Chapter 12 Marriage is only for profit When the sky was getting dark, the discomfort of being restrained when he wanted to turn over hit him, and Jiang He woke up.
The brocade quilt on her body had been kicked off and her wrists were tied tightly. Jiang He knew without turning around that Zhao Zheng was back.
Jiang He remembered that when she was a child, she followed her father to watch martial arts performances. There was a general who could strangle his enemies to death with his wanted to learn at that time, but her mother wouldn't allow went to beg her father, who said that force can take one life, but wisdom can take the world.
When she was young, she greedily thought that "taking over the world" would be more powerful, so she gave up learning martial arts.
If she had known at that time that one day she would be tied to the bed by this pervert, with only her legs left to move, she would have gone on a hunger strike but still would have worshiped under that general.
So now, she could strangle Zhao Zheng with her legs and make him surrender, who was about to suffocate to death.
Thinking of this, Jiang He turned over and felt a strange touch from the rope that bound her. Jiang He raised his head in confusion.
Next to her skin, between the skin and the rope, was a layer of silk handkerchief tightly didn't know what was wrapped in it, like a soft paste, which not only separated the rough rope, but also slowed down the tying force.
The paste is soft and has a faint spicy aroma of herbs.
Jiang He tried to pull down hard, but the rope did not loosen and she could not escape, but her wrist no longer hurt.
The sleeping Zhao Zheng was still lying on his back, with his arms hanging by his sides, and Jin was pulled to his chest.
His hair fell loosely on the pillow, his beautiful beard and fair skin were visible from the side, and the line of his jaw was as strong as a two thin lips were pursed lightly in sleep. They were redder than during the day, but the coldness aura of a king who was alienated from the world seemed to linger around him even when he was lying down.
Zhao Zheng, the lord of Yong State, turned out to be such a person.
If the person who married him was Jiang Yuheng, would he tie up his wife every night because he was worried that she would kill someone?
Before he found out about Yong Guo's spy, Jiang He had to sleep next to this person every night.
I don't know who the spy is.
Only the monarch of Yong and a few ministers knew about the accommodation arrangement of the Qi State's wedding delegation in the at that time, the assassin who assassinated Jiang Yuheng in the palace was able to sneak in quietly, as if he was in a deserted place.
Everyone around Zhao Zheng cannot escape suspicion.
Fortunately, the assassin was caught. Although nothing could be found in the interrogation, Zhao Zheng had ordered the commander of the Weiwei Army, Su Yu, to release the assassin the day before yesterday.
Put out a long fishing line and wait for the big fish to come out.
Jiang He turned his back to Zhao Zheng and closed his eyes.
The Dayong Prime Minister's Mansion is not too far from the palace where the king lives.
Before dawn, officials who go to court on horseback or by car always like to buy a bowl of tofu or sour noodles at the morning market near Imperial Street to refresh officials sitting in the carriage enjoying snacks looked up and could see the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion through the carriage window.
Although he is the prime minister of a country, his mansion is built in a busy city.
Mr. Xiangguo once traveled among the six countries to do business. Even after occupying a high position, he never looked down on the common people and was more willing to integrate into them and enjoy themselves with the people.
I heard that the vendors selling fried tofu and fruit were doing so well that when customers had nowhere to sit, they could even go in through the corner door of the Prime Minister's Mansion and borrow a few handfuls of tuna.
If the prime minister is like this, other officials are also willing to understand the sufferings of the people.
Although the laws of the Yong Kingdom are strict, the market is prosperous and full of prosperity.
When the officials who went to court passed the Prime Minister's Mansion that day, they found a gorgeous carriage parked outside the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
When I got closer, I saw the emblem on the front of the car, and it turned out to be Zhao Jiao, Lord of Chang'an.
Are you okay with asking to see Mr. Xiangguo so early? The official stuffed the last mutton soup dumpling into his mouth, and the juice spread on his lips and teeth with a fragrant fragrance. He lowered the car curtain and picked up the wat board, and moved forward with a suspicious look on his face.
"I heard they came before dawn."
The maid said happily while dressing Wei Nanxu.
