Chapter 59 Sleeping beside him Her hand was limp, and she didn't have much strength after drinking. She just held it and slid down.
Zhao Zheng clenched her fingers with his backhand.
The thin calluses on the slender hands have faded away because they no longer knuckles are very soft, and it seems like they will break instantly if you apply just a little force.
Zhao Zheng looked down at Jiang He, whose eyes were filled with tears. The frost in his deep eyes broke open, revealing the warmth condensed inside.
To Jiang He, this subtle response seemed to be comforted by his father.
She shouted "Daddy——", sat up and hugged Zhao Zheng's waist.
Jiang He's shoulders were trembling. She buried her head in Zhao Zheng's neatly ironed brocade clothes and cried until tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Dad - you teach your daughter to eat well, and she listens to you; you teach your daughter about Tao, heaven, earth, generals, and methods, and she learns them all; you also teach your daughter about fortune telling, tactics, and tactics, but she doesn't know how to do it anymore. , can still be used... But Dad, tell me how to be cruel and how to hold back from crying? Dad, please teach me medical skills and how to heal your eyes. Dad, please teach me Teach me the technique to make you remember me, teach me to change you back to the past. You teach me, and I will learn hard and never be lazy and slippery again. Dad, my daughter is wrong, and I am sorry for your teaching..."
Zhao Zheng raised one hand stiffly, then slowly lowered it, placing it on top of her head, arranging her messy long hair as Jiang He rambled.
It wasn't until Jiang He was tired from crying and fell asleep while sobbing that he gently pushed her away.
Jiang He opened one hand and grabbed Zhao Zheng's hand, like a sleeping baby subconsciously holding its parents, never letting go for a moment.
Zhao Zheng had no choice but to lie down with his clothes on.
He looked sideways at Jiang He, whose tears were still wet, and felt pity and pain in his heart. He said softly: "You have not sorry to anyone. It is them, they deserve to die."
Jiang He's sleeping habits remained unchanged.
When he was young, he turned over and kicked off the brocade quilt.
Chou Shi turned over again and put his legs on Zhao Zheng's waist.
Yinshi murmured softly in his sleep, calling "Dad..."
Then she put her head into Zhao Zheng's arms and slept for another hour.
At [-]:[-] ., Zhao Zheng pulled away Jiang He's hand and stood up.
When Chen time arrived, Jiang He woke up.
After the hangover, her head hurt a little and her body felt a little sleepy. She rubbed her eyes and got up. She first realized that she had returned to the bed in the house, and then she suspected that the quilt on her body was neat and covered a little too tightly.
Jiang He walked into the clean room to bathe and change clothes. The maid tied her hair, drew her eyebrows and applied flowers, and helped her out of the bedroom.
At this moment, Jiang He suddenly remembered that he heard Jiang Ben's voice while drunk yesterday. He thought of the pear falling on the ground in the light of the lantern, and suddenly became angry.
This guy eats and drinks my food and spoils my pears.
Jiang He strode towards the front hall. As soon as he entered, his brows furrowed.
The usually spotless floor was now filled with piles of stuff.
Thick insoles, extremely ugly hands playing drums, a dead chicken in a basket with no feathers plucked, firewood that was not tied tightly, and a skinny-looking thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. girl.
"What are these?" Jiang He asked.
Hearing that she was awake, Zongjun hurriedly ran into the hall and reported: "These are the things His Highness bought last night."
last night? Spending money while drunk?
"Why did I buy insoles?"
"His Highness said he would buy enough for Master Jiang for ten years."
"Where are the drums?"
"nice."
"Where's the chicken?"
"good to eat."
"Where's the firewood?"
"Light the fire and roast the chicken."
Jiang He raised his hand to his forehead, tilted his head and said, "This girl can't eat, can she?"
Zongjun sighed and said: "People are selling girls on the street. His Highness said that the girl looks like his own mother and must be taken away."
Like my own mother...
Jiang He then carefully looked at the girl's appearance.
The little girl has round eyes, a low nose, an oval face, long arms and legs, and dark skin. She can be seen at best, but how can she compare to her beautiful mother? When the little girl saw Jiang He looking at her and shaking his head, she immediately became anxious. She hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "This servant dare not act like His Highness's relative. Your Highness must not sell this slave again. This slave is willing to serve His Highness like a cow or a horse."
Jiang He turned his head away, and Zongjun quickly signaled the little girl to stop talking, waving his hand for her to go down.
After asking so many questions, Jiang He felt a little dry. Then he saw the empty basket in the corner and suddenly became angry: "Where is Jiang Ben?"
Zongjun hesitated to speak this time.
