Chapter 74 My Ah He is the most powerful
The gate of Beizhai was open, and on both sides of the road were soldiers lying dead like grass.
Soldiers from Yong and Qi were walking among them, taking off their identity plates and carrying away the bodies.
The snow here is not white.
They are mixed with yellow earth and red seems that no matter how long the rain lasts, the pain caused by this war cannot be buried.
General Chen, who died trying to light the beacon fire, was still lying on the ground. Jiang He held his head and carefully returned it to its position, taking off his cloak to cover his remains.
The beacon is still burning, but the smoke is smaller than the thick smoke billowing at the beginning.
In fact, from the beginning, Jiang He was a little confused as to why the beacon was ignited when all the soldiers were wiped out.
Now she knows the answer.
Wearing the Zongjun's great cloak, the little girl she bought casually while drunk ran over.
"Your Highness!" The little girl's face showed the grievance of being reunited after a disaster, and tears that seemed unable to be wiped away.
"Where's my dad?" Jiang He asked.
The little girl stepped aside, Jiang He walked stiffly and saw his father sitting on the steps.
Jiang Anqing was not sitting as straight as usual. He was leaning on the low door that he had to pass to enter the beacon tower, and his expression seemed a little tired.
The hem of the black and red cotton robe fell neatly from his knees and was spread in front of him.
Jiang He walked a few steps and knelt down, holding Jiang Anqing's hand.
"Father."
She buried her head in front of his thin knees, feeling her father's body temperature. With complaints and sadness, she asked him: "Why are you here?"
"Because I'm better." Jiang Anqing's voice sounded, shocking Jiang He's heart and straightening up.
"I'm fine." Jiang Anqing said again.
He patted Jiang He's hand gently and smiled at her.
Although he was blind, his eyes "looked" at Jiang He and said warmly: "Cailing said you look like me. That girl must be lying. You should be like your mother, good-looking."
Although shocked, Jiang He still smiled with tears in his took a deep breath and said loudly: "My father has recovered from his illness. It's time for my daughter to hold a big banquet and scatter gold and silver to celebrate!"
"Spending money indiscriminately!" Jiang Anqing coughed lightly, took out his hand, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve, and scolded, "Not only did you spend money indiscriminately, but you were also naughty. What did my father teach you? You need to recognize hostility and understand the enemy's situation. Then Zhao Zheng knew that the Chu people were targeting you, so why did you, Ah He, neglect it?"
Zhao Zheng?
"Has father seen Zhao Zheng?"
"I met you on the way here." Jiang Anqing nodded. "Perhaps it won't be long before China is expected to be unified..." He started coughing at this point. This time the cough was a bit violent, and he seemed to be out of breath.
Jiang He quickly stood up and wanted to help him up.
"It's very windy and snowy here. Father, go to the village to warm yourself up."
"No need." Jiang Anqing finally took a breath and waved, "Ah He, my father risked his life and came here just to tell you something. After I finish speaking, it's time for me to leave."
Jiang He looked stunned, not knowing what he meant.
"Father……"
She called softly, uneasiness and fear gradually rising in her heart.
"Ah He," Jiang Anqing said, "The most powerful thing about my Ah He is that he is soft-hearted. From now on, be ruthless and don't be sad."
Be tough and don't feel bad?
After regaining consciousness, did he come here regardless of the war just to tell her this sentence? Jiang He didn't have time to think carefully and agreed: "Okay, but father, why are you leaving? Where are you going?"
"Dad, it's time to go...cough——"
"Dad!" The scream sounded suddenly and was cut off abruptly by Jiang He. She looked at her father who was spitting out a large amount of blood and hurriedly hugged father's body collapsed and fell into her arms, revealing the severed arrow feathers behind him.
An arrow pierced his lungs from behind and sank into his body.
So his father couldn't go to Bu Village, so Zongjun cried like that, so he tried his best to sit down and block Jiang He's sight.
"My Ah He... is the most powerful... from now on, be ruthless... don't..." Jiang Anqing's chin rested on Jiang He's shoulder, and she gradually became silent.
In the wind and snow, piercing cries rang out. Jiang He knelt on the ground and hugged her father, who had been lost and found again.
My father's body has cooled down, so he probably won't feel any pain anymore.
So you can pull out the arrow and let him lie down.
The snow is so heavy that I need to cover myself, but I don’t have an umbrella.
An oil-paper umbrella was opened above his head, but Jiang He couldn't see who it was.
The dark cloak unfolded and covered her body.
Jiang He knelt quietly, his tears had dried up and he just wanted to kneel.
This was the last time she could spend with her father before he was buried.
Other people's children were brought up by their mother-in-law, but in fact, she was brought up more by her father.
It was clear that Aniang was a military strategist, but the thick military book that Aniang brought in her dowry was taught to her word by word by her father.
He was obviously a man, but he was a good cook; he was obviously in a high position, but he never renewed his relationship after losing his wife.
Her father never disliked her as a father said that if a man is better in physical strength, then the daughter's family can be better in strategy.
Her father never doubted her decision, never accused her of being rebellious, and never ignored her emotions.
But the best father in the world is gone!
Three years ago, she thought she had lost him, and cried for several months on her way back to Qi.