Another maid holding a makeup mirror also joined in the fun: "I heard that the master saw Lord Chang'an's carriage when he was going out. He thought something had happened in the palace, and his face turned pale with fright!"
Wei Nanxu, the eldest daughter of the prime minister's house with a forlorn expression, raised her eyes, picked up a bunch of cold agate and played with it in her hand, and said without interest: "What did he say?"
"What else can I say? I heard that my sister was ill, so I came to deliver supplements and even brought an imperial doctor with me."
"It's really unlucky for the imperial doctor to be picked up in the middle of the night."
The two maids talked to each other, finally making Wei Nanxu laugh.
"Father said that the royal doctor should not be hired to diagnose the pulse of the royal family unless absolutely necessary. What's more, I only bruised my knee and broke my wrist. How could he go to such extreme lengths?"
Wei Nanxu frowned slightly, but couldn't hide his pride.
It is always a pleasure for a young girl to be flattered and flattered by a man.
What's more, Chang'an Jun is famous and is the dream man of many Kyoto women.
"Did you fall like this?"
Chang'an Jun walked in the hall with a smile, pretending not to see the steps, and suddenly jumped forward, half-kneeling on the ground, grinning and frowning as if he was in extreme pain.
In the hall, Wei Nanxu was angry and laughing, and threw a bunch of agates at him.
"How can you laugh at people like this? You clearly know that I lost the chess game and am in a bad mood."
Zhao Jiao smiled and caught the string of agate, walked to Wei Nanxu and knelt down.
"Are you angry just because you lost the chess game?" He had a discerning smile on his face and a little gentle comfort, "Isn't it because my brother Wang married a wife?"
Wei Nanxu's expression changed.
The maid who had been laughing just now immediately fell silent, slowly retreated outside, and closed the door.
"Obviously we grew up together."
Although it was early in the morning, Zhao Jiao still poured himself a glass of drank with his sleeves raised and leaned forward to look at Wei Nanxu.
There was a decadent and sad smile on the young man's beautiful face, like glass that was shattered on the ground.
"I still remember the way you couldn't help hugging me when you beat Mr. Fengchang in the chess game for the first time. You were 13 years old at that time, and they all said they wanted to get us married."
It was not decided, and not long after, Zhao Zheng came back.
The girl's eyes and brows were filled with shyness that Zhao Jiao had never seen before. It was an expression that someone would have when facing their sweetheart, and it was another side that had never been shown to him.
"I was young then, and because you and I often played together, I didn't take into account the protection between men and women." Wei Nanxu apologized softly, looking a little Jiao shook his head and looked at the pure lotus-like girl in front of him with a wry smile.
"Don't be like this, I don't mean to blame you. But, is it really okay to marry him? I guess Sister-in-law Wang..."
Zhao Jiao suddenly realized that he couldn't help but say something he shouldn't have said. After a slight pause, his cheeks were covered with red clouds, and he could only raise his sleeves to drink again to hide his strange expression.
What happened to marrying Zhao Zheng?What happened to Mrs. Wang?What happened at night? Wei Nanxu didn't ask him what he meant.
Her eyes flashed and she remembered every word Zhao Jiao said in her heart.
As long as it is about Zhao Zheng, she will write it down.
I heard that Zhao Jiao gave the queen a gift yesterday. Did he know something? The Yongwang family claimed to be descendants of the Shaohao family, so they built temples on high mountains to worship the Western God Baidi.
The monarch's wedding must be reported to heaven. One month after the wedding, as a rule, he should go to Jiuwei Mountain north of the , cows, and sheep were used as sacrifices to pray to God to bless the royal family and the descendants of the Great Yong Kingdom.
In addition to sacrifices such as slaughtering animals, the palace must also prepare prayer flags and other items sewn by it is sewn by hand, in fact, it only requires the palace maid to gently prick the prepared auspicious gift with a only thing left to do is to look at the ritual list and do it yourself to show your sincerity.
The Queen Mother has been feeling a little unwell recently, so Jiang He is doing all these things.
She shuttled between various palaces and gradually became familiar with every part of Dayong also knew all the officials in the Palace of Ceremony and the Clothing Bureau.