"What?" Jiang He looked at him, his eyes were smart and clear, as if he could see other people's thoughts.
"In the kitchen...burning firewood." After thinking about it, Zongjun still answered honestly.
"This is really weird," Jiang He suddenly rubbed his face, "He's like that, going to the kitchen to burn firewood?"
"Yes." Zongjun said.
Jiang He's expression suddenly stiffened slightly, thinking that there should be less than five people in the world who could allow Jiang Ben to burn she thought of the brocade quilt that was pulled up to her chest when she woke up in the morning, and who she seemed to have cried in her arms last night.
She immediately opened her mouth wide and said with a twisted expression: "He...is it him?"
"Yes." Zongjun lowered his the one hand, I thought that it seemed that His Majesty adhered to the gentleman's behavior last night and did not take advantage of the opportunity. On the other hand, I felt a little regretful.
Yesterday, following Jiang He and Zhao Zheng, he couldn't help but buy a rattle to amuse children.
Looking at the current situation, it seems that the money was spent a little early.
There was thick smoke billowing from the kitchen.
Zhao Zheng sat at the small stone table in the courtyard outside the kitchen, opened a scroll of bamboo slips and looked at it a while, the door curtain opened, revealing Jiang Ben's face, which was black and red from the smoke.
"Mr. Zhao," he asked, "What's the next step?"
Zhao Zheng ran his fingers across the writing on the bamboo slip and read carefully: "The next step is to pull out a few firewood and simmer slowly on a low fire."
"We still have to get firewood!"
Jiang Ben expressed his reluctance with surprise, but still got into the just a split second, a "Oh my God" sound was heard, the door curtain flew up, Jiang Ben's clothes caught fire and he jumped out, jumping straight into the large water tank.
"What are you doing?"
The servant rushed into the kitchen to put out the fire. Jiang Ben's head emerged from the water and saw Jiang He right in front of him, looking at him angrily.
"Sister, cough, cough," Jiang Ben wiped his face carelessly and said with a smile, "Master Zhao wants to make old duck soup for you, brother, I will help you."
"Are you trying to beat him?" Jiang He pinched his ears and pulled him out, "Are you being bullied by him?"
"you're awake."
Amidst Jiang Ben's begging for mercy and the hustle and bustle of the servants, a calm voice slowly sounded out, drowning out all the noise.
"Let's go eat." Zhao Zheng walked up to Jiang He and said warmly.
Fortunately, except that the old duck soup was not finished, we also made a lot of food.
"Why did you bully my brother?"
Jiang He didn't ask why he appeared here, nor did he care whether he would be caught by Wei soldiers. Jiang He just wanted to quarrel with him.
"Young Master Jiang offered to help," Zhao Zheng explained with some confusion, "If you don't believe me, just ask him."
Jiang Ben sneezed and nodded repeatedly.
"Then you can't use him!" Jiang He said.
Being so concerned about his sister, Jiang Ben blushed a little and turned to see Zhao Zheng's reaction.
"Okay," Zhao Zhengdao said, "I will call Zongjun from now on."
Behind Jiang He, Zong Jun's neck shrunk and he subconsciously looked at how much water there was in the water tank. Zhao Zheng had already changed his words and said, "Or, Su Yu."
A figure hidden among the trees at the top of the wall flashed and disappeared.
Jiang He was then satisfied and signaled Zongjun to take Jiang Ben to change clothes quickly.
The table was placed under the pear tree, and they sat across from each other and ate in the warm autumn morning.
"Are you going to pick up Mr. Jiang today?"
Zhao Zheng asked while stirring the vegetable porridge with a small spoon.
Jiang He took a few sips of sour plum soup to relieve hangover, then put down the soup bowl, his eyes filled with a little bit of gloom.
"Bring it back, and then what?" Zhao Zheng asked, "Do you want to stay in Wei?"
Jiang He didn't answer.
A pear tree leaf swayed down and fell on the table.
Zhao Zheng raised his hand to brush off the leaves. He was not in a hurry to wait for Jiang He's answer, but continued: "Although Wei Yu abdicated, he only retreated behind the scenes. Lord Long Yang will still work in the court, and neither the king nor the ministers of the Wei state will do anything." I will think of you well. It’s difficult for you to be here.”
"Zhao Zheng." Jiang He suddenly spoke.
She looked up at him, her expression solemn and frank, and said solemnly: "You probably don't have many soldiers and horses to attack Hezhong Mansion."
Zhao Zheng's expression was slightly stagnant as he looked at the extremely intelligent woman in front of him.
"Zhao Zheng," Jiang He said again, "retreat the troops."
(End of this chapter)