Chapter 96 Birthday Celebration There was a "boom" inside the carriage, and Jiang He, who hit his head, turned around and saw that it was packed to the brim and so cramped that only one person could curl up.
Bedding, clothes, tea sets, belongings from the study room and even an entire dowry were piled from the car board to the roof.
Jiang He's head hit the corner of a dowry wrapped in cotton. Zhao Zheng, who followed him in, was not so lucky. He was tall, and his head hit the shovel propped high up. He groaned in pain and half-moved. Kneel beside Jiang He.
Jiang He thought about why Cai Ling brought the shovel. It was probably because she once used it to dig a cofferdam for a pear tree, and she complimented it on how useful it was.
This really emptied the Luoyang house.
Just as she was thinking about it, an arm reached out and picked her up.
Jiang He struggled, but the tea set in the carriage shook and the soup pot fell. After almost being hit on the head by a wine glass, she gave up the struggle.
"Zhao Zheng!" Jiang He complained.
Zhao Zheng's other arm also stretched out and pulled her into his body propped up, blocking her from a string of pearls falling from a high place.
The snow-white pearls flickered and rolled down from the carriage.
Jiang He looked at the size of the pearl and confirmed that it was tied to the curtain beside the bed in Luoyang House.
Cai Ling really didn't leave any grass behind, so he dismantled this one and brought it back.
There was no other movement in the carriage, but Zhao Zheng's arm did not let go.
"Get out." Jiang He pushed him and said.
"I'm jealous," Zhao Zheng buried his head on her cheek and sighed softly, "I'm jealous that they all know your birth date, so that I originally wanted to quarrel with you, but I feel so guilty."
Because of his care and weakness, Jiang He softened his heart.
It was the first time that she fell in love with someone, but she found that the word love was really troublesome.
I will be anxious, annoyed, concerned, and even start to get angry without reason. My mind is much smaller than before.
Of course, Zhao Zheng is definitely not like this. He is always a narrow-minded person.
"Well," Jiang He responded solemnly, indicating that he heard it, but his voice was still cold, "It's not too late to give a gift. Give it now. Give me your throne."
Zhao Zheng's body was still relaxed and he said softly: "I'll give it to you now, I'm afraid it will be too hard for you."
Jiang He snorted.
He said it as if he really meant it to himself.
"Then," Jiang He pursed his lips into a smile, raised his finger and tapped Zhao Zheng's face, "I heard you got another Mohist, give it to me."
His voice suddenly stiffened, and he turned his head, looking at Jiang He's pretty nose and chin, reaching out to hold her hand and placing it on his chest.
"Here you go," his voice was low but solemn, "I give it to you as a birthday gift from my lonely heart."
In fact, he has already given his heart, and he also wants to give his country, and the eternal peace behind him.
For that heavy gift, he needed to take a breath and rest next to her.
"It's not rare," Jiang He said stubbornly, although he was smiling, "Give me the ink master."
"No." Zhao Zheng looked tired but determined.
"Hasn't His Majesty checked and found that there is nothing wrong with him?"
Jiang He simply turned sideways to face him, raised his head and looked into his bottomless eyes, with a hint of coquettishness in his voice.
"You know everything." A smile appeared on Zhao Zheng's lips, sniffing her breath gently.
In the freshness of the bamboo leaves and soap locust, he felt relaxed both physically and mentally.
Only by her side, he didn't worry about the sword in the dark, could forget his identity, and steal a moment of leisure.
Zhao Zheng put his thin lips against Jiang He's forehead, and asked softly with a hint of interrogation: "Did you also hide your eyeliner next to Gu?"
Zhao Zheng knew that Jiang He spent a lot of money and sent many spies to the seven countries.
But he didn't know that there was one around him too.
"Buried," Jiang He said calmly, "Isn't there one in front of you?"
Zhao Zheng closed his eyes and said nothing, and the corners of his smiling lips seemed to be slightly raised.
Jiang He pressed his hand on his chest and continued to persuade: "The Mo family's whereabouts are uncertain. If you look for it specially, you will definitely not find it. I just want that person to come and see how to dig the mountain faster. This way Isn’t that okay too?”
"I'm afraid of him..."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Jiang He broke free from his hand, "As long as you send more people to watch him, it will be done. If he is really careful, it would be better to find out early than to keep him and cause trouble."
While digging the mountain, repairing the ditch to the east of Tianyan Mountain is the fastest and best way at the moment.
Jiang He wanted to continue to speak plausibly, but Zhao Zheng's fingers gently pressed her lips.
"Don't talk." He said warmly, "I haven't slept well these days."
She was so angry that she left the palace and ran far away.
Zhao Zheng did not compromise for safety, but he worked hard every day.
He hadn't had a good night's sleep in the past times she woke up from her dreams, dreaming that he died alone in the palace, but she refused to even go to his grave to pay homage.
Now having her trapped in his arms, confirming that it was just a dream, made him feel much better.
