Chapter 52 I owe an apology
The space inside the two-wheeled carriage is a bit cramped.
Jiang He knelt down close to the back compartment, with her long skirt spread out in front of her, and her collar carefully protected her neck, with her collarbone looming in the package.
Zhao Zheng was sitting opposite her, near the outside.
While Zongjun was buying tea, he Shi Shiran opened the curtain and walked in. It seemed that this was the palace of King Yong, not the Wei Kingdom where everyone wanted to get rid of him.
Perhaps because he had been traveling for days, Zhao Zheng looked a little tired, but the light in his eyes was hot and bright.
After hearing Jiang He's warning that Wei Ji already knew of his arrival, Zhao Zheng smiled calmly.
"If he dares to touch Gu Gu, he will definitely die."
Jiang He's expression was slightly stagnant, he pursed his lips and looked at him, coldly snorting: "You know very well."
Zhao Zheng showed a hint of admiration, and his deep-set eyes flashed with changed to a more comfortable position and knelt down, concentrating on looking at the woman in front of him.
We haven't seen each other for twenty days, and Jiang He is thinner than when we parted ways in , heartless people can live well wherever they are. Her eyes are shining brightly and her whole body is full of vitality, like seedlings growing wildly in the fields.
I felt relieved, but suddenly felt a little disappointed.
Minghuo Zhanzhan looked at her all over, and Zhao Zhengcai replied to Jiang He: "Thanks to Princess Anguo for this."
Jiang He turned his head away and saw that the wind entering the car lifted the curtains. It was already dark outside.
Zhao Zheng said slowly: "You have sent out so many secret documents, which will make the Wei Dynasty unsafe. Wei Ji can imprison and kill Gu, but I am afraid that in exchange for it, the country will be destroyed faster."
The carriage darkened for a moment, and the wind blew Zhao Zheng's hair, blocking Jiang He's view of the outside.
Her fingers gently grasped the hem of her clothes, her brows furrowed, and she acquiesced to Zhao Zheng's words.
What Jiang He is doing now has indeed put Wei Guo in danger.
But she only had a grudge against the King of Wei, but she did not want Wei to be destroyed.
That was Wei Ji's motherland, the homeland he had guarded since he was a boy.
Jiang He will live with his father. If she chooses where to stay, it will be Luoyang, by his side.
If anyone can wipe out Liuhe, Jiang He hopes that person is Wei Ji.
Zhao Zheng saw Jiang He frowning thoughtfully, and couldn't help but said: "The King of Wei has to pay such a heavy price for threatening Jiang Anqing. Jiang He, you really can't mess with him."
"Are you gloating?"
For some reason, Jiang He felt that they were not as relaxed and casual as when she looked at Zhao Zheng's face, she became more easily annoyed than before.
"You think Wei is going to die, so you are not afraid of death and come here to see a joke?" She asked again, and tried to stretch her arms, wondering if the length of the arms and the distance between them could help Zhao Zheng get off the carriage. Push down.
She hated that he only spoke half of his words, and hated that every word he said had two meanings.
This person has never learned to speak well, so he is very annoying.
However, as soon as she opened her arms, Zhao Zheng raised his hand and grabbed her sleeve.
"The Art of War, why is there no one alone?" He looked at her and asked, his voice not loud, but arrogant and unreasonable.
The pleasantries at the meeting ended here, and Zhao Zheng showed his true intention.
He also wanted the secret military secrets that everyone was looking for.
"Because you are building the canal," Jiang He confessed even though he was unhappy, "there are not many soldiers and horses available now, so you can't help me."
"Okay," Zhao Zheng was not disappointed. There was a little smile in his eyes. He pulled Jiang He closer and said clearly, "That's all. But Yong State is in urgent need of food and grass. What you have collected will not be enough for me alone." wanted."
In order to prepare for war and guard against natural disasters, a country's grain and grass are strictly prohibited from being shipped outside.
The common people could eat all the food and sell it to the government at a low price, or they could secretly sell it on the black market if you are lucky enough to escape, it will be extremely difficult and dangerous.
But this time is different.
Wei Ji helped Jiang He cover up the grain collection. If Zhao Zhengruo wanted to take the grain away, it would be much easier than in previous years.
Jiang He shook his head and took away his sleeve.
She had a straight face and an indifferent expression.
"If your majesty comes here day and night just to buy food, I will let you down."
In the swaying carriage, Jiang He raised his hand to take down a candle, lit it with a fire stick, and placed it on the candlestick.
The candlelight flickered, casting her graceful figure on the fine gauze curtain of the eyebrows are delicate and beautiful, and her facial features are combined together like a thrilling painting.
But her expression and movements were filled with a coldness that would make people feel distant.
The smile in Zhao Zheng's eyes slowly disappeared, and he suddenly thought of something that might be impossible.
"Aren't you doing this to destroy Wei?" he asked.
