Chapter 90 Southern Barbarian Witchcraft Wei Zipei was stunned on the spot.
She just turned 15 this year, which is the age to discuss marriage.
In her spare time, she also thought about what her future husband would be like.
It is best to be like my brother, brave and smart, shouldering the responsibility of the country on his own shoulders, no one can match him.
She had also hoped that she would be like her brother, who met that person by chance, fell in love with each other, discussed marriage, and had a good relationship.
But she didn't expect that when she excitedly asked people about their affairs, she was told that someone wanted to marry her.
Wei Zipei met the king of Yan.
In my memory, he was a cold man with an average appearance, covered in thick mink seemed to be smiling but not smiling when he spoke, which was inexplicably creepy.
She doesn't want to marry such a man.
"I won't marry." Wei Zipei blurted out.
Wei Ji just looked slightly raised his hand to reject the guests, put his hand on Wei Zipei's head, and rubbed her hair.
"What?" A look of concern appeared on Wei Ji's thin face, "Zipei doesn't like it?"
"I don't like it!" Wei Zipei said decisively, "Does my brother think that as long as I marry you, Yan will stop coveting Wei?"
Of course not, it's just a temporary measure.
Wei Ji smiled bitterly and shook his head.
His soft and melancholy eyes flashed with an elegant and gentle light.
"Okay." Wei Ji stopped coaxing him. He took back the hand that was caressing Wei Zipei and said flatly, "It's okay if you don't want to marry me. Brother, I will refuse it for you."
Wei Zipei was a little surprised by this unthinking concession.
Although she was on the road these days, she kept receiving news from Kyoto.
The elder brother first negotiated peace with Yongguo and Han, and then returned to Wei to take , he fought against all opinions and reforms, and worked hard to serve the people and the country.
I heard that several officials who were greedy for profit and worked together were driven out by Wei Ji without mercy.
Compared with the future of Wei State, many things became insignificant in his eyes.
She originally thought that her brother would sacrifice everything for the sake of national affairs, but she didn't expect that she just refused. Wei Ji had already agreed before she gave any reason.
Wei Zipei stood there, not knowing whether to be grateful or grateful.
However, Wei Ji no longer mentioned this matter.
"When you come back from the border, if you see where the disaster is more serious on the way, go and tell the prime minister." Wei Ji said, "The relief work is urgent. The news about Zipei is very important."
This saves some officials from concealing the disaster and leaving the court passive.
Only then did Wei Zipei feel relieved.
She didn't bother her brother as she did in the past, and walked away without stopping.
Wei Ji looked at her back with a soft smile in his eyes.
His fingers fell gently, placed next to the grain of grain embroidered with gold and silver thread on the corner of his clothes, and rubbed it slowly.
How many people in the world have no control over their own marriages.
Life is too long. If you can't be with the one you love, every year and every month will be is no difference between being alive and dead.
So he wanted to fight for it and prove that Wei could do it.
His sister can naturally choose the person she likes to marry with confidence.
There is nothing wrong with Yan State.
If he has worked hard for so many years and still needs to trade his sister's happiness for a moment of peace in the country, then he doesn't have to live anymore.
The last trace of skylight dispersed, and dusk gathered from all directions.
Darkness swallowed the world, leaving only a lonely white figure standing in front of the steps of Wei Guogong's mansion, frowning deeply.
After arriving at Han Canal, Zhao Zheng ordered Zheng Xinguan, the official in charge of repairing the canal, to follow Jiang He's instructions, bid her farewell, and return to Kyoto.
Zheng Xinguan, whose ancestral home is Xinzheng, was a plumber who managed water conservancy affairs in South Korea.
After Yong Guo agreed to build the canal, Han An, the king of South Korea, sent Zheng Xinguan to is in his thirties, has a broad square forehead and a long beard, his eyes are bright but often lowered respectfully, he is not tall but very strong, and he does everything by himself.
Jiang He noticed that Zheng Xinguan always left a series of muddy footprints on the ground where he walked.
There is another person in charge of military training here. Zheng Xinguan is responsible for building canals, and he is not resentful because Jiang He came to seize power.
He unfolded the drawings and explained in detail where the repairs had been made and what the progress was.
Although he is Korean, Zheng Xinguan's words are all about the repair of the canal.
"Your Highness," he finished explaining everything in detail and couldn't help but sigh, "it's great that you can help me."
"I wonder if Navy Master Zheng knows that I am actually better at the art of war." Jiang He said with a smile.
Zheng Xinguan was slightly surprised and shook his head. He only thought for a moment before replying: "I heard that the art of war focuses on flexibility, which is similar to the matter of building canals. Your Highness, Princess, comes to take charge of the overall situation, so that the water in the canals can be cleared as soon as possible." Once it is repaired, the people will have water and the parched land will grow seedlings. I am here to thank Your Highness."
When he said this, he took his clothes and knelt down, kowtowed respectfully and saluted.
Zongjun, who followed Jiang He, quickly helped Zheng Xinguan up.
"Master Zheng," Jiang He said, "it is strange to say that you are a Korean and I am from the Qi State, but we built canals for the Yong State together." Zheng Xinguan nodded and said: "A few days ago, an official suggested to your Majesty that for To guard against spies from various countries, we must expel all foreigners from Yongguo. Your Majesty is not accurate, and not only is not accurate, he also declares that as long as people with extraordinary skills can come to Yongguo to make a living and work. Your Majesty has a mind as big as the sea, and I admire you."