Things were many and complicated, and on the third day of busy work, the Queen Mother understood Jiang He's hard work and invited seven female relatives from the clan and ministers to help, including Wei Nanxu.
She looked thinner than that day during the chess game. When she saw Jiang He, she greeted Jiang He along with the other female family members, and there was no trace of restraint on her face.
"Now that you are here, I can be lazy."
Jiang He allowed them to excuse themselves and smiled affably.
The female relatives gathered around, although they were a little timid, they still followed Jiang He and smiled.
"Your Majesty, please do as you wish."
"As long as His Highness does not dislike it, I will definitely do my best."
These helpful female relatives came during the day and left after locking the palace door.
However, because Wei Nanxu had an injury to her knee, the Queen Mother allowed her to rest in the Da Zheng Palace, where she slept and ate with the Queen Mother, and they met with great kindness.
When he fell asleep that night, Jiang He suddenly said to Zhao Zheng: "She likes you, do you know?"
Zhao Zheng was tying up Jiang He's arms. He wrapped the soft handkerchief around Jiang He's expression was meticulous, as if if he was not careful not to tie it tightly, his life would be in danger tonight.
The ointment wrapped in the handkerchief had already healed Jiang He's bruises.
Zhao Zheng said softly "Hmm" when he heard this, obviously understanding who Jiang He was talking about.
There was no emotion in his voice.
But Jiang He suddenly became interested.
She had been busy preparing for the ceremony these past few days. Although she was able to do it with ease, she had no time to vent her anger with Zhao I found something, I couldn't help but talk about it.
"Why don't you marry her?" Jiang He said, "Now that you have married a wife, you can have more wives, beauties, lovers, eighth sons, etc. This is an extremely easy thing for Your Majesty. Prepare a few more bundles. It’s just a human rope.”
Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows at her, shook his head and said, "There is no need to tie up Wei Nanxu."
Jiang He felt depressed for a moment and snorted.
"You don't need to marry her," Zhao Zheng said again. "The seven countries have been married for 500 years. Each of them is just for profit, and Gu is also for profit."
For profit reasons, he married the princess of Qi.
And he, the cook who kills people with a knife, has to be tied up.
Jiang He turned over and fell asleep, no longer talking to Zhao Zheng.
At night, I suddenly heard the voice of someone calling, who seemed to be Li Wenzhou, the head Zheng stood up and asked, "What's the matter?"
Li Wenzhou's voice was a little anxious.
"There is news from South Korea."
Jiang He opened his eyes and felt warm in his heart when he remembered that Li Wenzhou had asked his maid to give him cakes on the second day of their saw Zhao Zheng getting out of bed to get dressed and walked away.
Jiang He continued to sleep, and it was already dawn when he opened his eyes again.
Zhao Zheng did not come back, and her arms were still tied to the bedpost.
Zhao Zheng has strict orders that all palace maids and servants are not allowed to appear in the dormitory without even if the maids didn't understand why Jiang He didn't get up, they didn't dare to come in.
It would have been okay to wait a while, but she felt empty in her belly and wanted to eat.
A moth flew over with fluttering wings. I wonder if the roasted moth is delicious.
There was a little bird chirping outside the dormitory. Birds, it’s better to fry them.
Those were too far away from her, but Zhao Zheng was very close to her at night. If he bit him to suck blood and quench his thirst, where would he bite? While thinking in such a mess, I suddenly heard a maid speaking outside the palace.
"Ms. Wei, you can't go in."
"The Queen Mother ordered me to come to Her Majesty the Queen and bring out the palace's fish talisman. The Queen knows." Wei Nanxu's voice was soft but unstoppable.
"But the queen..." The palace maid stopped her.
The palace maids would never have imagined that their queen was tied to the bed and so hungry that she wanted to eat the stew, Your Majesty.
If Wei Nanxu came in, he would see Jiang He's embarrassment at this time.
"Your Highness, are you awake?"
The palace maid and Wei Nanxu asked at the same time, but the palace maid did not dare to move, but Wei Nanxu opened the door of the dormitory.
She asked as she walked over, her voice full of concern.
(End of this chapter)