Chapter 50 Injustice If she marries him, her father will be her Wang cares about brotherhood and will release Jiang Anqing.
This method can solve the problem without any bloodshed.
But this method also feels like a threat.
Zhao Zheng blackmailed Jiang He and was able to marry you want to be like Zhao Zheng?
No.
He and Jiang He had known each other since they were childhood sweethearts, and they were supposed to be in love and share the same grave.
Now it would be extremely embarrassing if she exchanged marriage for her father's freedom.
What's more, what Jiang He wants is not just Jiang Anqing's freedom.
Thinking of this, Wei Ji could no longer say anything.
The wind stopped, but Jiang He did not sit back at the table to eat the delicious crab gently lowered her sleeves and took a few steps in the room.
Wei Ji followed her with his eyes, thought for a moment, and finally said: "I promise you, I will pretend not to know, and I will help you hide it so that your Majesty's eyes will be as blind as if you were blind."
He stood attentively, the lines of golden seedlings on his clothes shining brightly, like another self that he could trust at any time.
Although Jiang He had already let the King of Wei know that he had given in, he was writing a military secret book and preparing to present it to as the scale of buying and selling grain and grass continued to expand, sooner or later this matter would reach the ears of King Wei.
Now that Wei Ji is helping her hide it, the matter is only half done.
But letting Wei Ji get caught in the middle and giving up his loyalty to the emperor to fulfill her revenge, Jiang He felt very helped her too much, and now he is even willing to hurt his brother.
Jiang He stopped in front of the bookcase, stroking the scrolls of bamboo slips with his hands, his eyes a little sad.
"It's my fault for letting Mr. Wei choose between them." She whispered.
"No," Wei Ji took a step closer and said, "This is Brother Wang's fault. He is greedy, ruthless and harmful to nature. He deserves this retribution and should be punished by you. It's just..."
His eyes flickered, and Jiang He saw the hesitation in his eyes.
"Just what? Please tell me."
Wei Ji looked at Jiang He, who was standing in front of the writing desk, with thin shoulders and a short stature, but seemed to be looking down on all living beings. He said warmly: "This matter has nothing to do with the people of Wei. If Xiaohe, you buy grain first and hoard it, and then raise the price of grain in Wei." , I’m afraid it will lead to starvation everywhere and people’s livelihood.”
The sadness in Jiang He's eyes faded away in an instant, and he looked surprised, and then pieces of mist accumulated in his eyes.
She looked away, feeling aggrieved as if she had been misunderstood by her elders.
How could she? Why did he think she would?
Yes, in his heart, she, who wanted revenge at all costs through conspiracy and conspiracy, could no longer care about so much.
When the mist in his eyes was steaming, and there was no sign of wanting to cry, Jiang He turned his head and promised, "I won't."
"Xiaohe, of course you can't."
Wei Ji said with a forced smile.
Jiang He just stood there, running his fingers back and forth along a wooden seam on the desk, silently.
Is she angry?
Do you want to coax her out of such a girlish attitude?
Wei Ji took a step forward, but Jiang He suddenly raised his head at this moment.
The grievance in her expression had disappeared, replaced by a clean and decisive decision.
"Then please ask Mr. Wei to help hide it," Jiang He said with a smile, raising the corners of his lips, "One month, I only need to hide it for one month."
Wei Ji's white clothes disappeared at the door of the house. The crab meat had cooled down, but Jiang He still stood in front of the desk where he wrote the art of war, without moving.
It wasn't until Zongjun saw leaves floating into the front hall and cautiously came in that Jiang He frowned and spoke.
"Zongjun," she raised her finger and pointed at herself, and said slowly, "Do I look like the kind of bad person who would let people starve to death?"
"No!" Zongjun picked up the fallen leaves with one hand and patted it on his thigh with the other, exaggerating. "His Highness has bought grain at high prices these days, which has benefited the people. Everyone who deals with him praises me as a living god. , when you praise your servant, you naturally praise your highness, your highness is the living god!"
His expression was exaggerated, his brows were dancing with joy when he spoke, and his proud look was beyond words, which made Jiang He laugh all of a sudden.
"What kind of living god is this?" She took a few steps forward happily, her red skirt twitching. "I would like to ask you, did you send away the secret scroll on the art of war that I asked you to send away?"
Zongjun nodded and said: "Since we are giving a gift, the sooner the better."
Jiang He occasionally muttered to himself when writing the Art of War. Zongjun remembered the words "Soldiers are valuable and quick". He walked much faster these days.
"Okay," Jiang He felt a little happier. He knelt down and pushed open the food box containing crabs. He tapped his fingers on the table and said, "Have you spent all the gold?"
"Just when I was about to report back," Zongjun looked a bit sad after spending all his money, "I only have a bunch of pearls left for today."
Ever since Jiang He told Long Yangjun that she was writing a secret scroll, Long Yangjun would send a bunch of pearls every day, saying that they would light up Jiang He's house.
Little did he know that those pearls had long been exchanged for Wei currency and used to buy grain.
Now that the grain reserves in the hands of the common people near Kyoto in Wei State have been collected, the officials who took advantage of the autumn harvest to purchase military rations have noticed that something is wrong.
Jiang He looked at Zongjun and smiled, as if coaxing a child and said: "If we sell the grain, won't there be gold?"
