Chapter 78 Qi’s time is running out Zhao Zheng does not need anyone to serve him on weekdays, so there are no maids in the palace.
Li Wenzhou, who accompanied him back, walked slower and just stood outside the palace gate.
Zhao Zheng stopped and frowned, looking at Miss Zhao on the bed.
This girl was playing the harp in the main hall not long ago, and now she was already lying on his bed.
His, the bed where Jiang He lay.
was stained.
Every night on weekdays, after Zhao Zheng came back, he would first take off his crown clothes and throw them on the hangers, and then neatly unfold the clothes he would wear tomorrow.
But today he was anxious to read the letter. He originally wanted to sit in front of the dowry as soon as he came back, and read the letter carefully under the brightest candlelight.
But this woman soiled his bed on the one hand, and delayed his time on the other.
"Li Wenzhou!" Zhao Zheng called out.
Li Wenzhou shivered outside and immediately trotted in.
Since the fire in Yonggong, Zhao Zheng has called him "Aweng".Now that he was being called by his last name, Li Wenzhou felt as if his heart would jump out of his throat.
When he saw Miss Zhao lying on the dragon bed, he was immediately startled, covered his face, turned around, and knelt on the floor again.
"It's my fault. As the steward of the inner palace, I failed to fulfill my duties and made His Majesty frightened."
"Gu was not frightened," Zhao Zhengdao said, "Gu just felt dirty."
When Zhao Zheng came in at first, Miss Zhao looked shy and evasive, but then she looked at him with a deep expectation.
But at this time, when she first saw Zhao Zheng's disgusted expression, and then saw Li Wenzhou coming to kneel down to apologize, Miss Zhao finally understood what had happened.
She washed herself and sent herself in, but she did not please His Majesty.
Miss Zhao turned pale in quickly wrapped herself up in quilt and knelt down on the bed, timidly saying: "This matter has nothing to do with Manager Li. It is the slave's fault. It was the Queen Mother who discussed with the slave's father and allowed the slave to sleep with her."
Of course, if she hadn't cried and begged in front of her father, Lord Zongzheng, he would not have gone to the Queen Mother to test her.
But of course you can't take the blame yourself at this time, otherwise if you are framed for assassinating or bewitching the king, you won't be able to clear yourself.
Zhao Zheng didn't bother to talk to her at all.
He didn't seem to notice her plump cheeks, bare shoulders, or slightly trembling charm, but said to Li Wenzhou, "Take care of it."
deal with……
When a servant in his house made a big mistake, his father would also say to deal with it.
To deal with it is to kill it quietly and wipe it clean.
Miss Zhao rolled her eyes as if struck by lightning and fainted.
Late at night on New Year's Eve, the ministers of the Yong Kingdom congratulated the Queen Mother and Her Majesty in the palace. When they walked out of the palace door after eating and drinking, holding heavy rewards in their hands, they all stopped and then looked ahead in stunned silence.
There is a dragon bed in the middle of the imperial street.
For warning purposes, the place is brightly lit even at night.
Therefore, although some ministers have bad eyesight after sitting at their desks for a long time, they can still see that the dragon bed in front is exquisitely carved, the beads are swinging under the curtain, the fine yarn is fluttering in the wind, and a woman is vaguely visible lying inside.
Could it be that—His Majesty favors women? The minister walking at the front said doubtfully: "What's going on? I'll wait for the minister to check clearly." He couldn't wait to step forward and open the curtain.
But at this moment, a man in the crowd shouted and rushed over, waving away the minister's hand.
The minister swayed and finally regained his balance. Another woman rushed over and knocked him away.
The minister who wanted to watch the excitement fell to the ground, and saw Master Zongzheng and his wife sticking their heads into the curtain together, and shouted in panic: "Fang'er!"
Seeing that her daughter was unconscious, Mrs. Zhao quickly slapped her head and pinched someone to wake Zhao Fangfang up.