Jiang He nodded and said nothing.
Zheng Xinguan did not lie.
Although Korea's earliest ingenuity in building canals was for Tioyong, Zheng Xinguan, a hydraulic engineer who had once cured floods in Yingze and renovated Honggou canals, had simple ideas.
He wanted to repair the canal so that the people could have water and the crops would have a high yield.
"Okay," Jiang He said after hearing this, "talking on paper can't solve the problem, let's go outside and take a look."
The Nanman took advantage of Zhao Zheng's opportunity to dispatch soldiers and horses from Shu County to attack Han, and tried to occupy two counties.
Originally, the Yong Kingdom had strong soldiers and horses in recent years, and had driven the southern barbarians into the mountains without daring to time they thought that an opportunity had come, but they did not expect that Yong Kingdom's response was very fast. Not long after, Yong Kingdom soldiers and horses captured a tribal leader of the Southern Barbarians.
In order to claim credit, the general in charge of the troops in Shu County locked the tribal leader in a cage and sent him all the way to the capital of Yong State.
On the tenth day after Zhao Zheng returned from Hanqu, he met Yang Li, the leader of the Nanman tribe.
Unexpectedly, he was still a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.
There were several braids on his head, and a white wooden crown inlaid with lapis lazuli. His face was covered with thick black ash, his clothes were in tatters, and he had a bone flute tied around his waist. His body was fragrant.
Those eyes were bright and full of hostility, staring at Zhao Zheng.
"Are you the king of Yong?"
His lean body twisted and he said viciously.
After this battle, the Southern Barbarian tribe led by Yang Li was exterminated by the Yong Kingdom.
Zhao Zheng looked at him with a serious expression, and although his voice was not high, it was full of coercion.
"Do you know that anyone who violates our borders will die?"
"Death is death!" Yang Li roared, "Then do you know that since entering Kyoto, I have poisoned everyone who has seen me! Gu poison! In less than five days, you will all die!"
Poison is a kind of southern barbarian witchcraft. The ministers of the Yongguo royal family who moved from the northwest to the south did not panic because of these words.
Zhao Zheng waved his hand to take Yang Li down for supervision.
Su Yu also carefully checked who had seen Yang Li.
But I didn't expect that from the second day onwards, two Kyoto gatekeepers died suddenly on the street, and then three soldiers escorting Yang Li died without illness.
From then on, news of death must be reported every day, and all of them were people who had seen Yang Li, and came to the palace in the order of contact with Yang Li.
Kyoto was suddenly enveloped in panic.
Yang Li was beaten half to death and refused to confess.
He said that he could only poison but not beating was so severe that Yang Li fainted.
On the fifth day, Li Wenzhou, the general manager of the palace who had been serving Zhao Zheng, also fell ill.
He seemed much older in an instant, his eyelids drooped and his eye sockets were black and blue. Because he was still breathing, Li Wenzhou asked his apprentice to wrap himself in a straw mat and throw him out of Kyoto for burial.
"Bury it deeper, bury it deeper, don't infect others."
Li Wenzhou explained repeatedly.
His young apprentice did not dare to disobey his order and rolled Li Wenzhou into a straw mat while halfway through, Zong Jun arrived.
Zongjun came back on his own initiative.
I heard a few days ago that someone in Kyoto was poisoned, and Zhao Zheng did not allow him to come back, fearing that there would be no one around Jiang He to take care of Li Wenzhou was also ill. Jiang He was worried that the situation would develop out of control, so he rushed back with Zongjun.
When Li Wenzhou saw who was coming, although his hands and feet could no longer move, his head shook violently.
"Don't come here, Zongjun, you still have to serve Her Highness the Princess and don't get infected by the poison."
Zong Jun pushed his little apprentice away, pulled Li Wenzhou out of the mat, and carried him to the bed.
"His Highness said," he covered Li Wenzhou with a quilt and said solemnly, "Aweng cannot die. If anyone wants Aweng to die, Your Highness will take that person's life."
Li Wenzhou lay stiffly on the bed, with that stunning face appearing in front of his eyes, and his eyes became wet unconsciously.
"Protect His Majesty..." he sobbed.
"Don't worry, Aweng," Zongjun dipped cotton in water and wiped the corners of Li Wenzhou's lips to identify the poison, and replied, "If anyone dares to touch Your Majesty, she will not agree."
Zongjun said that the poison was not poison, but a mixture of several poisonous weeds from the poisoner takes the antidote in advance, carries the poison with him and throws it around. As long as he smells it, he will be easily poisoned.
However, no antidote was found on Yang Li, and most of the herbs used to prepare the antidote were in the south. If he went back and forth, he might be wasted.
It is best to use silver needles to remove the poison, but the palace doctors have tried it over and over again, but they all feel that the poison is strange and there is nothing they can do.
"If it doesn't work inside the palace, ask outside the palace!" Jiang He said flatly.
Soon, someone brought a doctor from the south to see him.
The guard said that this doctor came from Chu State and said that he had miraculous detoxification skills.
But when the doctor entered the hall, he did not announce his name. Instead, his eyes fell on Jiang He. Surprised and filled with the joy of meeting an old friend, he took a step closer and said, "Xiao He? You don't recognize me? I am you." Uncle Chen!"
Jiang He raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes gradually brightening.
(End of this chapter)