Zong Jun raised his head somewhat inexplicably, and met Jiang He's cunning expression.
"Go find a reliable person and sell the grain and grass you have hoarded these days at a price that is [-]% lower than the market price." Jiang He narrowed his eyes slightly, like a hunter who was aiming at some wild animal and wanted to shoot an arrow with his bow. "Not retail, the minimum is fifty truckloads of grain, it's first-hand goods." What does this mean? Zongjun was stunned.
"Your Highness," he scratched his head anxiously, "we bought it at a price that is [-]% higher than the market price, and now we sell it at a price that is [-]% lower than the market price. We have lost [-]% of the gold this time! Although I know that His Highness is extremely intelligent, I don’t know why you are going to such trouble. With so much money, why don’t we keep it for Master Jiang to take care of in his old age?”
Zongjun couldn't bear Bai's behavior of wasting money.
Jiang He glanced sideways at him and took a long breath.
Although Zongjun knew that she was kind-hearted and like a god, he was not as smart as Wei Ji.
"Don't worry," Jiang He closed his eyes slightly and said, "You only heard the price, didn't you hear that the minimum price is fifty cars for first-hand goods?"
Zongjun continued to scratch his head, wishing he could scratch his skull to pieces so that he could follow Jiang He's train of thought.
Jiang He had no choice but to explain patiently: "I would like to ask you, fifty cars are first-hand goods, who can they only be sold to?"
Like a golden lightning flash across Zongjun's mind, he clapped his legs and said, "How can the common people have the money to buy so much? Selling like this can only be sold to officials who purchase military rations."
"That's right!" Jiang He nodded and said, "The officials go outside the city to buy our grain, and you continue to collect grain in the city. We will no longer collect grain from the people, only harvest carts, and the minimum is a hundred carts per hand. Go ahead. !”
Wouldn’t this mean more losses?
But Zongjun understood to some extent that this was a bait for the Wei government, and his head was actually bleeding from scratching, so he simply knelt down and obeyed the order.
Forget it, this matter will be resolved soon.
With my elm-headed head, I'd better hit wherever I point.
The day outside the palace was indeed more frightening than just testing the poison in the palace.
When he reached the door, Zongjun couldn't help but turn around. He was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Your Highness, you just closed your eyes."
"Really?" Jiang He didn't know what he was thinking, and didn't care much about what he found.
"Yes," Zongjun said, "Your Majesty... When His Majesty of the Yong Kingdom wants to kill someone, he just does that... closes his eyes."
Jiang He's expression froze. Zongjun already knew that he had said the wrong thing and was afraid of being scolded, so he quickly raised his feet and left.
Zhao Zheng? It seems that Zhao Jiao rebelled at that time and Zhao Zheng did indeed close his eyes when he ordered the execution with gestures.
Is this his habit? Zongjun really knows that you are the spy he sent, so he doesn’t need to mention it just because he has nothing to do, lest I forget about it, right? snort! Jiang He suddenly felt a little angry. A hot wind seemed to be blowing in her heart, but she felt that she had nowhere to vent her frustration.
It’s all Zongjun’s fault.
"Ask her if she is a bad person?"
The dinner on the table was about to cool down, but His Majesty Zhao Zheng of the Yong Kingdom was still staring at the short secret letter. It seemed that the content in the letter was more delicious than the royal meal.
He smiled sarcastically, causing Li Wenzhou, the chamberlain who was standing beside him, to turn his head and take a look.
Zhao Zheng, however, took the secret letter into his arms and ridiculed: "How could she be a bad person? Hua Gu's gold was used to buy grain at a high price in Wei State. She was simply a living god to the people of Wei State, and Gu's living hell." "
With that said, Li Wenzhou knew what was going on.
"Her Royal Highness Princess Anguo seems to have other plans." He said respectfully, "I heard that recently, valuable items have been sent from Luoyang City to several neighboring countries."
She was really willing to part with valuables.
King Wei will not be easy now.
Zhao Zheng snorted coldly, obviously the secret letter also mentioned this matter.
The secret military documents written by Jiang He have been sent to Zhao, Yan, Qi, Chu, and even South Korea, which is as small as the tip of a needle.
It’s so unreasonable that Gu’s share was left out! But if he said this, it would seem that he particularly cared about it.
What is the use of military secrets?
One power down ten sessions.
Those people never understand that a strong country is more important than any number of military strategists' tricks.
He shook his head and sighed again.
Li Wenzhou couldn't help but feel sad.
Since Jiang He left, Zhao Zheng's smile that he finally had has also 's a pity that Your Majesty only has three years to live, but there is no beautiful woman to accompany you.
I heard that the Queen Mother is already making arrangements for His Majesty's marriage, and wants to have an heir to extend the kingdom.
But how can those women enter His Majesty's heart? Li Wenzhou was thinking wildly in his mind when he suddenly saw Zhao Zheng standing up.
"It's so unfair that I can't bear it."
What's wrong?Didn't Princess Anguo send a secret document to His Majesty? Li Wenzhou was a little surprised.
He was about to ask, but Zhao Zheng was already striding out, as if he didn't want to wait any longer.
"If you don't give it, I'll go and ask for it myself."
The king of Yong State said decisively.
(End of this chapter)