Zhao Fangfang woke up slowly. When she saw her anxious, concerned and ashamed parents, and the ministers talking about each other not far away, she thought of what had happened, couldn't catch her breath, and fainted again.
There is new movement on the street.
The commander-in-chief who was responsible for guarding His Majesty carried various things and threw them out of the palace gate.
First there were screens and dowry, then lamps, silverware and other items, then glazed tiles, floor tiles and wall tiles, and finally, there were even nineteen palace pillars as thick as two people hugging each other.
The drunkenness of the ministers finally completely disappeared as they watched these items being thrown out. They anxiously inquired about the news and ducked back.
Although Zhao Zongzheng has left with his wife and daughter, the strict-tongued doctor is willing to say a few more words today.
Overnight, the news that the legitimate daughter of Zhao Zongzheng's family wanted to serve His Majesty, but was thrown out by Zhao Zheng with her own bed, and that the main hall of Zhiyang Palace was demolished because he thought she had defiled the palace, spread throughout the capital.
The next day, the famous families who originally saw Jiang He leaving and coveted the position of concubine ran to the palace and knelt down in front of the Queen Mother, crying, and took back their daughter's name card.
On the third day, while Zhao Zheng was still processing official documents, the Queen Mother stormed in aggressively.
"Your Majesty, what do you mean?" she asked angrily.
Zhao Zheng looked up at her and stood up.
"Mother, do you think any cat or dog is qualified to live in Zhiyang Palace? Mother, what do you mean?"
His voice was neither urgent nor slow, but every sentence contained a critical moment of if she is her biological mother, Queen Mother Ji Man can't help but be afraid.
"Zheng'er!" Seeing Zhao Zheng's toughness, the anger on the Queen Mother's face suddenly disappeared and replaced with a sad look, "What do you mean, Queen Mother? Don't you know your own body? It's said to be three years, but how long can you last? Is it wrong for the queen mother to hope that the king's heir will continue to succeed the country?" When she said this, she even burst into tears.
It would be great if Lord Changan had not died.
When the time comes, the elder brother will finally succeed and the younger brother will succeed to the throne.
But Jiao'er died, so she could only find a way to let Zhao Zheng give birth to a child as soon as , Zhao Zheng even disliked the beauty sent to his bed, causing her to be laughed at.
Zhao Zongzheng came crying in shame and anger. Before the first month of the year, he resigned from his official position and moved his family back to his old house in the countryside.
"Three years." Zhao Zheng looked out of the palace. Qingjun's face was not filled with sadness, but instead showed a kind of indifference that didn't matter life or death.
Three years, even so, all he wanted in the world was to have children with the same person.
After the Queen Mother left, Zhao Zheng walked to the door of the palace and looked at the snow scene outside with a serious expression.
His hand was hanging in his wide sleeve, and he suddenly pinched something, and smiled again.
The steps were clean, Zhao Zheng sat on the floor and opened the letter.
Thousands of miles away, a letter sent from Linzi, the capital of Qi State.
Jiang He’s letter.
From the time he received this letter on New Year's Eve to now, Zhao Zheng has read it many she cherished her words like gold, he could see the difference every time.
Her handwriting is meticulous.
——"Once upon a time, there was a wild donkey, a lion, a tiger, a brown bear, a jackal, an elephant, and a python in Jiuwei Mountain. They ate all the small animals in Jiuwei Mountain and dug up all the They were so hungry that they gathered together to discuss who should eat it next.”
——"After thinking about it, it seems that only the elephant has the most meat. So the lion pounced and bit the front legs, the tiger pounced and bit the neck, the brown bear slapped the elephant, the jackal stretched out its claws to dig out the elephant's intestines, and the python wrapped around it. Although the wild donkey had no ability to live in the belly of the elephant, it extended its ears and shouted to help. The elephant was about to die..."
This story is not something a girl could tell. Of course, she is not an ordinary girl.
