gait, and just as he disappeared through the back door, Wei Ji came in through the front door.
"What is he doing?"
Young Master Wei looked worried. He had obviously heard that Lord Long Yang was coming to see Jiang He, so he hurried over.
"It's okay," Jiang He shook his head and said, "He sent the pearls to express his sincerity."
Wei Ji confirmed that Jiang He was indeed safe, and then looked at the Dendrobium Pearl.
"Jewelry doesn't count as sincerity," he sneered.
Jiang He nodded and raised his hand to hold the pearl.
There are many such pearls in the palace of King it is still very rare to find a dendrobium with exactly the same size and exact gloss.
But Jiang He has no shortage of gold, silver and jewelry.
Under the sunlight near noon, she raised her hand and scattered the pearls.
White light spots bounced on the ground, then became as still as pear blossoms.
The pearls drained out, revealing a square bronze medal at the bottom of the dendrobium.
That was King Wei's waist card, and it was the only way to get in and out of the place where Jiang He's father was imprisoned.
The bronze medal was cold and heavy. Jiang He held it in his hand and felt a little confused for a moment.
This is the sincerity of King Wei, allowing Jiang He to see his father.
Three years later, she thought her father was dead, but she returned to the original place to see her father.
Although Wei Ji said that her father was still alive, and even though the purpose of her coming was to rescue her father, seeing the bronze medal confirmed her most important concern, but it still made Jiang He unable to control herself.
"I'm going now!" She said hurriedly as she snatched the waist card from Wei Ji's hand.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to the kitchen to make something delicious for my father."
She turned around and ran towards the kitchen, then turned around halfway and said at a loss: "Father likes to drink wine from Qi State, do you have it here?"
"Yes, I have both." Wei Ji followed Jiang He, stopping when she stopped and following her when she ran.
"I still have seafood, do you want to make seafood?" he asked.
"No, no," Jiang He quickly closed his sleeves with an arm rope, mixed the flour with water, and kneaded it quickly, "I want to make steamed buns. My father doesn't like seafood. He likes steamed buns stuffed with mutton."
Halfway through the interview, Jiang He suddenly looked down at himself and said nervously, "I can't wear red anymore. Father likes colors that look stable."
Wei Ji stood at the door of the kitchen, his eyes darkened for a moment, and he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll tell someone to pick out other clothes for you."
The place where Jiang Anqing was imprisoned was heavily guarded.
This is not a prison in Wei State, but a manor outside the capital of Wei State.
Wei Ji told Jiang He that the place of imprisonment would be changed every three months.
When he was in Yong State, in order to help Jiang He out of trouble, Wei Ji wrote to the King of Wei, asking him to send someone to send Jiang Anqing's token and ask Jiang Anqing to write a letter.
He bet that the King of Wei would agree to this because no one wanted Jiang He to fall into the hands of the King of Yong.
But Jiang He read the letter and found that the handwriting was different from his father's.
This may be because my father had his right arm cut off and used another hand to write.
After the imperial guards inspected the waist badge, they led Jiang He into the manor.
The iron locks were opened one after another, and the identity was verified again and again. After about a stick of incense, I walked into a small courtyard.
It's also heavily guarded here.
Jiang He stopped outside the door, and Wei Ji opened the door for her.
There was deathly silence in the dark, damp room.
Jiang He knelt down and kowtowed, and said warmly: "Unworthy daughter Jiang He, please pay homage to your father."
No one answered in the room, and the smell of decay came out, like an invisible rope, tying Jiang He's heart.
(End of this chapter)