But now that his father died in front of him, why couldn't he cry anymore.
Not only could she not cry, her voice was hoarse, her expression was dull, and her mind was confused.
She just watched quietly, watching the snowflakes fall and pile up near her father's already cold body.
Make a grave.
She knelt dumbly until it got dark, torches were lit around her, oil paper umbrellas fell, and her body swayed and picked her up.
His body smelled like grass breaking through the soil after the He opened his eyes a little and saw heavy snow falling from the sky illuminated by the fire. The man's jaw was as hard as a keel.
Covered in wind and snow, yet as hot as fire.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep in grief that was on the verge of collapse.
She didn't bring a maid, but luckily she had a little girl at her disposal.
Zhao Zheng put Jiang He on the bed, turned around and gave instructions word by word.
"Take off her wet clothes and put on dry clothes; bring a few hand stoves over to warm the bed; make ginger soup, add brown sugar and wild ginseng; light a charcoal fire in the house, and open the doors and windows halfway."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Jiang Ben who was anxious in the yard, pointed outside and said, "I won't see anyone coming."
Jiang Ben nodded repeatedly, turned around and ran away to guard the door.
It snowed all night. After the ginger soup was cooked, Zhao Zheng helped Jiang He up and reluctantly fed him a few mouthfuls.
She was unwilling to drink, so she only swallowed a little, and most of it flowed down the corners of her lips, and was wiped clean by Zhao Zheng.
She was talking in her sleep and said something Zheng sat over and listened carefully, but couldn't hear anything. When he stood up, Jiang He grabbed his arm.
She fell asleep on her side, hugging his arm tightly.
"Dad, don't go..."
Zhao Zheng's body was stiff and did not move.
Jiang He muttered again: "Dad, he is... Zhao Zheng."
Zhao Zheng's eyes softened for a moment, and a heartbroken smile appeared on his face, which was both sad and unbelievable.
Was this her dream in which she introduced herself to her father?
He raised his hand and patted Jiang He's back gently.
"Jiang He, I have met your father alone."
In his other hand, he held the letter.
When the little girl was changing Jiang He's clothes, she took out the letter and put it on the table. When Zhao Zheng saw it, he realized that Jiang He had always carried his letter with him.
Just like before, she brought Wei Ji's letter with her.
When Jiang He was devastated by the loss of his father, it was not the time for him to be surprised by her feelings and expect her tenderness.
But Zhao Zheng couldn't help it. He sat down on the bed and held Jiang He's hand all night long.
When Jiang He woke up, she saw Zhao Zheng sitting in front of her bed, gently stirring a bowl of medicinal soup.
He looked serious and solemn, as if the medicine in his hand was not someone's medicine, but a secret military letter.
Jiang He opened his eyes and looked at him, at his handsome eyebrows and handsome lines, and at a grain of snow melting on his long eyelashes.
Snow……
Pulling out of her half-dream, the moment her mind cleared up, she suddenly remembered where she was and what was going on.
Tears surged from her eyes, her shoulders shook uncontrollably, and Jiang He whimpered.
Zhao Zheng put down the medicinal soup and leaned close to her.
"Jiang He, don't be sad."
Do not be sad.
That’s what my father meant when he said don’t be sad!
"Zhao Zheng," Jiang He cried loudly, "I have no father!"
She reached up and knelt down on the bed, wrapping her arms around Zhao Zheng's neck.
Zhao Zheng's arms were stiff in the air, then he slowly lowered them and hugged Jiang He into his arms.
"Don't be sad," his voice had never been so soft and warm, he said, "I'm here."
I am here.
I am here.
From now on to all the years to come, you have me and I will always be there.
Jiang He cried until he was exhausted and then stopped.
Zhao Zheng did not allow her to go out to kneel and cry in the mourning hall.
"Everything has been arranged." He persuaded her, "Now it's too late to build a coffin, so Gu sent people to Daliang to buy a ready-made one. The burial clothes were made last night, according to the standard of Qi State. You are not in good health, so there is no need to support you. The spirit has returned to Linzi."
"I'll go back." Jiang He said.
"Okay," Zhao Zheng immediately compromised, "Go back and send someone to protect you."
As the king of Yong State, it was obviously inconvenient for him to go to Linzi.
"Zongjun committed suicide last night, and Gu sent people to knock him out and rescue him." Zhao Zheng sighed, "He is no longer alone."
"He is mine." Jiang He reluctantly took a sip of the medicinal soup and wiped his tears.
Zhao Zheng looked at Jiang He who was gradually calming down and felt that he could breathe.
The backup infantry from Yong State rushed directly to Daliang, and together with the Wei army, they wiped out all 20 Chu soldiers and horses from south to north.
However, Mi Lingchu and Xiang Yan left the army and fled for their lives and were not captured.
When Jiang He had the strength to stand up, he was supported by Zhao Zheng and went to burn paper for his father.
In her father's mourning hall, she saw Wei Ji kneeling by the brazier and putting pieces of paper money into the brazier.
Seeing Jiang He appear, he slowly raised his head.
In the past, the face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was as beautiful as a crown jade. Now, he was filled with sorrow and despair, and was extremely sad.
"Master Wei," Jiang He walked over and said in a deep voice, "Please give way."
(End of this chapter)