The story has no ending, only one question: "Zhao Zheng, if you were that elephant, how would you survive?"
Zhao Zheng also enjoyed reading such a bloody story.
In his heart, Jiang He was a domineering but soft-hearted , in Jiang He's heart, he was a clumsy elephant.
Just after the first lunar month, Jiang He went to the Qi King's Mausoleum, removed his father's coffin, and buried his parents together.
Their names were engraved on the re-erected tombstones.
The clan's population was withered, and not many people came to pay , the Prince of Qi, Jiang Ben, was present in person and attracted many royal nobles.
After standing in front of the tomb to bid farewell to the mourners, Jiang He walked back along the newly emerged Asakusa without taking a the fields, the snow has melted, and young wheat seedlings are swaying in the are sheep slowly munching wheat seedlings in groups.
It won't be long before the weather gets warmer.
Jiang Ben followed her and walked slowly, waiting for an opportunity to speak: "Sister, I told Your Majesty that you will teach the soldiers the art of war, and you will also communicate your political ideas with the ministers."
Perhaps because he led troops to fight, rushed back to Kyoto all the way, and even helped King Qi handle political affairs after the New Year, Jiang Ben lost some weight due to hard work.
Jiang He stopped and looked up at him, nodded and said: "I have handed over the second half of the art of war to the general. As for the rest, if Qi wants to be strong, I am afraid that everything will change."
At first, Jiang He wrote half of the Art of War to ask the King of Qi to send troops to put pressure on Wei, but the King of Qi accepted Wei's marriage it weren't for Jiang Ben's dealings, I'm afraid the harmony would have been damaged.
His subordinates followed him from a distance. This was a good place to plan things.
Jiang Ben walked up to Jiang He with a solemn expression, his eyes a little cautious, took two steps back, and saluted her.
Jiang He stood quietly, accepting this important gift from him without any hesitation.
"Sister," Jiang Ben said, "please tell me the truth. If you stay in Qi to reform and strengthen the country, reorganize and train the army, will our Qi country be strong enough to be fearless and continue to stand for a hundred years?"
The wind stopped and the surroundings were as quiet as a dense forest.
Jiang Ben looked anxious and expectant. Although he was young, his frown made him look older.
He has changed a lot in the past six months.
If he becomes the King of Qi in the future, he will definitely be a wise king.
Speaking of which, Qi is her mother country and the place she should swear allegiance to.
But Jiang He shook his head.
"No," she said seriously, "it's too late."
Is it late? Jiang Ben's expression fell for a moment, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile and asked, "I would like to listen to my sister's teachings."
Jiang He turned his head, looked at the sheep that had gone away, and slowly expressed his opinion.
"Actually, you and I are about the same age. Most of what I know is what my father told me. Da Qi was once known as the 'Land of the Sea', with abundant products and a strong army. But later, the generations of kings after Duke Huan were short-sighted and alienated from their ministers. Estrangement. King Wei sowed the relationship between Zou Ji and Tian Ji, so that they were full of conflicts and could not do their best for the country; King Xuan was lustful and shameless, and when Prince Yan asked for help, he burned, killed, and looted, making enemies for himself; in addition, he had been defeated and looted by Yan in revenge. After five years of wealth, the State of Qi is now just a gorgeous pottery that will break if dropped. In this case, if you want to rely on reforms to become strong for a hundred years, you must have time. But the time of the State of Qi does not too much."
Running out.
It's like a person who didn't know how to make progress when he was young. When he gets old, he wants to do everything he wants, but it can only be a fool's dream.
Jiang Ben stood there blankly, as if he could see the enemy troops attacking and the people of Qi being brutally massacred before his even my sister can't do it, then the whole Qi country can only wait to be divided, humiliated, and exterminated?
A line of tears fell from his face. Jiang Ben turned away and squatted on the ground crying bitterly.
(End of this chapter)