"No." Jiang He looked at him and said, "Have you forgotten my friendship with Wei Ji?"
"Even if his brother tortures your father like that, you still want to care about your friendship with him?" Zhao Zheng said coldly.
Jiang He shook his head and smiled: "His brother, what does it have to do with him?"
"you!"
Zhao Zheng shouted in a depressed voice, but suppressed his closed his fists and sat upright, thought about it, and finally smiled bitterly.
"So you are like this." "I have always been like this." Jiang He pursed his lips and said.
Her appearance under the flow of light and shadow is so moving, touching yet infuriating.
Knowing that Wei Ji was the only one in her heart, he fulfilled his promise and let her go and let her leave Yong Kingdom.
Seeing that Wei Ji couldn't even protect her father, he thought she would be angry and sad, so that little bit of hope ignited in his heart.
I hope she will be a decisive person, someone who will not let others down, and even... a watery person.
But she doesn't.
She threw out her biggest trump card and let everyone in the world get the military secrets, but it was not to destroy the Wei Kingdom, but to save her father?
Zhao Zheng suddenly felt that Jiang He was so stupid that he was annoyed.
"Stop!" He looked at Jiang He and told the driver.
Zongjun outside the car immediately stopped the car, but Zhao Zheng did not move.
It shouldn't be like this.
He originally had many things to say to her on the way here.
He wanted to grab her hand and pull her into his wants her, possesses her, gets her, and makes her feel pleasure from him.
Or maybe he just watched her sitting across from him, having a meal, laughing after she was full of wine and corners of her eyes and eyebrows flew up, and she snorted in mock could also ask her if she had received his letter. Jiang Ben had already put it back and he kept his promise.
She will smile wider, with white teeth and clear eyes shining he took the opportunity to secretly hold her sleeve, a moment of tenderness that made him miss her every step of the way.
But neither.
Why do they quarrel whenever they meet?
He is a proud and secretive person, but he is always driven crazy by this woman.
"Jiang He," Zhao Zheng finally sighed, "be careful."
"Zhao Zheng!" Jiang He called him.
She was not angry, but said with some indifference and inquiry: "Don't you have anything else to tell me?"
There are so many, but I don’t know how to say them.
"Zhao Zheng," she called his name again, leaned forward and took a step closer, "that day you kissed me suddenly, and I was still angry with you."
The annoyance and pain in Zhao Zheng's eyes disappeared, revealing a confused look.
Yes, he kissed her that day in Dayong Palace.
He was filled with jealousy because she met Wei Ji, and he couldn't help but kissed that day, they have been quarreling and estranged.
She stopped sleeping in his bed and he was rude and rude to her.
"It's wrong of you to act like that." Jiang He continued, "You have to apologize to me so that we can have a good conversation."
Is that right?
So her subsequent attitude towards him was because he owed her an apology? No, he didn't just owe an apology, he also owed a confession.
Zhao Zheng straightened up, and a little starlight spread in his eyes, spreading like a beautiful Milky put away his annoyance, regained hope, and said warmly: "Jiang He, it was Gu's fault that time. But you may not know yet, Gu is treating you..."
A loud neighing of a horse interrupted Zhao Zheng's words, and the light of a torch shone into the He opened the car curtain and looked out, a little surprised and said: "Mr. Wei."
The carriage stopped at an official road. Behind the carriage were Su Yu and his lieutenant commander who were waiting in full formation and disguised as guards.
In front of the car was Wei Ji, who was slowly approaching. There was a man and a horse.
The young Master Wei sat on his horse.
He was wearing white clothes with a red silk waistband, and a three-edged arrow hanging from his has a gentle expression and a graceful front of him was the doctor's commanding crossbow, but he approached the carriage with a calm expression.
Don't be afraid in the face of danger, stay calm and calm.
Hearing Jiang He's voice, Wei Ji smiled in his eyes. He tilted the torch lightly towards her. When he saw Jiang He's face clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"All right?" he asked.
Jiang He nodded with a smile and jumped out of the carriage. Zhao Zheng was already standing in front of Wei Ji.
The doctor's command immediately protected him. Zhao Zheng raised his eyes and looked at Wei Ji. Without saying a word, he just raised his hand to his shoulder and unbuttoned a button.
"Your Majesty is well."
Wei Ji handed the torch to Zong Jun, then unzipped the short rope on his chest and took off his cloak.
The late autumn evening was very cool, and his cloak was wide and soft, unfolding and falling down, wrapping Jiang He's petite body.
"It's cold outside," Wei Ji said in a warm voice as he helped Jiang He tie the short rope, "Xiao He, please don't catch a cold."
Zhao Zheng's movement of untying his cloak froze in mid-air.
His cloak is not tied up with short ropes, but three buckles side by side, which is neat and rigorous.
Zong Jun turned his head away with a complicated expression.
Do you want to grab this too? So how do you steal your wife today? (End of this chapter)