"Give it all to you." The woman in his arms was still struggling, and Zhao Zheng said as if giving up: "Give it all to you, let me sleep for a while."
"Today is..."
Jiang He was about to raise the conditions again when he heard Zhao Zheng's breath became steady and long, and he had obviously fallen asleep.
She pursed her lips and smiled, carefully took out a pillow and put it under Zhao Zheng's neck.
He reached another folding fan and fanned himself gently.
It was sweltering today, and she was fanning herself not for Zhao Zheng, but for herself.
The man beside him frowned slightly and fell asleep. He seemed to sleep more comfortably in this simple carriage than anywhere else.
I don’t know if anyone else has ever waved a cattail leaf fan for him.
Jiang He slapped him hard twice, with a smile on his face.
Not only Cang Yan from the Mo family came, but also the herb dealer Chen Jingshi.
The Mohists advocated "frugal use", using brown fur as clothing and straw sandals as with Chen Jingshi, who is dressed in luxurious clothes, Cang Yan looks simple and solemn.
Jiang He treated each other with the courtesy of a guest, and Cang Yan only nodded lightly and said in a deep voice: "Although I am from the Yong Kingdom, I do not agree with the policy strategies of the monarch of the Yong Kingdom in recent years. Now I am willing to help the princess build the canal. Not for the sake of the king, but for the sake of the people to get rid of hard labor as soon as possible, and for the sake of the people of Guanzhong to avoid drought."
Jiang He nodded and said, "Then there is Mr. Lao."
Regardless of whether he agrees or not, just be willing to help.
The Mohists advocated "universal love and non-aggression", so naturally they were extremely dissatisfied with Zhao Zheng's style of fighting from time to time.
Accompanied by Zheng Xinguan, Cang Yan headed towards Tianyan Mountain.
Chen Jingshi then walked up to Jiang He and opened the food box in his hand, revealing the layers of candied fruits inside.
"That old man is so strange," he looked at Cang Yan's back and said with a smile, "Your Highness, please eat some candied fruit. I remember that you liked to eat this when you were a child. It's been a long time and I can't remember it anymore."
Jiang He smiled.
She picked up a piece of candied fruit, looked at its color, and asked, "Peach?"
Chen Jingshi praised: "Your Highness has good eyesight. The newly ripened peaches in the south this year are earlier than here. I made candied fruits on the way here."
"Are you coaxing the children at home? Do you have grandchildren?" Jiang He took a bite and saw Chen Jingshi's face stiffened for a moment, then slowly returned to normal.
She pretended not to see it, ate the candied fruit, took a look at the luggage Chen Jingshi brought, and asked: "What official title has your Majesty given to Uncle Chen?"
When it comes to being an official, Chen Jingshi's expression becomes more touched his head and said: "Your Majesty said that the heat is unbearable and the dog days of summer are coming soon. He asked me to come here to take care of everyone's meals, medicines and tea, and gave me the official position of Langzhou County Magistrate."
This official position is much higher than Chen Jingshi's previous one, but it has nothing to do with medicine, food and tea.
But Chen Jingshi obviously didn't care about this. He turned around and glanced at the subordinates assigned to him by the Prime Minister, and said with official dignity: "What are you doing idle? Make the summer tea quickly and distribute it to the soldiers."
"No." His subordinates responded one after another, and Chen Jingshizhi smiled proudly.
"How?" he asked.
Jiang He nodded approvingly and asked, "How is Li Wenzhou?"
Chen Jingshi was able to stay in Yong and serve as an official because he happened to bring the herbs to treat Li Wenzhou.
After hearing Jiang He's inquiry, he said what he had prepared long ago: "General Manager Li is much better. Although he is not completely awake yet, the toxins in his body have been removed. His disciples have taken good care of him. Your Highness does not need to worry."
That's it.
Jiang He was busy building canals and had no time to visit Kyoto anymore, so he missed Li Wenzhou very much.
But she can ask Zongjun to take a look.
It is very convenient for him to enter and leave the palace.
In front of Chen Jingshi, Zongjun was ordered to return to the capital to visit Li Wenzhou.
But just two or three miles away from Hanqu, Zongjun was chased by guards.
That was the escort arranged by Zhao Zheng for Jiang He. After spending so many days together, they trusted each other very much.
"Zong Guanshi." The guard reined in his horse and handed him a letter written by Jiang He.
Zong Jun opened the letter and read it carefully, his brows suddenly furrowed.
"His Highness said you can rest assured, we are here." The guard said.
Zongjun nodded solemnly.
First go to Kyoto to visit the family members brought by Chen Jingshi, and then go to Shouchun, the capital of Chu State.
This trip is too far.
He turned to look in the direction of Han Qu.
Whether it was the ink master Cang Yan or the herb dealer Chen Jingshi, they all made him worried.
It’s better to tell His Majesty about this matter.
(End of this chapter)